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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 and 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, she was 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."

Black? Britain? Azkaban? The words shouldn't have made sense, but they hit like a punch to the face. A wizarding prison, a shared surname—what if this guy was family? 'Of course he is, idiot' a voice in my head said.
I barely had time to figure out what was going on when I heard glass shatter. Mum stepped back, looking totally shocked. A plate was smashed on the floor by her feet. Dad just stood there, staring at the TV like he'd seen a ghost. The reporter's words hung in the air, making everything feel heavier. Mum began cleaning up the mess of shattered glass on the floor, but her hands were shaking. That wasn't like her—she's usually super chill and in control. Now, though, she looked really scared, her face pale, her movements stiff, kind of like a robot.

"Mum?" I asked quietly. "What's going on? Who's Sirius Black? Why are you so—?"

"Don't worry about it. It's nothing, it's fine," Mum said quickly, cutting me off. "The plate just slipped, it's fine."

I frowned. "Are you sure, Mum? You seem—"

"I said it's fine," she repeated, her voice firmer this time, though her hands were still shaking as she wiped the counter. "Go to bed, Lyra. I'll handle the rest."

I hesitated, watching her for a second longer. "Alright," I muttered, still uneasy, and headed upstairs, glancing back once to see her staring at the broken plate like it had answers.

I went upstairs, but my head was spinning with questions—mostly about that escaped guy on TV and how weird Mum was acting. She was always the calm one, never freaking out. Dad looked worried too, which made it even more obvious they were keeping something from me.

How was I supposed to figure it out? Then it hit me: eavesdropping. I knew it wasn't the nicest thing to do, but without magic, it was my best shot. So, I crept back down the stairs, just far enough to hear, and sat quietly, straining to pick up their muffled voices from below.

I couldn't hear everything, but I caught bits of their conversation.

I overheard Dad's voice, which sounded extremely angry. "What are we supposed to do? They contacted us from Britain two days ago. They only said they needed our help with something, but it's probably about catching Sirius Black! But what about Lyra?"

Mum replied, "I'm not sure. It might just be a normal family trip. We were planning to go back to Privet Drive, let Lyra visit her old friends, and if we end up staying longer, she could attend Hogwarts while we help with Black. But I'm pretty sure Black's a wizard. The American Government thinks he's a no-maj, like us."

Dad sighed. "But when do we tell Lyra we're going back to Britain, and that she'll have to go to Hogwarts?"

Mum sounded unsure, "We'll tell her tomorrow. She needs to know. But... I have no idea how she'll react."

I stopped listening, and returned to my room, lying down on the bed. I was starting to regret spying on their conversation. This was bad. I mean really bad. 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 no-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 6 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, no-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✨