Fire. Such a horrible and wonderful thing. It can destroy those with curiousness. Lyra Silvers could be described as the fire of Hogwarts. The Gryffindor princess was much more than her exterior, and was much more than the smart girl, acing every quiz, playing Quidditch, and being an outstanding friend. She had a secret, a curse, but nobody would dare to explore fire. Ice. It can freeze those who dare to provoke it. Draco Malfoy was ice inside and out. Or so we were told. When fire and ice united, when Lyra had to tutor Draco, the to-be Death Eater in Potions, for dark motives related to the one and only Dark Lord, what would be the reaction? Chaos, war, or something unimaginable, love?
"I'll set fire to this world and it will burn to ashes before I let a single flame touch her. I'd do anything to ensure your survival." he said. I smiled as I was once again underestimated. "I don't need you to ensure my survival. I survive because the fire inside me burns brighter then any fire you or anyone else could set." I replied.