*
"No!" Lyra shouted as she landed on the ground. "We have to go back, we have to help them. They're only muggles. They can't protect themselves."
Tonks held onto Lyra's shoulders. "You can't, besides Remus is handling it." She said. "We have to get inside before someone sees us."
Lyra stopped, watching her walk towards a bunch of houses before she noticed that the 12 between the eleven and thirteen wasn't there. Tonks brought out notebook from her jacket, turning it to a certain page and mentally smacking herself for not doing it before. "Think of this."
The headquartersof the Order of the Phoenix is based in 12 Grimmuld Place, London.
"What's--?" she began before Tonks hit her with the book. "Hey!" Lyra said instinctively, rubbing her arm.
"Don't say it!" She chastised, pointing back at it. "Think of it."
Lyra looked at the paper carefully before there was a slow scratching noise. She glanced to the gap between the house as it started to grow, a house coming out by the end of it. The teenager had an impressed smile on her face as she watched it. It was a whole house. A house hidden. "I love magic." she shone brightly before looking to Tonks.
Tonks smiled knowingly before taking her arm, nodding graciously to a muggle who had passed them. They walked up the steps carefully, Tonks leading the way before opening the door for Lyra who walked in.
Lyra felt a whole horror movie vibe from the old house and even the entrance. She half-expected a man to come at her with a knife like in the movie Scream.
As soon as the door opened, she strode slowly down the dark hallway. She glanced to Tonks who walked straight past and towards the sounds of shouting coming from a room. Lyra followed before recognising the people who replied, "FRED! GEORGE!" a woman shrieked as Lyra stepped inside, warm light suddenly envoloping her.
The door shut hard behind them, the twins turning towards the girl. "LYRA!" they shouted when they saw her.
"Fred, George." She greeted, her entire face lighting up. Fred walked over and hugged her tightly as George followed. "Hey! I've missed you two!" she told them.
Fred then pulled away, pushing George's shoulder lightly, "Yeah, all summer and not a word, how dare you, George?!" he told her and Lyra chuckled back.
"I hope you accept our graceful apologies, madam--" George added as Lyra smiled cheekily at him, his arm still latched around Lyra.
"Get to bed, now." the same woman's voice told them sternly as she caught sight of Lyra. The boys did as they were told, waving to Lyra before they left the kitchen. She walked forwards, smiling warmly. "Lyra, dear, how are you?" she spoke warmly.
Lyra didn't know who the hell this woman was.
"I'm great, thanks." She smiled back politely.
The orange-haired woman frowned slightly as Lyra's awkwardness. "You probably don't know who I am. I'm Molly Weasley."
"Nice to meet you, I guess you already know who I am so... no need for introductions?" she suggested and Molly smiled back.
Tonks looked up, freeing Lyra from the awkward conversation she was having. "Is the order ready?"
Molly Weasley nodded before she was lead into a dining room. Everyone was surrounding a long table that was spread down the middle and all stared at Lyra as she walked in.
Molly Weasley joined another ginger-haired man who was sitting at the end as she looked at the people. A person she recognised to be Sirius Black, her grandmother, her brother, Snape and a bunch of people she didn't know.
She glanced curiously towards them before shaking her head when she saw Sirius. "I don't understand," she spoke rapidly. "I really don't understand anymore-"
"Lyra, Lyra." Dylan James spoke, walking to his sister, knowing she was freaking out. "Ly, you're alright?" he asked and she nodded, "Okay? You're safe. The Order of the Phoenix isn't going to hurt you."
"No, I'm not safe and stop speaking to me like a baby." She spoke, pulling her sleeves up to the tip of her fingers as she ran a hand through her hair. "Our aunt just got attacked by death eaters, I feel like puking and I have Sirius Bloody Black right in front of me--" she pointed at him as he chuckled as if amused, pulling a drink to his lips.
"Our aunt--" Dylan began about to repeat what she just said before turning to Tonks. "what?"
Tonks spoke up. "It's alright, Remus is helping her."
