Sirius Black's Twin

Sirius Black

The next day, Lyra was walking through Hogsmeade with a brown coat on, her hood over her face. SHe had long since grown tired of the looks everyone gave her and decided it would be best to just stay low for a while.

The gate of Hogsmeade was a long way down, passed Honeydukes and the Three Broomsticks, past Madame Puddifoots and the Shrieking Shack, only when she went around the Hog's Head did Lyra see who she was looking for.

Albus Dumbledore stood in a long voilet robe that made the color of his silvery white beard stand out, his eyes twinkled as always as he watched Lyra appraoch. He was smiling, so Lyra flet the tension in her stomach ease - she newhe wouldn't be smiling if there was bad news.

"Lyra," Dumbledore said in greeting. "Right on time."

"I was debating on whether to come fashionably late but decided against it," Lyra said, smiling at her old professor.

She held alot of respect for Dumbledore and would always follow his judgment, but that didn't mean she agreed with them. Like not telling Harry why Voldemort was after him that fateful night.

James had always agreed with Dumbledore, and would have followed him blindly. James always held high respect for Dumbledore, and Dumbledore always held high respect for him in return. Though James was a huge troublemaker in his school days, Dumbledore must have seen that he was a good kid at heart.

Lyra felt the familiar sting in the corner of her eyes as she remembered her old friend, but blinked and it was gone. She smiled at Dumbledore and stood awkwardly in front of him - feeling the urge to sit in the snow but knowing she would look rediculous.

"What was the news?" Lyra asked, breaking the silence.

Dumbledore's smile widened, and only then did Lyra see a large black mass moving behind him and walking towards them. Lyra's eyes widened as she took in the shaggy black dog and she reached for her wand quickly.

The dog stopped in it's tracks and stared at Lyra, who had her wand jammed right between it's eyes.

"What is he doing here?" Lyra demanded, glaring at DUmbledore. "You do know who heis, right?"

"Please but down your wand, Lyra," Dumbledore said calmly. "And yes, I do."

Lyra glared at Dumbledore and didn't lower her wand, she looked down at Sirius' animagus form and flet a mixture of feelings. Longness, relief, anger, betrayal, and most of all. . . love.

"I thinkwe should go somewhere more private to talk about this," Dumbledore suggested, looking at Sirius.

Sirius barked and, not before glancing at Lyra, turned around and jogged owards a big cliff. Lyra glanced at Dumbledore, who nodded, and climbed over the fence and followed the dog, her wand still clutched in her hand.

Lyra didn't know what to expect, but when Sirius started to climb the mountain she couldn't help but feel shocked. She knew about the cave up there, of course, she had been there many times on the full moon when she and her friends would help Remus out on his transformation; but she doubted whether Dumbledore could climb a mountain as steep as this.

She was proven wrong. While she was panting when they reached the cave, Dumbledore looked very calm and  not tired a at all. Lyra out her hand over her stomach and breathed in and out, feeling as though she didn't exercise enough if an old man could climb this no problem and she felt like the climb was goingto kill her.

She slipped into the cave with SIrius and Dumbledore and she turned to them with her arms crossed.

"I'm waiting for an explanation," Lyra said, her stern-mother voice slipping out before she could stop it.