BITTERSWEET | harry potter

𝚋𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚝

Dedicated to _stellastyless (she requested it!) Hope you enjoy ;)

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Remorse; that was the only thing she seemed to feel. Every previous emotion of euphoria seemed to briefly evaporate, like the morning dew, settling delicately on each sharp blade of grass. Her own voice echoed throughout the courtyard, almost as if it was taunting her, as she bitterly laughed.

It seemed that with every passing hour, she was growing mad. Every part of her seemed to be falling apart, besides her sweet blue eyes, that were glazed with a foggy film, trapping out every lingering emotion. Her vision- through blurry- could still make out the haunting stain on her left forearm.

Grumbling, she furiously rubbed at it, trying desperately to remove the foolish decision that her younger self had made. Warm tears dripped down her checks, splattering against the rubble, as she continued wiping her- now red- arm. However, despite her attempts, the stain wouldn't seem to disappear, which only fueled her tears.

"I'm a monster..." She hoarsely hummed, her gaze leaving her arm and traveling to the broken castle. Despite the damage, it still did remind her of home, and for a sudden second, even made her smile.

She dropped her arm, yanking her robe sleeve down to conceal the truth, for the smallest thought of it chilled her bones. A low whine escaped through her almost completely closed mouth, vibrating her lips. A myriad of tears abruptly poured down her face once more, reminding her of the times where'd she stare at the rain for hours. She drifted into deep thought, for everything was completely silent. Well, mostly everything, for she could still hear a set of rhythmic footsteps, nearing her quickly.

A soft, comforting voice broke the constant sound of footsteps, capturing her attention instantly. Refusing to look, she curled up, attempting to make herself seem as small as possible. "Lyra..." A familiar, masculine voice hummed, causing her to look up, for she had a weak spot for him.

Hesitantly, they both gazed at each other, faint blue meeting vibrant green. Her sickly pale features slightly lit up, allowing a brief smile to replace her frown. Swiftly, she was sucked into her memories, causing everything, in reality, to become hazy.

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"Lestrange, Lyra..."  Professor McGonagall called out, her wise and calming eyes scanning through the crowd of anxious students. Lyra, however, shrugged, slightly smiling at her cousin, Draco.

Quietly, she began to walk up to where the raggedy hat and worn stool resided, her hands closing into tight fist. Taking a soothing breath, she frowned, sitting down on the stool. Instantly, the hat was placed on her head, but she was too busy to notice, for she was fascinated by her fellow students.

"Hmm...interesting." The strange hat murmured, causing Lyra to roll her eyes in amusement. "I know exactly where to place you...Slytherin!"

Upon hearing this, Lyra sighed, a sense of relief flowing through her. At least now, she wouldn't get into trouble for being the only Lestrange not in Slytherin. Quickly, Lyra strutted to her table, taking a seat beside Draco, who seemed rather busy scowling, to notice her.

Frantically, her eyes began to scan the hall, landing on a certain boy with bright green eyes. There was something about him, that seemed almost...welcoming, but Lyra couldn't seem to place a finger on it.