The Broken Boy [d.m]

chapter seven

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Lyra POV

"Well... say something" I nagged him "I'm just trying to process here" he held his hand up and me, pushing me away. He stood up and began to pace around the room.

"This can't be true" he was shaking his head, unable to process the information given to him. "How? How did you survive?"

"How am I supposed to fucking know?" I snapped, then looked away, "I'm sorry" I grasped my head in my hands. "I just- I've been keeping this secret for too long." I sighed.

"How long have you known?" I could sense the anger in his voice, he was getting frustrated with me. He had no grounds to get mad at me on, I had done nothing wrong- apart from maybe being born. "A few months."

"I don't believe it"

"Glad you've finally come to a conclusion, I'll just go back to trying to find out the truth by myself then." I stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind me. I didn't plan on speaking to Potter again. It doesn't matter where I came from, It didn't before and it certainly doesn't now.

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He was staring at me from across the hall. His grey eyes beamed into mine, I held him glare knowing it wouldn't last long. He avoided me, as always, Malfoy was running away from his problems.

That afternoon I was fed up of him so I decided to confront him. I pulled him away from his pack and into a corner of the castle.

"Why'd you do it?" I look at him, trying to be intimidating. Clearly, It was not working. "I don't know what you mean Edwards" he muttered as he tried to make an escape.

"Stop messing with me Malfoy!" I shouted, echoing down the halls. Confliction crossed over his face, he was unsure of what to say. I tugged at the scarf around my neck. He checked there was no one in the corridor before he spoke to me.

"I didn't want him to hurt you ok" he conceded, looking directly into my eyes. "Why? Why do you care?" I falter, looking at the tiled floor. "I don't know." I looked up and met his eyes and nodded. I didn't understand, but also- I did.

He turned away to attempt an escape, "So you're just going to keep ignoring me!" I called out as he strode down to the dungeons.

I didn't go to class that day. I was too upset, at Malfoy and at Potter. As much as I tried to convince myself that I didn't, I needed to know the truth. I wanted answers- more than anything else in the world.

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That evening I was sitting by the fire when the rest of Gryffindor came into the common room. I spotted Harry and preyed that he would walk past me - but he didn't. "I wrote to someone" he said under his breath. "Congratulations?" I snarled.

"Lyra it's true. You are my sister." I shuddered and said "Yes, I know. Dumbledore told me, months ago actually" I went to stand up but Harry grabbed my arm, pulling me back down.

"Don't you want to know how you survived?" I did. Desperately. I was yearning for answers. Ron and Hermione came and sat beside us, in front of the crackling fire. "What are they doing here" I refused to speak to them directly.

"They know. Don't tell anyone else." he gave a large sigh, "So, I wrote to my god father." he paused, waiting for my reaction. But I didn't acknowledge him.

"He told me that on the night Voldemort killed my- our  parents, my father was protecting my mother and I. He quickly grabbed you and hid you in a draw. Voldemort threatened to kill you but dad got in the way. He killed him but, he was running out of time to find me so he didn't have time to kill you."

"My father died protecting me?"

"Protecting both of us." I was somewhat comforted in the thought that someone in my life had enough love for me to die for me.

"That's not all I found out. You have a Godfather - Remus Lupin" he smiled. My mouth dropped open in shock. "Professor Lupin!" I said, probably too loudly. Harry nodded and even though I was still mad at him, I threw my arms around him.

He awkwardly patted me on the back. "Thank you," I pulled away and turned to Hermione and Ron. They were beaming at me "You have a family now" Ron muttered.

The truth was that I always had a family. This school and everyone in it was my family.

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I started to sit with  the Golden Trio more, they were so kind to me and Harry told me more stories about our parents. I was getting better at learning new spells too. Harry also persuaded me to write to Lupin so I did:

Dear Professor,

My name is Lyra Edwards and I am the daughter of James and Lily Potter and I am Harry Potter's twin sister. Harry has informed that you are legally my godfather. I hope that you remember me from Defense Against the Dark Arts in third year, If you don't that's okay too. I just want to ask if knew about me being their daughter, if you did I assume you had a good reason to keep it from me.

Harry has told me stories about you, my father and Padfoot. You were a very good teacher and I'm sure that you were a good friend to my parents. If you have any information on me please, do tell me. I do hope that you respond.

Many Thanks,

Lyra Edwards.