Colours - h.potter

cupboards in beige

Lyra waited around the corner for the group of Death Eaters to leave before sauntering into shop. "Hello, Mr Burkes. Lyra Lexson here! I was wondering if this cupboard," Lyra pointed to the cabinet Draco held an interest in, "And this necklace are for sale?" 

"And who do you think you are, girl?" Mr Burkes answered quite gruffly, fear bubbling in the girl.

"As I said, Lyra Lexson. Granddaughter of Orion and Walburga Black." Lyra knew they weren't her grandparents, but she knew Sirius' parents would have a bigger impact than hers, considering her mum was a 'traitor'. Mr Burkes' face paled at the mention of 'Black'.

"Sorry Miss Lexson, neither are for sale. They are reserved." The girl huffed, exiting the shop and meeting her friends. "Are you insane?" Harry hugged her with such a force she almost toppled over. "The necklace Draco had and the cupboard aren't for sale. They've reserved it!"

"For what, though?"

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September 1st had come and the Golden Quartet were on the train to Hogwarts, it their designated seating place, Lyra and Harry cuddled on one seat and Hermione and Ron a respectable distance away from eachother. "What's Draco got with the cabinet? And who are all those people? It was a ceremony, an initiation."

"Stop it, Harry. I know where you're going." Hermione interjected, Lyra narrowed her eyes, pondering at the thought. "Harry's not wrong. I don't think Death Eaters would have an initiation at Borgin and Burkes with a cabinet though. I do feel as though if Malfoy were to be a Death Eater, he'd only do it to please his parents and keep them safe. Lucius Malfoy lives in constant fear of Voldemort. That's why he's adamant on getting you, so him and his family can be free of the Dark Lord." Lyra spoke, shrugging and the bewilderment on everyone's face that screamed 'How do you know?' "I read them from time to time."

"You think Malfoy's a Death Eater? You're barking!  What would You-Know-Who want with Malfoy?" Ron had a boyish grin on his face, a liquorice wand in his grasp. Lyra rolled her eyes. "He goes to the same school as his enemy, Ron, and he's my cousin.  And his dad is one, it's a pure blood family. Narcissa Malfoy was a Black." 

"It makes sense. Hermione and Lyra saw it with their own eyes." Harry tried to reasoned. Lyra's eyes started to feel heavy and droop lightly when Hermione argued back, ending the conversation. "I need some air, you'll be alright?" Harry whispered into his girlfriend's ear, laying her down and slipping out of her grasp when she nodded.

Lyra woke up to the soft calls of Hermione, "Where's Harry?" the auburn haired girl groaned when Hermione shrugged. She grabbed her uniform and Harry's robes which were significantly bigger than her, making her feel warm and fuzzy inside and began the journey to the loo, keeping a keen eye out for the bespectacled boy.

When the trio were changed and ready, they got off the train and greeted Hagrid with bright smiles. Lyra would be lying if she said Harry wasn't constantly on her mind. What if he was hurt? She would often admit that her boyfriend was an idiot, and couldn't last a week in Hogwarts without sustaining and injury. "Guys can we wait for Harry, please?" Hermione and Ron agreed, sharing the same concern as their friend.

Five minutes had gone by, still no sign of Harry. "Come on, the carriages are gone, let's go see if he's at the feast." Lyra nodded, taking Hermione's outstretched hand and made the journey to the gate  where Professor Flitwick stood short, awaiting students. "Names?" Lyra huffed.

"Professor Flitwick. You've taught me for almost over five years." The small man didn't budge. "Lyra Lexson, Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley."

Food. There was lots of food, as always. Lyra had nothing on her plate, as always. Lyra giggled as Hermione scolded Ron for eating, a minor distraction from a missing Harry. "He's right there, you lunatic!" Lyra's head turned to the entrance of the hall, spotting the raven haired boy and rushing out of her seat towards him. "Where have you been?" She whisper-yelled, not wanting to draw more attention. "And why are you covered in blood? You're always covered in blood!"

"Later. Are those my spare robes?" Lyra rolled her eyes, pulling the boy into the seat next to her and began wiping the blood off of his face with a wet cloth, cursing at him as he flashed her a boyish grin. "Sorting hat urged us to be brave and strong in these troubled times." Lyra snorted a laugh at Ron, "Easy for it to say, it's a bloody hat." Lyra replied, throwing the bloody cloth onto her empty plate. 

"Very best of evenings to you all. First off, let me introduce the newest member of our staff, Horace Slughorn. Professor Slughorn, I'm happy to say, has agreed to resume his old post as Potions Master. Meanwhile, the post of Defense Against the Dark Arts will be taken by Professor Snape."

"Better than Umbitch." Lyra whispered, earning nods of agreement from her friends.

"Now as you know, each and every one of you was searched upon your arrival here tonight. And you have the right to know why. Once, there was a young man, who, like you, sat in this very hall, walked this castle's corridors and slept under its roof. He seemed to all the world a student like any other. His name? Tom Riddle. Today, of course, he's known all over the world by another name. Which is why, as I stand looking out upon you all tonight, I'm reminded of a sobering fact. Everyday, every hour, this very minute, perhaps, dark forces attempt to penetrate the castle walls. But in the end, their greatest weapon, is you. Just something to think about. Now off to bed! Pip-pip!"

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Students were bustling around the corridors, hurrying to their next class. On the wall stood Harry, Lyra and Ron as they basked in the freedom of their free period, large grins on their faces as they watched Minerva McGonagall attempt to handle the surrounding chaos. The older woman approached the three, clearing her throat. "Enjoying ourselves, are we? Lyra shouldn't you be in advanced potions?"

"Minnie, I'm taking regular, not advanced. I'm not good enough for advanced, and we had a free period this morning." Lyra reasoned, she knew what was coming. 

"So I noticed. However, you got an O on your O.W.L, meaning you qualified for the class, and Professor Slughorn specifically requested you. I'd fill it with potions, or is it no longer your ambition to become an auror? What about you, Potter?"

"I was told I had to get an Outstanding in my O.W.L."

"So you did, when Professor Snape was teaching potions. However, Professor Slughorn is perfectly happy to accept N.E.W.T students with Exceeds Expectations."

"Alright Minnie, Harry and I will head there." Lyra groaned, kissing the older woman's cheek, watching the smile grow on her wrinkled face. "Loo-Loo, take Weasley with you, he looks far too happy over there." 

"Loo-Loo?" Harry teased his girlfriend, nudging her side as Ron complained about taking potions. "She's known me my whole life, I call her Minnie and I'm... Loo-Loo." Lyra rolled her eyes as Harry continued to grin. "I don't want to take potions, Quidditch trials are coming, Lyra and I need to practice."

"Ron we can both do without a little practice. I'm a fine chaser."