Forsaken Bloodlines {HP x GOT}

Battle of Hogwarts Part 2

The battle pressed inward toward the castle walls, a maelstrom of spellfire and screams. Lyanna moved through it like a blade cutting water, every step deliberate, every movement efficient. She wasn't fighting for the glory of the fight—she was hunting.

She knew who she had to find.

Her dream had shown her their faces—Fred's smile frozen in death, Tonks sprawled on the cold floor, Remus lying still with his wand outstretched. That dream had burned itself into her mind like a prophecy. And she was not going to let it come true.

She caught sight of Remus first. He was dueling two masked Death Eaters at once, holding his own but backing steadily toward an exposed flank. Lyanna didn't slow. She slammed into one attacker from behind, her hand wreathed in white-hot fire that burned through the man's shield before he could cry out. Her other hand seized his throat. She didn't just push him back—she threw him, hard enough to crack the wall where he struck.

The second Death Eater turned in time to see her coming. His curse fizzled in the air between them as she stepped through it, the flames swirling around her consuming the magic before it could touch her. Then her palm connected with his chest, and the burst of power sent him skidding lifeless across the cobblestones.

Remus stared. His breath caught—not from the rescue, but from the look in her eyes. There was no relief there, no gratitude that she had saved him. Only the cold, measured hunger of someone who had decided the other side did not deserve to exist.

"Stay behind me," she said, her voice low and sharp, like steel sliding free of a scabbard. And she was gone before he could speak.

She found Tonks next, cornered in the shadow of a collapsed archway, bleeding from a cut on her forehead as three Death Eaters advanced. Lyanna didn't approach quietly—she arrived like a storm, fire and shadow ripping through the air. The first attacker went down in a spray of molten stone as her power detonated the wall beside him. The second she seized by the arm, twisting until she felt bone snap, and then hurled him into the third.

The survivors didn't try to run. They tried to beg. One dropped his wand, hands up, voice shaking. "Please—"

The rest of his plea ended in a scream as Lyanna's flames engulfed him. The fire did not fade until there was nothing left but charred stone where he had stood.

Tonks swallowed hard, her face pale, gripping her wand but not lifting it. She nodded faintly when Lyanna told her to stay put, but her eyes lingered too long, as if weighing whether she should feel grateful... or terrified.

Fred was harder to find. The battle had splintered into dozens of skirmishes, and she had to cut through pockets of chaos—burning her way through barricades, striking down enemies with brutal efficiency. When she finally spotted him near the east wall, he was laughing, blasting a masked figure off his feet. That laugh faltered when he saw her.

She didn't stop running until she was between him and another attacker. Her hand shot out, fingers closing on the Death Eater's jaw. The man clawed at her arm, eyes wide with terror, until her fire poured through him and he collapsed, lifeless.

Fred's wand lowered slowly. His voice was quiet. "Blimey... you look like you're enjoying this."

She didn't answer. She just glanced around, scanning for the next threat. "Stay where I can see you."

By the time she had gathered them—Remus, Tonks, Fred—they were all alive, all breathing... and all staring at her like they weren't sure she was entirely on their side anymore.

Her hair was wild, her skin streaked with soot and blood, eyes burning with that unnatural glow. The magic around her shimmered and cracked like the air before a lightning strike.