The very next morning, the sun shone on the Golden Quartet as they all took turns shooting spells at the locket. The four had given up as Lyra watched her husband cast spell after spell, eventually setting the Horcrux on fire. Panic had risen in her as she watched Harry wear the locket. "What are you doing?"
"We have to keep it safe until we find out how to destroy it."
"Seems strange, mate. Dumbledore sends you off to find all these Horcruxes, but doesn't tell you how to destroy them. Doesn't that bother you?" Harry huffed, walking away.
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Later that day, Lyra and Harry sat outside the tent, trying to block out the sound of the radio. Harry's breathing began to get heavier, his focus was off as Lyra attempted to call out to him, giving up as she buried herself into his mind, seeing the same he was. The vision ended.
"You'd told me they stopped. You can't keep letting him in, love."
"Really, like how you told me you stopped with the beauty potions?" A silence overcame them. "I'm sorry."
"It's okay. So, Voldemort found Gregorovitch?" Hermione walked towards the couple, hearing Lyra. "He has the wandmaker?"
"He wants something that Gregorovitch used to have, but I don't know what. But he wants it desperately. I mean, it's as if his life depends on it." Harry sat up, ready to turn the radio off, stopping as Lyra pulled him back down gently. "Don't. It comforts him." Hermione pleaded, almost.
"It sets my teeth on edge. What's he expecting to hear, good news?"
"I think he just hopes he doesn't hear bad news. I listen too, sometimes. Hoping I don't hear anyone's names." Lyra's voice was soft and fragile.
"How long before he can travel?"
"I'm doing everything I can, Lyra too."
"You're not doing enough!" Lyra got up, pulling Harry's hand as he attempted to walk away.
"Take it off, Harry. Take the locket off, love." Lyra's voice was stern at first, however her cold demeanor began to crumble as she saw the sadness in his eyes as he took off the dark magic. "Better?" The auburn haired girl whispered, shoving the locket into her pocket.
"Loads." Lyra gave her husband a quick kiss, walking into the tent after Hermione.
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The fire was the only heat source as Lyra and Hermione sat, their eyes never leaving the dancing flames. "Do you ever regret getting married so young?"
"No. Just means I have more time with Harry, although I'm afraid it may be too much time." The girl attempted to joke, earning laughter in response. "I'm not expecting a child to be named after me, but I am expecting to be godmother." Hermione smiled.
Their giggles instantly stopped as a twig snapped. The girls got up, hand in hand as they scouted the area for any people. Their eyes met the figures of two men, one carrying a body in his arms. They appeared to be speaking to eachother, however the pair couldn't understand due to the enchantments.
The man lingered around them, his stare right above Lyra's head, as though he were trying to smell something. "Hermione, did you wear perfume today, or is it just mine?"
"It's just yours."
The girls sighed in relief as the men began to walk away. "Snatchers. Good to know your enchantments work." Lyra turned, leaning into the body of her husband.
"He could smell my perfume." Lyra whispered as Harry kissed her head.
"We have to travel, Hermione." Harry announced as the trio walked back into the tent.
"Ron isn't strong enough to apparate."
"We'll travel by foot, then. And Lyra, as much as I love your perfume, don't wear it." Harry and Lyra bid Hermione goodnight, disappearing into their bed, which was covered by curtains, allowing the couple to have more privacy.
Lyra pulled the journal Dumbledore had left her, flipping through the pages and noticing something strange. "Harry. Look. Dumbledore's written all these entries to people. Deceased people. And he's gotten replies." Harry peered into the book, confusion etched on his face as Lyra began to write on a fresh page.
Dear Lily and James Potter,
Hello. My name is Lyra. I married your son.
Lyra Potter.
The couple watched as ink began to stain the page, Lyra's quill not touching it once.
Dear Lyra,
Hello. We know, we've been watching over you. Lily thinks you're an absolute darling!
Lily and James Potter.
The couple grinned at eachother.
Dear Sirius,
Harry and I got married, you already know that. We wish you could've been there for the wedding.
Lyra Potter.
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Dear Lyra,
I know, darling. Congratulations! I hear you're going to name a child after me?
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Dear Aquila Lexson,
I know you've probably been watching over me, but I miss you. I hope you like Harry, if you don't we will have to get a divorce, but that's alright.
Lyra Potter.
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Dear Lyra,
I've been watching over you and I miss you too, Elle. I love Harry, don't you ever divorce him, I couldn't have imagined a better boy for you.
Aquila Lexson.
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Lyra smiled, closing the book. "We don't know what cons come with this. So we must only use this to contact people if necessary." Harry agreed.
"And now for the names of missing witches and wizards. These are confirmed. Thankfully, the list is short today." Lyra listened in, all the names were't recognized by Lyra except one. "Joshua Flexson."
Lyra's heart dropped. The book fell to the ground as she allowed Harry to wrap his arms around her, hot tears soaked through his shirt. Lyra had been waiting for the bad news to hit her everytime she listened to the radio, and it'd finally hit her.
"I promised him that the last time I saw him it wouldn't be the last. I promised." She continued to sob into Harry's chest, taking no notice of Hermione and Ron who now sat on the bed too, their hearts breaking as they listened to Lyra's gut-wrenching sobs and cries.
"I never told him I loved him. Or that I forgave him. I missed my only chance because I had too much pride. I promised him."
"Lyra, you'll see him soon. Joshua's a fighter, isn't he? You'll see him again." Ron attempted to soothe.
Hermione and Ron eventually left the room once Lyra had fallen asleep from crying too hard, the grief and sadness etched on her face made Harry's heart ache.
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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...
