The Broken Boy [d.m]

chapter six

Lyra POV

I hated this. I hated people knowing things about me. Of course Draco Malfoy was going to use this against me, the next chance he gets he'll bring it up. I wasn't sure why what Blaise did affected me so badly, maybe it was because of my past.

It was just that when he touched me, he took advantage of me. I was so naïve, so ignorant and I blatantly ignored all the red flags.

I had become so alone, I spoke to no one; not during class, not in the common room and certainly not in my free time. One day I was sitting alone at breakfast and Hermione came at sat next to me.

I didn't want to acknowledge her, I didn't want to tell her anything about what I had been going through. "Do you think that Umbridge is good at teaching?" she blurted out. I blinked and looked up at her "Are you joking? of course not" my voice was dry because I hadn't used it in forever.

"Good, how would you feel about getting a new teacher?" she queried. "What- what do you mean?" I spluttered "Meet us in the Hog's Head. Saturday" she turned away and walked out the doors of the great hall.

Us? Who was Us? I was so muddled I didn't understand what she was proposing. Of course I was going to go, even if it was just out of curiosity.

I glanced up and saw him staring at me. His deep grey eyes staring into my green ones. I didn't understand him. I didn't understand Draco Malfoy.

He was always so terrible but, he's gone out of his way to protect me twice. Twice. In a mysterious way, he intrigued me. I wanted to discover more about him. I wanted to speak with him but he frightened me.

The day after the incident Blaise had walked into class with a large bruise across his face, there was no way anyone else did that to him. It must have been Malfoy. Why did he care? Why did he even bat an eyelid at me?

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I attended Hermione's little meeting. It turned out that by us she meant Ron, Harry and herself.

"Erm, Hi! So... you all know why we're here, we need a teacher; a proper teacher, one who's had real experience defending themselves against the dark arts." Hermione was nervous, I could tell. "Why?" someone spat from across the room "Why? 'Cause You Know Who's back you toss-pot" Ron retaliated.

"So he says" the boy looks at Harry "So Dumbledore says," Hermione fires back "So Dumbledore says because he says. The point is where's the proof" this boy was really getting on my last nerve.

"Potter could tell us more about how Diggory got killed" Harry stood up, getting defensive. "I'm not here to talk about Cedric, so if that why you're here you might as well clear out now." He started mumbling to Hermione. I was being to get antsy.

I stood up. "Is it true you can produce a Patronus charm?" I stared at him. I knew the answer already but Hermione confirmed "Yes, I've seen it."

"Blimey Harry, I didn't know you could do that" Dean Thomas said. I sat back down and smiled to myself.

"And he killed a Basilisk, with the sword in Dumbledore's office"

"It's true"

"Third year, he fought off a hundred Dementors at once"

"-And last year he really did fight off You Know Who in the flesh." Everyone was listing his accomplishments. I really didn't understand how anyone could disagree now.

"Alright. Look, it all sounds great when you say it like that but he truth is half of that was just luck, and I didn't what I was doing half the time; I almost always had help."

"He's just being modest"

"No" Harry interrupted, "Hermione, I'm not. Facing this stuff in real life is not like school. In school if you make a mistake you can just try again. But out there, when your a second away from being murdered, or watching a friend die- you don't know what that's like." he spoke.

Silence fell across the room. "You're right Harry we don't. That's why we need your help, because If we're going to have any chance of beating... Voldemort" I said, breaking the silence. Everyone looked at me, half the people in this room had never heard my voice before.

Everyone got up and signed the paper to join 'Dumbledore's Army' they called it. when it was my turn I stopped and looked at Harry. "Can I speak to you? After." I whispered. He nodded and I made my way to the back of the room, waiting for everyone to leave.

"Go on, I'll meet you later" Harry says to Ron and Hermione. They shuffled out of the room and Harry sat down joining me.

"Thanks for what you did today" he noted, I smiled in response. "You've been weird lately, are you ok?" he asks. I let out a sarcastic chuckle "You don't know the half of it" I looked at the floor. I was putting it off, I knew I had to say it.

"Why did you want to talk to me?" He muttered. "I... A few weeks ago Dumbledore called me to his office..."

"-Dumbledore spoke to you" he interrupted, then apologized. "Yes... Basically, I've never known who my parents were and he... he told me..." I started to fidget with my hands. "What? He told you what?" He was getting impatient.

"He told me who my real parent were" I started. Harry nodded at me. "Why are you telling me this?" I shook my head and a single tear rolled down my cheek.

"He said that my parents were the Potters. Your parents" I let out a shaky breath. "What do you mean?"

"I mean I'm you sister Harry. Your twin sister..." I let another tear fall. "No. No. That can't be true." he was blown away. "When's your birthday?"

"31 July 1980."