Colours - h.potter

proposals in silver

Lyra ran through the crows, pushing everyone away as she threw herself onto the body of Albus Dumbledore, her tears seeping into his clothing as her loud sobs were the only noise heard. Harry sat beside her, silently grieving. 

Lyra's trembling body was pulled up by Minerva McGonagall. "Oh Minnie!" she cried, continuing to sob into the woman's chest as Hermione lay a hand on her back. The two of them raised their wands, projecting light in hopes of removing the dark mark that lingered in the sky.

One by one, each student began raising their wands, the evil in the sky disappearing into nothing.

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Minerva McGonagall sat in the office of Albus Dumbledore, watching Lyra stare at the chair her headmaster once sat in. "It doesn't hurt anymore, Minnie. Just feel a tad bit numb. I'm not say anymore. I just want to make him proud. I do know that he wouldn't have wanted me to mope, and I did mope for a few days. Now I'm determined. I'm determined to finish the hunt he started."

Minerva was about to reply, however the door was opened, and in walked Harry Potter. "Hello, love." Lyra greeted softly, kissing her boyfriend who surprisingly, kissed back. The two had isolated themselves from everybody for a few days, staying confined to their bed, on their own separate sides. No cuddling, no arms or legs peaking onto the other's side. It was like there was an invisible line. They didn't mind that. They knew they needed space, they knew they'd be okay soon. 

"Potter. In light of what has happened. If you should have the need to talk to someone." Harry sighed, almost rolling his eyes. "Minnie, that crap would never work on Harry, especially if you're a professor."

"You should know, Professor Dumbledore, you meant a great deal to him." 

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"Do you think he would've done it? Draco?"

"No, he was lowering his wand. In the end, it was Snape." Lyra spoke, leaning into Harry. "The locket is fake."

Hermione opened the locket, a small note sat in the space. "To the Dark Lord. I know I will be dead long before you read this but I want you to know that it was I who discovered your secret. I have stolen the real Horcrux and intend to destroy it as soon as I can. I face death in the hope that when you meet your match, you will be mortal once more. R.A.B."

"We don't know who it is. But whoever they are, they have the real Horcrux. And intend to destroy it so I don't know if it's good or bad. But it also means it was all a waste. Harry and I aren't coming back." Lyra spoke, her eyes staying on the black lake. "It took a lot of arguing, but I decided we've got to finish what Dumbledore started. But we will let you and Ron know where we are."

"You're really think sometimes, both of you. You need all the help you can get."

"Hermione and I are coming." Ron announced. Lyra and Harry met eyes, lightly smiling as they shook their heads. Their attention shifted onto a bird, Fawkes, to be specific, as the Quartet stood together, admiring the bird as it flew.

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A few days had passed, and the school year had officially come to and end. Lyra and Harry found comfort in eachother, as always and prepared to make the journey back to the Lexson house for part of the summer. 

Packing had never been a thing Lyra enjoyed, however her vigorous folding of clothes was interrupted by Harry. "Come with me."

"Where are we going?" Harry ignored he stopped at the staircase leading to the girl's dormitories. "This, is where we had our first kiss." Harry announced, pulling her away and taking her to the Great Hall. "And this, is where we made it official. And on this day, two years ago, you asked me to spend the summer with you, and that was the best summer of my life." Harry got down on one knee, "I know we're only seventeen, but we're of age now and I don't want to live in a world where I regret not doing this earlier. I know there's a war coming, and we're going to make it out, together. I am so in love with you. I love the way when you're ranting about something your accent goes a tad bit Irish, how when we cuddle you always press yourself right up against me to keep yourself warm. I love your smile, your laugh, I love everything about you. So I'm asking you this. Will you marry me in the summertime, Lyra Aquila Cassiopeia Flexson?"

"Hm. Let me think." Lyra giggled.

"Don't play with me."

"Yes, I will marry you in the summertime, Harry James Potter." Lyra grinned, laughing as Harry picked her up and spun her around, peppering her face with kisses. "I love you."

"I love you too. Now are you going to let me put the ring on your finger or not, Mrs Potter?" the auburn haired girl laughed, holding her hand out as Harry slipped the ring onto her finger. "I'm not Mrs Potter yet!"

Someone clearing their throat echoed throughout the Great Hall as Lyra turned to see Minerva McGonagall. "Oh Minnie! Look!" Lyra cheered, running up the woman and displaying her ring. Minerva smiled. "Congratulations, Loo-Loo. Mr Potter, you take care of her the best you can."

"I will, Professor."

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The train ride had been slightly glum, except for when Harry and Lyra announced their engagement to their friends, making them promise not to tell anyone yet. 

They knew a storm of darkness was coming, and they hoped their engagement and wedding could possibly bring a little happiness. "When's the date?"

"Soon. Definitely."

"We want to do it before we leave." Hermione nodded, sharing one last squeal of excitement over the matter as the couple grinned, snuggling closer together. "Promise me you won't take it off, no matter what?"

"Of course, Harry. I'm yours. Always have been and always will be yours."