Colours - h.potter

fights in purple

Dear Sirius Black and Aquila Lexson,

I'm sure you know Josh is missing. I just hope he's not up there with you, if you know where he is, please tell me?

Lyra Potter.

Lyra had spent all night crying in the arms of her husband, and had finally stopped in the morning as she decided to use the journal.

Dear Lyra,

Don't worry, love. Josh isn't here with us, we know where he is and he's safe. For now, focus on your mission. Contact us if you need anything. We love you.

Sirius and Mum.

The auburn haired girl's expression became brighter. Her brother wasn't dead, he was safe! "Harry! Harry, darling, come here!" She called, watching the smile grow on Harry's face as he saw her smile for the first time since the news came. "He's safe. Sirius and Mum told me he's safe." Harry grinned even wider, pulling her in for a hug. "But they didn't tell me where he is."

"That's okay, all that matters is that they say he's safe. We'll find him soon."

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The quartet spent a majority of their time travelling by foot, taking long breaks and stopping during the night. Lyra discovered that you couldn't talk to the living with Dumbledore's journal, so everyday she wrote a short letter addressed to her brother, praying she wouldn't get a reply, and much to her relief, she never did.

Lyra sat, cutting and trimming Harry's hair. "I think I should cut my hair." She hummed, snipping little bits. "It's at my mid-thigh now."

"If you want to. I love your hair."

"Oh my god!" Lyra rushed toward the familiar voice of Hermione, abandoning her husband. 

"What? What is it?" Lyra asked, her voice held panic as she held Harry's hand the moment he appeared next to her. "The sword of Gryffindor. It's goblin-made."

"So dirt and rust have no effect on the blade? How does that help?" The auburn haired girl furrowed her eyebrows at her friend. "It only takes in that which makes it stronger. Harry, you've already destroyed one Horcrux, right? Tom Riddle's diary in the Chamber of Secrets."

"With a Basilisk fang. If you tell me you've got one of those in that bloody beaded bag of yours..."

"Don't you see? In the Chamber of Secrets, you stabbed the Basilisk with the sword of Gryffindor. Its blade is impregnated with Basilisk venom." Hermione hinted, smiling as Lyra pulled a face of realization.

"It only takes in that which makes it stronger. It can destroy Horcruxes! That's why Dumbledore tried to leave it to Harry! Hermione you are brilliant!" Lyra engulfed her friend in a tight hug, the smiles never leaving their faces during the long embrace. "There's only one problem." Harry began, the girls faced him, not letting go of eachother. The light went out, the room darkening.

Ron's shadow was seen as he returned the light with his deluminator. "The sword was stolen. Yeah, I'm still here. But you three carry on. Don't let me spoil the fun."

"What's wrong?" 

"Wrong? Nothing's wrong. Not according to you, anyway." Ron's voice was dark.

"Don't talk to Harry like that, if you've got something to say, spit it out." Lyra let go of Hermione, narrowing her eyes at the ginger. "All right, I'll spit it out. But don't expect me to be grateful because there's another damn thing we've gotta find."

"I thought you knew what you signed up for."

"Yeah, I thought I did too."

"Well then, I'm sorry, but I don't quite understand. What part of this isn't living up to your expectations? Did you think we were gonna be staying in a hotel? Finding a Horcrux every other day? Thought you'd be back by Christmas? Thought that Lyra and I would be able to celebrate three years together in peace?"

"I just thought, after all this time we would've achieved something. I thought you knew what you were doing. I thought Dumbledore told you something worthwhile. I thought we had a plan."

"I told you everything Dumbledore told me. In case you haven't noticed, we found a Horcrux."

"Yeah, and we're as close to getting rid of it as we are to finding the rest of them." Hermione walked up to the ginger, attempting to take off the locket that hung off his neck as he pushed her away. "Want to know why I listen to that radio? To make sure I don't hear Ginny's name, or Fred, or George or Mom. To make sure that I don't have to endure what Lyra went through."

"You think I'm not listening? You think I don't know how this feels?!" Harry argued, his grip on Lyra's hand tightening. "No, you don't know how it feels! Your parents are dead. You have no family." Harry lunged for Ron. Lyra panicked slightly as she managed to pull her husband away. "I wouldn't be surprised if you and Lyra didn't celebrate your anniversary, considering she acts like she's married to Hermione rather than you." Ron spat, eyeing the girl. Lyra had had enough. How dare he? They were friends, Lyra was sure she had no feelings towards Hermione. She was married to the love of her life, the person she loved more than anyone!

"What is wrong with you? I am married, Ronald! Married! It's not my fault that I have a friend who I care for as a sister! Get out!" She growled, letting go of Harry's hand as she ripped the Horcrux from his neck, hearing him mutter a 'fine'. before grabbing his things, turning to Hermione. "And you? Are you coming or you staying?" Silence. "Fine, I get it."

"Ron, Lyra and I are friends. She's married!" Hermione pleaded as the ginger left the tent, her following after him, leaving the married couple alone.

"Do you feel the way Ron feels, about Hermione and I?" Lyra held back tears, watching her husband's demeanor soften as he brought her close. "No, of course not. You and Hermione are like sisters, like you said. You love me, right?" Lyra nodded, leaning her head against his chest.

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A week had passed since Ron's departure and Lyra couldn't help but feel like it was her fault. She attempted to comfort Hermione whenever she could, her interaction with Harry was kind of at a minimum, but he understood.

The trio ended up in Malham Cove, a rocky landscape where they set camp.

The two girls sat outside in silence, staring at the sky before them. "It's not your fault, Lyra."

"But I feel like it is. You're like a sister to me. I need a sibling near me when my real one is god knows where, at least I know he's alive."

"Still writing to him in the journal?" Lyra nodded. "Go inside, speak to Harry. He's probably listening to the radio. You need to talk to him." Lyra agreed, heading inside the tent and finding the disheveled boy on a chair, smiling as she heard the song playing softly from the radio.

She sat on his lap, stroking his hair as he peered up at her, the song on the radio suddenly became a little louder. "I'm sorry we haven't talked in almost a week. Kind of feel like it's my fault Ron's gone, I'm trying to help Hermione get through this." Harry nodded, taking her hand in his and kissing it. 

"I understand. It's not your fault. It's his. Now, I have a mad desire to dance, don't you?" Harry smiled, watching his wife giggle for the first time in a while.

"Are you always going to quote me?"

"Of course. Dance with me." Lyra bit her lip, getting off as Harry held her waist, her arms wrapping around his neck as they swayed, small laughs leaving their lips as Harry spun her around. 

For a brief few minutes, they felt as though they were a regular married couple. They were happy, of course, but they didn't feel as though they had the weight of the world on their shoulders. They felt light, and happier.