Colours - h.potter

tactics in blue

"We need to tell Cedric." 

Lyra and Harry were sitting in the courtyard, the girl was glaring at all the Potter badges, somehow not a single bad word had been said towards her. "Why?" Harry replied, intrigued. "Because if we help him out with this, it'll be a favor he'd have to repay on another task." Harry was relived that her reasoning wasn't anything to do with her interest in the taller boy, or the taller boy's interest in her. "Alright, let's go tell him." The two got up, making their way to the other side of the courtyard. Halfway through, Hannah Abbott and her Hufflepuff friends had been laughing and giggling at Harry, only saying a nice greeting to Lyra. "Oh get a hold of yourself Hannah." The auburn haired girl huffed, grabbing Harry's arm and pulling Harry towards Cedric. 

"I'd like a word." Cedric's face held bewilderment. Lyra never went to Cedric first, it was always vise versa. "Of course, Aquila Cassiopeia." Cedric got up, hushing the wolf whistles his group of friends were making, and followed Lyra with his arm around her shoulder, as always, with Harry in tow. "The first task is dragons. They've got ones for each of us." Lyra let out a breathe she didn't know she was holding. "Are you serious?" Harry nodded. Lyra could read all the fear in Cedric's mind, "Fleur and Krum, do they know?" Lyra thought it was amazing how Cedric could still think of the others when learning the information himself. She nodded, "By the way, about the badges, I've told them not to wear them." Harry shrugged it off, Lyra could read that the words affected him the smallest bit, but it wasn't his concern right now.

Harry had spotted Ron, walking towards the ginger to receive the confrontation he never got at the black lake. "You're a right foul git for calling Lyra weak, yeah?" Harry's blood was boiling,  however Lyra couldn't be bothered. She was tired of the ongoing quarrel, but that doesn't mean she had completely forgiven Ron. "You think so? Anything else?" Ron replied, eyeing Lyra as she grabbed Harry's arm again, "Yeah, stay away from us." and with that, they parted ways.

Perched on a tree sat Draco Malfoy, who never had anything against Lyra besides the fact she was friends with the trio. "Hello, Lyra." The blonde git greeted smoothly, "Why so tense Potter? I don't think you're going to last ten minutes in your task," The Slytherin jumped down, joining his group. "He disagrees, he thinks you won't last five." The blonde had hit a nerve in Harry that had been waiting to be hit since his name was spit out of the Goblet. "Well, I dont give a damn what your father thinks, Malfoy. He's vile and cruel.  And you're just pathetic." Harry spat. Malfoy's eyes landed on Lyra. "Is he okay?" The girl asked, referring to her brother. Draco nodded, allowing Lyra and Harry to walk away. Just as the pair were leaving, the blonde had retaliated, "Pathetic?" The blonde had gotten his wand out, ready to cast, that was until Mad-eye had turned him into a small, snow white ferret. Mad-eye had been levitating the ferret, yelling insulting names, however was interrupted by a telling off from McGonagall, leaving Lyra and Harry to walk away giggling.

Moody approached the two champions, leading them to his office. Lyra had been nervous, still not sure if this was the Alastor Moody she knew, however she complied out of curiosity. The man had sat in a chair, removing his prosthetic leg, allowing it to rest on the table. The rumbling of a chest in the corner had made Lyra jump, the girl was already on edge and she hasn't been in the office for more than 3 minutes. "Wouldn't bother telling you what's in there." Moody spoke lowly. "What are you going to do about your dragon?" Lyra's ears perked up, she hoped the man was helping them. "I'm fighting it." She answered. Harry was taken aback, they'd never discussed who was fighting it. The boy shook his head no, "I'm fighting the dragon. Harry can do the next task and we'll do the final task together." It seemed as thought Lyra had thought about this more than Harry. He saw no point in objecting, knowing Lyra would have her way, and it was logical to split the tasks between the two, Harry just wished she didn't get the dragon task. "Alright what's your strategy? You know Diggory and Delacour, you know their strengths and what they can do. What's your plan?" Lyra had thought the entire thing through, leaving Harry shocked. "We're allowed wands. I'll accio a mode of transport, preferably not a broom, leaves me open for offense. I could use that to look for the egg, I could levitate boulders and rocks to block incoming fire." Lyra had droned on about her plan, Moody nodding in approval. Moody turned to Harry, pointing at Lyra, "You've got a good teammate." Harry nodded, his eyes on Lyra, and all his eyes held were admiration, no worry, no stress, just admiration. "I'm still nervous over letting you do this." The boy spoke up for the first time since the dragons had been mentioned. Lyra rolled her eyes, "I'll be fine."

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Lyra and Hermione had been sat in the girls dorm, painting their nails in polish the muggle way, Lyra laying the thick, baby blue colour onto her long nails. "You and Cedric are getting close." Hermione wriggled her eyebrows, eyeing the girl in front of her. "It's just harmless flirting, Hermione. I don't know if I even like him that way, but his thoughts say he's attracted to me." Hermione gasped at this information "He likes you? That's amazing! If you don't feel the same, what about Harry?" Hermione knew she was on to something, it was the glint in her eyes that gave it away. "He's my friend."Lyra knew Hermione wouldn't believe it, but it was worth a shot. "Can you believe it, you're in a life threatening tournament together. If the chances of dying were 0, it's be very romantic. Very romantic indeed." Hermione giggled. The thought of Harry made the heat rise to Lyra's cheeks. "That stupid goblet and this stupid tournament is ruining everything!"

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The first task was days away, and Harry hadn't left Lyra's side ever since they learned about the dragons. The two were sat in the Great Hall, Harry digging into his breakfast, as Lyra stared down at her empty plate. "Lyra, eat." Harry was concerned, the girl had barely eaten anything in days, and had refused Harry's hugs, Harry would admit it did make him frown at times.  Lyra refused, her appetite gone as she read her Astronomy textbook, not focusing on the words, but wanting to be distracted. Harry had turned to his side to face Lyra, closing her textbook and forcing her to face him. The boy had prepared a piece of his toast, lathering it in jam, just like Lyra likes it. "Eat." Harry's voice was stern, the piece of toast centimeters away from Lyra's mouth. The girl gave in, having a couple of bites. 

The sound of someone clearing their throat behind the pair had Lyra's full attention. She turned around to face her brother, who held a solemn look on his face. "Can I help you?" Her voice was cold, not full of venom, just emotionless and cold. The older boy pulled his sister up and took her in his arms. Lyra hadn't expected that, When she'd read him, all she saw was sadness and worry. "You better win this tournament, Lyra. I can't have you end up dead." His pleas were muddled by her hair. "Yeah, I will. Don't worry." Lyra could feel her eyes well up with tears as the tears of her brother had seeped through her cloak. "Better me participate than you, right Josh?" She failed a chuckle, feeling the faint nodding of 'no' from her brother. They pulled away. "Don't say that, Elle. Promise me you'll make it out, even if you don't win." She nodded, smiling. They'd parted ways, her brother going back to his table, Lyra sitting back down next to Harry, receiving a faint smile from the raven haired boy.