Goddess (Harry Potter fanfiction)(Being Rewritten)

Chapter 8

Sorry it's a bit shorter then usual. But I've been sick a lot and really wanted to upload a chapter.
Enjoy!

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Recap:

"But why did you guys become excited about my eye colour change." Lyra asked them. To her, that seemed the strangest part to this.

Emory looked over at Marcus and he nodded. "Well we believe that..."
She stopped talking and took a deap breath.
"We believe that you are the one from the prophecy."

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Lyra pulled up an eyebrow in disbelief. "Yeah, I'm sorry when I say that I don't believe that I'm a part of a "Prophecy". Those things don't even really happen."

Emory put her hand on Lyra's arm. "I understand that it's hard to believe, but it fits together that it's you."

Lyra looked down at the hand and then up into Emory's eyes. "Then what is this "Prophecy" you guys are talking about."

Emory opened her mouth to start talking but Marcus interrupted her. "I'm sorry, but we aren't allowed to talk about it in the open. The Ministry are trying their best to keep it a secret."
"To bad that we think that someone snitched the prophecy to the enemy." Marcus said looking over at where Adelram was laying.
He turned back towards Lyra and winked at her. "Because of you we caught him, so there is nothing to worry about."

Marcus stood up and dusted off his pants as far as it was possible, caus it was quite dirty from the fight. "I'm going over to the others. You guys rest here." Emory nodded at him. She sat down next to Lyra as Marcus walked away.

"It's Emory right?" Lyra asked trying to fill up the silence. Because she didn't want to think about Malinda. She knew she might start crying again.
Emory nodded with a small smile. "Yes it is, but you can call me Amelia." She said as she looked over at Lyra.

"Mine is Lyra." Lyra extended her hand towards Amelia. She grabbed and shook her hand. "It's a pleasure to meet you Lyra."

Now that the fight was over, Lyra finally could have a good look at Amelia. She was quite beautiful, if you ignore all the dirt and blood that she was covered with.
Her hair seemed to be a darker shade of blond and her eyes where as green as emeralds.

"Like what you see?" Lyra then noticed that she was staring and quickly looked away. She felt her face getting red.
She heard Amelia laughing next to her. But it turned into a painful noise.

Lyra quickly turned around. "Are you okay?" She looked over to see what was wrong and she saw that Amelia was breathing a bit difficult.

Amelia shook her head. "Nothing to worry about. I shouldn't have laughed."
Lyra noticed that Amelia had put her hand on the left side of her ribs.
Lyra moved into a crouching position and without a second thought she lifted her shirt and moved her hand away to look at the spot beneath it.

A big bruise had formed. Lyra softly put her hand on the spot. There was a quick intake of breath, so Lyra pulled her hand away. "Sorry." Lyra said to her and quickly looked up, she saw that Amelia was looking down at her. Lyra knew Amelia was trying not to show that she was in pain.

"Did it just started to hurt?" Lyra asked her and Amelia nodded. "Yeah, it's probably because the adrenaline worn out."

Lyra looked back at the spot. "I can try to heal it for you? It could be broken, so I don't know how much I can do to help you."

"You can try. Marcus told me you helped him, so I trust you." Lyra looked up again and she saw Amelia was looking back at her with a painful smile on her face.

"Okay, I'll do my best." Lyra softly put her hand on the spot again, closed her eyes and started to concentrate.

"Episkey." Lyra removed her hand. "Oh that feels way better." Lyra looked up at her. She looked relieved. Amelia tried to move but Lyra stopped her. "Don't move, we don't know how bad it is." Amelia tried to move again but Lyra held her still. After a while Amelia gave up.
"You're stronger then you look." Amelia said as she gave a small laugh. "Laughing doesn't hurt anymore!"
Lyra still didn't let her move.
Amelia let out a sigh and gave up.
"At least help me move into a more comfortable position okay? Until one of the others can check if it's healed."

Amelia looked up at her with a pleading face. It took Lyra a few seconds to register what she was doing. "Are you trying to use puppy eyes?" Lyra had stood up and looked down at Amelia with arms crossed. She pulled up an eyebrow.
"Pffff I would never do such a thing." Amelia said as she continued to look up at Amelia with "puppy eyes".
Lyra started laughing.
"But for real could you help me move? It's getting quite uncomfortable."
"Oh yeah, sorry!" Lyra helped her move into a more comfortable position against the car.