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"Whispers are circulating about her lineage," Severus Snape began cautiously, his voice barely above a murmur. He leaned forward over his desk, fingers steepled, his gaze fixed on the grain of the wood as if it alone could shield him from whatever truth might surface in his Godson's silvery-blue eyes.
"What whispers?" Draco Malfoy demanded, impatience threading sharply through his tone. He stood rigid beside the desk, frustration simmering beneath the need for answers.
Snape understood. The boy was desperate for clarity-yet the truth he offered carried consequences even he was uncertain he could weather. And some truths remained maddeningly beyond his reach.
A bead of sweat slid down Snape's temple as he deliberated, the weight of implication pressing heavily on his shoulders. He bit the inside of his cheek, tasting copper, before finally speaking.
"I've spoken to several individuals within our circles," he admitted. "They hinted that her heritage is intertwined with the Ancient Arts...though none could provide specifics. Certain bloodlines-much like the Malfoys-carry power that runs deeper than most dare to acknowledge."
He drew a quiet breath. "Those I consulted refused to confirm or deny my suspicions about Potter's ancestry. But one thing was made unmistakably clear-she holds the potential to alter the course of history itself."
Draco's eyes widened, lips parting in stunned disbelief. Snape lowered his head into his hands, bracing himself for the weight of what had now been spoken aloud. In the still, suffocating quiet that followed, he could only hope that Lyra Noelle Potter possessed both the mercy and the restraint needed to keep the Wizarding World-already guilty of failing her-from unraveling entirely.