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A/N~ Hey y'all! this chapter starts of kind of short, as an introduction to Lyra's character and some of her POV, and I updated this chapter like 3 times because the plot didn't fit well, so yeah, and i promise the rest of the chapters will be longer, and with more drama! Enjoy!💕

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Lyra Black, a crazy, energetic yet kind and beautiful girl, was adopted by Eva and Alan Walker after the mysterious death of her biological parents. She was raised in a loving home, unaware of her true heritage, except for the fact that she was from the prestigious British Black family. Her life took a big turn when, at just 10 years old, she had to move from her quiet hometown in Little Whinging, Britain, to the bustling city of New York due to her adoptive parents' work. It was tough for Lyra, and she lost all of her friends, feeling devastated by the change. On her 11th birthday, Lyra received unexpected news: she was a witch, and she had been accepted into the American wizarding school, Ilvermorny. Though she was skeptical at first, she later embraced the magical world after a professor from the school confirmed her place. During her time at Ilvermorny, Lyra discovered a startling truth—her biological parents were also wizards, which explained her magical abilities, although she knew nothing else of them, because every time she asked, people would change the topic immediately . This revelation only deepened the mystery of her past and connected her more to the magical world she was now a part of. At Ilvermorny, Lyra was great, particularly excelling in divination, with teachers praising her skills. She also mastered Runes, becoming an expert in translating ancient symbols. Though Lyra found a new sense of belonging at Ilvermorny and made many great friends, a part of her still held on to the memories of her childhood in Britain, especially her old best friends. Despite the pain of moving countries, the magical world became a beautiful escape, and Lyra grew stronger in both her magical abilities and her sense of self. 

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 I was just finishing dinner and helping Mum clear the table when the cooking show Dad was watching suddenly changed channels, switching to the National Broadcasting Company of New York. I set down the pot of tea I was holding and turned to the screen. The news reporter began: 

 "Sirius Black, a convicted mass murderer, has escaped from the maximum-security prison in Britain, Azkaban. He was responsible for the murders of 12 people, including a child, and is considered one of the most dangerous prisoners known. Authorities believe he is armed with a firearm—commonly referred to as a gun. The British Minister has issued a warning to the American public, and a special hotline has been set up. If anyone spots Black, they are urged to contact the hotline immediately."

 I froze in place. Black? Britain? Azkaban? All of these words made no sense, but somehow, they made so much sense at the same time. We shared the same surname! What if he and I were related? And Britain—I was British, and so were Mum and Dad, but we just happened to live in America! And worst of all—Azkaban. It was a wizarding prison, which meant whoever he was, he had to be a wizard. My stomach gave a strange lurch. I barely had time to process what was happening before Mum took a shaky step back, her eyes wide with panic. The plate lay in pieces at her feet, a faint sound of shattering glass filled the silence that had taken over the room. Dad stood frozen, his eyes fixed on the TV screen, where the news reporter's words seemed to hang in the air like a curse. Mum swallowed hard and quickly bent down to gather the broken pieces of the plate, her hands trembling as she moved. She wasn't acting like herself—normally, Mum was calm, collected, always in control. But this... this was different. She was visibly shaken, her lips pale and tight, and her movements jerky as if she was prepared for an attack that would never come. 

 "Mum?" I whispered, my voice barely above a tremor. "What's going on? Who is Sirius Black? Why—why are you so—?" 

 "Never mind me dear, it's fine, it's fine its nothing, just finish clearing up the table, it's fine" Mum told me.

"Are you sure, Mum?" I asked, my voice filled with uncertainty.
"Yes," she replied calmly. "Now, I'll clean up the rest. Go to bed, Lyra."

I headed upstairs reluctantly, but my mind was buzzing with questions—mostly about the escaped prisoner on TV and Mum's strange reaction. She was never the panicky type; she was always the one who calmed us down. I had expected Dad to be confused, but he seemed worried, too. That only made me more certain they were hiding something from me. But how could I find out? The answer came to me quickly: eavesdropping. I knew it was rude, but since I wasn't allowed to use magic outside of Ilvermorny, it was my only choice. So, I quietly crept halfway down the stairs and sat, listening intently to my parents' voices below.

Their voice was muffled, but i could make some words out of their conversation.

"What are we going to do, Eva?" I heard Dad say impatiently. "They contacted us from Britain two days ago. They only said they needed our help with something, but it's probably to assist in catching Sirius Black! But what about Lyra?"
"I'm not sure," Mum replied, her tone tinged with concern. "It could just be a regular family trip for all of us. We were planning to go back to Privet Drive, let Lyra see her old friends, and if we needed to stay longer, she could attend Hogwarts while we helped with Black. Although, I'm fairly certain Sirius Black is a wizard. The American Ministry think he's a non-maj, like us."
"But when will we tell Lyra that we're going back to Britain, and that she'll have to attend Hogwarts?" Dad asked Mum "We'll tell her tomorrow. She has to find out," Mum said uncertainly. "Although I'm not sure what her reaction will be."

I stopped eavesdropping and returned to my room, lying down on the bed. If this had happened two years ago, I would've been thrilled to go back to Britain. But now, I wasn't sure how I should feel. The idea of seeing my old friends was appealing, but I had made so many good friends here at Ilvermorny, and I loved it there. I wasn't sure I was ready to leave. The thought of going to Hogwarts didn't excite me—most of my old friends in Britain were probably non-majs, and I had no idea where they were now. I'd essentially be starting over, alone. The only positive thing about this trip was returning home to Privet Drive 3 in Surrey. Half of my old friends lived there, and all I could hope was that they hadn't moved away.

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A/N~ Thanks so much for getting here y'all! I really appreciate it, and guys, non-majs means Muggles but in American terms, yk, based on the Fantastic Beasts series. And for the updating schedule i might do 1 chapter everyday, but I'll try my best to make more. Love y'all💕

-laura✨