Whisperings of a Veela

"There are rumors swirling around her lineage,"

Severus began cautiously while tracing patterns upon aged parchment laid carelessly atop the table cluttered haphazardly beside them-the remnants left behind from countless nights spent poring over tomes rich in arcane knowledge lost amid modernity's clamor echoing hollow promises unfulfilled thus far.

"Some speak about her heritage being tied not merely to wizardry but also entwined deeply within ancient bloodlines..." He further continued, his gaze now cast toward his Godson; Draco Malfoy.

"When I spoke to the Goblins, they neither confirmed nor denied, that Lyra Potter could be our salvation or our doom." Severus finally admitted, and Severus Snape could only hope that young Lyra Potter would have enough forgiveness in her heart to not doom the whole of the Wizarding World.