Colours - h.potter

thiefs in purple

The Quartet continued to walk down the busy street. Hermione gasped, forcing the four to stop walking. "We didn't celebrate your birthday, Harry. We prepared a cake! We were going to bring it out at the end of the wedding."

"Hermione, I appreciate the thought, but given the fact that we were almost killed by a couple of Death Eaters a few minutes ago, that's the least of my worries."

"And plus, Lyra and Harry had a great celebration this morning. That's right, I heard you." The couple's cheeks burned red at Ron's statement, heavily embarrassed. 

"Anyways. We need to get off the streets, get somewhere safe." The Quartet linked arms, Lyra apparating them to a peculiar house. "Revelio." The house slowly began to uncover itself, morphing into 12 Grimmauld Place. Lyra reached into her back pocket for a key, opening the door. Lyra waved her wand, the cloud of dust that was once coming at them dispersed. "Alastor's idea, incase Snape came snooping."

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The next morning, Harry woke, feeling the absence of his wife next to him. He ventured throughout the house, before stopping at the door of Sirius Black. Harry opened the door, finding Lyra sitting on the bed, staring at the walls. "Lyra." Harry called out softly, catching her attention as he sat beside her.

"I used to visit Sirius when I was younger. With my mum. She always believed he was innocent. He used to tell me stories of his time at Hogwarts. When I came to Hogwarts, we stopped seeing him. Then mum died. Then he died. God knows who else is dead." Harry grabbed Lyra's hand, placing a soft kiss on it.

"Harry? Lyra? Hermione, where are you? I think I've found something!" Ron called out, his voice echoing throughout the house. The couple made their way downstairs, finding Ron by a doorway. "This is Regulus' room. I knew him. Didn't want to be a Death Eater, changed his mind when it was too late." Lyra spoke, peeking into the room.

"Regulus Arcturus Black. R.A.B."

"God Lyra, what's your family got with constellations?"

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"I will be dead long before you read this. I have stolen the real Horcrux and intend to destroy it."

"Question is, did he actually destroy the Horcrux?" The quartet heard a faint clatter coming from a small room, Harry stood up, opening the door and grabbing whatever was inside of it. "You've been spying on us, have you?"

"Kreacher has been watching." Lyra grabbed the fake locket from the table, dangling it in front of the house elf. "Ever seen this before? Kreacher, I'm your mistress now. Answer me."

"It's Master Regulus' locket."

"But there were two, yes? Where's the other one?" Lyra stepped closer.

"Kreacher doesn't know where the other locket is."

"Did you see it? Was it in this house?" Hermione began, instantly jumping back when kreacher had called her a filthy mudblood. "Answer her! And you will treat her with respect."

"Yes. It was in this house. A most evil object? Before Master Regulus died, he ordered Kreacher to destroy it. But no matter how hard Kreacher tried, he could not do it."

"Where is it, did someone take it?"

"He came in the night. He took many things, including that locket, and Mistress Aquila's wedding band that now lays on Mistress Lyra's finger."

"Kreacher, go find Mundugus Fletcher." Lyra ordered, already knowing who Kreacher was going to name as the thief. The house elf apparated away with a crack.

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The Golden Quartet sat in the living room of 12 Grimmauld Place. Harry and Lyra cuddled on one sofa as Ron and Hermione were occupied on the piano. "You used to play piano, didn't you?" Harry asked the auburn haired girl. "I did. Not anymore." Lyra's focus was on the golden snitch fluttering its wings. Hermione came and sat before the couple.

"They have flesh memories. When Scrimgeour first gave it to you, I thought it might open at your touch. That Dumbledore had hidden something inside it." The conversation was interrupted as the group raced to the dining hall, meeting eyes with Mundungus Fletcher, Kreacher and Dobby.

"As requested, Kreacher returned with the theif." Lyra snatched the wand in Fletcher's hand, examining it. "This is my mum's wand! This wand belongs to Aquila Flexson! What are you doing with it?" Lyra cornered the short man.

"I found it. Take it! It was no use to me anyways."

"Dobby was only trying to help. Dobby saw Kreacher in Diagon Alley, which Dobby thought was curious. And then Dobby heard Kreacher mention Harry Potter and Lyra Lexson's names," Lyra smiled at the house elf. "It's Lyra Potter now, love."

"Oh Mrs Potter! Congratulations! Then Dobby saw Kreacher talking with the thief, Mundungus-" "I'm no thief! You foul little git-"

"Touch him and I'll hurt you." The auburn haired girl warned, watching the fear in Mundungus's eyes grow. "I'm a purveyor of rare and wondrous objects."

"Like my mum's wedding ring that Remus Lupin had to get back? Aquila Lexson's wand? We all know you're a thief, Mundungus."

"Listen, I panicked that night, all right? Could I help it if Mad-Eye fell off his broom?" Mundungus fell into a chair in the corner of the room. 

"When you turned this place over, don't deny it, you found a locket, am I right?" Harry's voice was more civil than Lyra's which caused the small man to calm down a bit.

"Why? Was it valuable?"

"You worried you didn't get enough money for it you blithering-" Lyra stopped herself from finishing the sentence as Harry squeezed her hand.

"There I was, flogging me wares in Diagon Alley when some Ministry hag comes up and asks to see me license. Says she's a mind to lock me up. And would've done it too, if she hadn't taken a fancy to that locket." 

"Who was she? Do you know?" Lyra's voice was softer, she felt as though she might aswell be nicer since he might have valuable information. "No, I-" The man stopped, picking up a newspaper from the ground.  "That's her! Look! Bleeding bow and all!" His chubby finger pointed to the familiar face of Dolores Jane Umbridge.