Harry had walked down to the common room at 12am on Saturday in search of Lyra. He found the girl huddled on a lovesest by the fireplace, brushing her hair. "Couldn't sleep?" Harry's voiced had made Lyra jump, the hairbrush falling out of her grip. "Sorry. Yeah, you?" Harry grinned, "I couldn't sleep either," Harry sat next to the girl, feeling himself grown fidgety. "I read what Skeeter wrote about you in the Daily Prophet, it's a load of rubbish, your eyes swimming with the ghosts of his past. if anything you eyes are swimming with your addiction to flavored beans." The mention of the article made Harry's eyes roll. he had read about Lyra too, "Did you see what she wrote about me? Atrocious, that woman is. Says I'm too defensive when talking of my family. Says I get everything due to my 'looks' and I'm too modest about it." The girl huffed. Harry only slightly smiled at her, "She shouldn't have brought up your family. However I don't think you get everything with only your looks. Not saying you're not pretty or anything because you are, I'm just saying that you're more than being pretty-" The boy began to get flustered and started rambling, Lyra just laughed and said it was alright. the who had sat in a minute of comfortable silence.
"So you and Cedric, friends?" Harry asked rather awkwardly. The topic had made Lyra shift in her seat. "Yeah, but the day our names were picked from the Goblet, I'd read him." Harry seemed intrigued, to say the least. "And?" Harry replied, urging for her to continue. He didn't know why, he had the feeling Cedric liked Lyra. He was fine with it right? He wasn't jeHaalous. Why would he be? "I read that he was attracted to me. I don't know though." Lyra's eyes were focused on the bright fire in front of her, not once turning to Harry. "Do you like him back?" The question Lyra was dreading. She didn't know. "I don't know. Always kinda saw it as a playful thing, y'know?" Her response had eased Harry, and he didn't know why. However he had no time to dwell on it, as it was 1:00 on a Saturday.
The fire in front of them had began to rapidly spit, and the face of Sirius Black broke through. "Sirius!" Lyra and harry huddled around the fire, waiting for Sirius to fully emerge. "I don't have much time so let me get to it. Did you or did you not put your name in the Goblet?" both teenagers shook their heads, saying no. "Tell me about the dream of yours, with Wormtail and Voldemort, but who was the third man in the room? You didn't hear a name?" Lyra paused for a moment. "I think it could've been Barty Crouch Jr." Lyra spoke, Sirius and Harry instantly turned to her, asking for further detail. "I'm not sure at all, but when Harry and I weren't dreaming about this, I would have these dreams, where I talked to a boy who looked like Crouch Jr, only the boy was my age, and looked, well he looked sane. Called himself Tim. One day that boy confessed his love for me, I couldn't feel the same because it wasn't real, it was a dream, and I never dreamed about it again." Lyra had spilled all the information she could. Sirius nodded as much as he could. "Voldemort was giving the man a job to do, something important. He wanted me. He was going to use this man to get to me." Harry had noticed the uneasy look on Lyra reminding her that it was only a dream. "Harry, Cassie, the Death Eaters at the World Cup, your names being entered aren't coincidences. Hogwarts isn't safe anymore. I'm saying the devils are inside the walls. Igor Karkaroff? He was a Death Eater. And no one, no one stops being a Death Eater. Barty Crouch, has a heart of stone. Sent his own son to Azkaban." Lyra gasped at this "Do you you think one of them put our names in the goblet?" Sirius looked towards Lyra, seeing the slightly alarmed look on her face. "Cassie, I have no idea who put your names in that goblet but whoever did it is no friend of yours. People die in this tournament." Lyra grabbed Harry's hand, the boy squeezed her hand is his. "We're not ready for this Sirius." Harry pleaded, Sirius couldn't do anything. "You have no choice."
The teenagers looked towards the staircase leading to the dorms, spotting Ron. "Why're you up talking? Actually you're probably up practicing for your next interview." Ron glared at the two before trudging up to bed.
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Harry, Neville and Lyra had been sitting by the black lake, Neville had been marvelling at a herbology related thing, while Harry had been going through books. Lyra had been busy making notes for their potions class in silence, making corrections in a potions book.
The voices of Ron and Hermione were heard in the distance, causing Harry to stand up, ready for confrontation. After a whole lot of rambling from Hermione, Lyra had read what Hermione tried to say in her mind. voicing a "Thank you Hermione! We've got it! Hagrid's looking for us." when the bushy haired girl had screeched over being an owl, and not once did Lyra look up from her potions book.
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"Did you bring the cloak like I told you to?" Lyra and Harry had been strolling through the forest with Hagrid, cloak in hand. "Hagrid, where are we going?" Harry was getting nervous, as an attempt to calm him down, Lyra gave the boy's hand a squeeze, sending him a small smile. "You'll see soon enough, by the way, Lyra does my hair look good? And is the flower nice?" Lyra smiled at the man "It looks lovely, Hagrid. I wonder who it's for." The girl smirked, bursting into a fit of giggles when Harry realized Hagrid had combed his hair.
A faint roar was heard, stopping the trio in their tracks. The three went silent. A call of Hagrid's name had been heard, the accent had resembled a French woman. Hagrid had began to make his way over to the voice, not without turning around, telling us to put the cloak on. Harry had made sure both of them were completely covered, before realizing the lack of distance between them. The feeling of their body heat radiating off of eachother had made the colour rush to Harry's cheeks. The two had followed Hagrid, Lyra just as shocked to see Madame Maxime with him as Harry was. Lyra cringed at the failed attempt of a French greeting my Hagrid. The two hidden teenagers had both pretended to gag when watching Hagrid and Maxime have a lovey-dovey moment, making the two quietly giggle.
The two had followed Hagrid and Maxime, laying their eyes on 4 massive dragons, all breathing fire. When Maxime had ventured far enough, the two let the cloak drop, along with their jaws. "Dragons? That's the first task? You're joking!" exclaimed Harry. Hagrid had tried to provide the two with comfort by explaining how dragons were misunderstood creatures. Lyra had her focus on the fire breathing species in front of her, thinking of tactics, her blood boiled at the mention of Ron. "Ron was here?" Lyra was livid Ron would come and not tell the two anything, even ig they weren't on friendly terms, both would've done the same for him. Hagrid had gone on to explain how Ron's brother had brought the dragons from Romania, "Didn't Ron tell you?" Lyra rolled her eyes at the redhead's childish ways. "No, he didn't tell us anything."
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Colours - h.potter
Fanfiction"I have a mad desire to dance, don't you?" "Yeah, I do." Lyra Aquila Cassiopeia Lexson likes to believe things happen in colours. Lighter colours are the happier things, and vice versa. In the wizarding world, are there many light colour situations...
