Forsaken Bloodlines {HP x GOT}

Chapter 6.10: Towards the War

The room was quiet after Molly's fussing finally subsided, though the tension in the air had settled like thick smoke. Remus stood near the door, arms folded, as though guarding the threshold from more interruptions. Tom remained seated beside the bed, his presence solid and steady, watching Lyanna as if ready to stop her from doing anything reckless... or help her do it better.

"They're alive," Lyanna said at last, voice calm but certain.

Remus looked up sharply. "Harry?"

"And Ron. Wherever they are, they're still moving. Still fighting."

Molly exhaled in relief, but Lyanna didn't let her settle into it. "But they're not safe. Not even close. I can feel it."

"That's more than a feeling," Tom murmured, leaning back in his chair. "She knows."

"I do," Lyanna said simply. "They're getting close to something, something important. Harry isn't going to hide or wait it out — not when the end is in sight."

Remus tilted his head. "And what exactly do you think he's planning?"

Her answer was immediate. "Hogwarts. That's where this will end. One way or another."

Molly's eyes widened. "That castle is crawling with Death Eaters and Snape. Lyanna, you've barely—"

"I've barely had time to waste," Lyanna cut in. "Voldemort is gaining every day. We don't get to wait until it's convenient."

The older witch's lips pressed into a thin line, but she didn't argue further.

Lyanna shifted, wincing slightly as the healing magic stitched itself deeper into her back. "When I'm able to stand without feeling like I've been split in two, I'm training everyone here who can lift a wand — or fight without one. We don't know when the call will come, but when it does, we will be ready."

Remus gave a slow nod, something like grim pride in his eyes. "Then we'll clear space in the drawing room. And you can count on me to keep the younger ones in line."

One by one, the Order members exited the room, leaving only Lyanna and Tom.

She turns to him and asks, "Exactly how many horcruxes did you create for yourself, hm?"

"Well, there are six of them: my diary, Marvolo Gaunt's ring, Slytherin's locket, Hufflepuff's cup, Ravenclaw's diadem, and Nagini the snake."

Lyanna scoffs, "Imagine you created that many in hopes of living a long, immortal life. Yet, being defeated by a bunch of teenagers, so die younger than Dumbledore."

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The drawing room of Number Twelve Grimmauld Place had been cleared of furniture, leaving the scuffed wooden floor bare except for a few practice dummies lined against the far wall. The fire in the grate snapped and hissed, throwing long shadows across the room, and the smell of polish from freshly moved chairs lingered faintly in the air.

Lyanna stepped into the center, her back straight despite the healing wound beneath her cloak. Every movement still tugged at the edges of her injury, but she kept her expression impassive. Tom followed, leaning against the wall, arms folded, eyes scanning the room with quiet intensity.

"Here," Molly said, coming forward and pressing her wand into Lyanna's palm. "I trust you'll give it back in one piece."

Lyanna smirked faintly, rolling the wand in her hand, testing the weight. "I'll be gentle... mostly."