Dylan quickly kissed his sister's cheek before he jumped the dining table and out the door where he disappeared as Lyra back to Sirius Black. "I know you didn't do it." Lyra spoke quietly. "I know you didn't betray the Potter's."
Sirius smiled warmly back at her. "It's nice to have a first impression on someone that isn't 'die, traitor, die'." He joked, Lyra laughed back.
Lyra then waved at everyone who was staring at her with a sweet smile, "I'm Lyra James..." she told them, "Hi?"
"Hey!"
"Hello!"
"Hi, Lyra."
She heard it from nearly everyone before looking to Dumbledore with her head tilted to the side, a sweet smile on her lips.
Dumbledore stood up, a semi-proud smile on his face. "Lyra. Why don't you sit down and we can explain everything?" he asked.
Lyra sat down at Dumbledore's request, in the place that Dylan had occupied before and Tonks sat beside her, Lyra giving her a quick smile before listening. "You are here because your life is in danger," Dumbledore spoke. He paused dramatically, seemingly to let the news sit in. Lyra raised her eyebrows and let her face drop to let him proceed.
"I figured that much out for myself, funnily enough." She spoke back before sitting back in the chair she was in. "You-Know-Who wants the seer who unknowingly helped him thirteen years ago but I don't want to be apart of a war, Professor. I can barely control my own life, I don't need it to be thrown in a different direction altogether."
"I'm afraid you don't have a choice, Miss James, and neither do we." Dumbledore replied, looking around the room at them. "Destroying Lord Voldemort is bigger than all of us. If you please, I can bring your brother back and he can take you back to your aunt's house and you can have no part in this but if you truly want your dreams to stop being so negative, if you want him finally defeated than you know the choice you need to make."
"I've been dreaming about him since the start of last year. I've dreamed of mystery doors that I could never enter and of deaths that I could never stop--" Lyra broke off, putting her head in her hands before realising she was still in her pyjamas. The whole room was silent as she spoke. "If what you're saying is true, if he's really back then why has he waited this much to come for me? Why had you all waited this long? It's been at least a month since Diggory died, since the last day, why now? Why today?"
"Because your brother refused to let you help us." Sirius spoke out to her as the girl clenched her jaw. She put a reminder in her mind to talk to him about his clinginess the next time she saw him, or maybe she'd just send a howler. "and today, your aunt sent word you saw a figure and we figured it's better safe than sorry, whether Dylan likes it or not."
A ginger-haired man spoke next, Lyra knowing he was Ronald Weasley's dad. "Lyra, can you tell us what the figure looked like?" The seer looked down, trying to remember before shaking her head. "Or maybe you can show us? Professor McGonagall did say you were working on it."
Lyra raised her eyebrows uncertainly. "I can try but who--" Dumbledore glanced to Sirius who stepped forwards. Lyra closed her eyes, reaching for his palm and squeezing her hand shut in his. Sirius looked down at the girl curiously before an image appeared in his mind of a hooded figure standing in a street watching Lyra. "Did it work?" She asked him a few minutes later as she took her hand away.
Sirius had tears in his eyes, watching Adam and Marie's daughter with a small smile. "Yes, it did." He told her before snapping back to reality. "It looks like Dolohov or Rowle--"
"Know your death eaters, Black?" Snape told him.
"Shut up, Snape." Sirius told him without even lifting his head from Lyra. He fell to his knees in front of the girl, trying to get down to her level. "Are you going to help us, Lyra?"
Lyra had a choice but didn't at the same time. She wanted to think of the greater good but what has the greater good ever done to her except call her a freak when she woke up at night screaming.
Lyra looked around at the group of adults despite it being hard for her.
Dumbledore was still waiting for an answer, staring at her. She needed time... but there didn't seem to be any so she did the first thing that she thought of doing.
"What do you need me to do, Dumbledore?"
*
Oooh snap, things are starting to get serious.
Okay, so the next chapter is more eventful I promise.
-lou