The Lost Heir of Ilvermony

A Lone Wolf

Late July in the city is a miserable time of year for anyone living on the streets, it's hot and the city air ripe with garbage mixed with the smell of millions of people sweating. Two more weeks, I tell myself. In just two weeks I’ll be back at school clean mountain air with a real beds, three meals a day and no hiding. Hiding seemed to be the theme of the summer, the Rogues had set-up a camp in Roxbury. It sent the No-majs out of the area while I felt the cold fear of them everywhere. Just make it home, you’ll be safe. 

As a empaiapted minor witch I had a strict list of spells and charms that I could use to make myself as comfortable as possible. The Patronus charm wasn’t on the list, I had tried to do at school and managed to get a shield out but a full animal not yet. Being fifteen didn’t help me much. I was almost there when I heard the scream it was very clear very young child screaming. 

Taking my wand out I follow the sound to girl with firey hair head on a trembling frame she’s ten maybe. Surrounding her are the hooded figures of the Rogue Dememtors all floating around her. Holding out my wand I hear screams, the haunting sound of my own screams begging. “No no think of happiness.”  Breathing in recall the memories of my Mother her face her smile I see her lighting candles singing happy birthday. “Expecto Patronum!”

The form shoots out my wand a wolf silvery in color mightily it growls at the figures whom all sutter back into a line. “Kid come here.”

She runs to my side, “I want my Mummy.”

The wolf stays by me, looking at me waiting for the order. “Take them.”

It springs into action pouncing on the dark creatures as I take the girls hand. “I know you're scared I am scared to but you have to come with me now.”

Her eyes are pools of velvet green hollow now. “My Dad we got lost.”

“We’ll find him but right now we have to go.” I’d read that a patronus only last as long as you focus. The fully formed wolf is already waning into a mist. Grabbing her thin arm I pull her along the ally to the factory. Tapping out the password I push her into the room as stream of silver returns my wand. Sighing I slump down holding my wand in my hand. “Good job.

The girl is still standing her face still frozen in terror. Pulling myself up I feel like I was run over gruffalo. “Hey.” Gently I take her hands they’re cold a sharp contrast to the 80 degree heat of the city. “What’s your name?”

“Lilly Jean Potter.” Her voice is barely a whisper.

“Lilly, my name is Lyra your safe here.” Looking around the room I had tried to make it as homely as possible. There are candles that burn softly without adding to the heat of the city, I set up sheets around my cot separate from the portable stove. To me this place is nice as I get it.

 Setting her on the bed I grab a cup from the little table holding my wand to the cup I say. “Chocolatte.”

The cups filled with warm hot chocolate, dementors take happiness, chocolate makes it better. “I know your worried about your Dad but please drink this it will make you feel better.”

Taking the cup to her lips she smiles at the taste. “Your a witch.”

I nod, “I am you are too.” Taking out my wand I hold it out to her, “Here you can hold it if you want.”

“It’s warm.” She says in awe like this is the first wand she ever held.

That caused me to smile, “It like you most people say it's cold when they try to use it.”

 “What is it made of?” Lilly hands it back to me. Holding it with pride I say, “Willow wood but the core is very special. It has a phoenix feather.”