I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE HARRY POTTER CHARACTERS THEY BELONG TO J.K ROWLING.
Hermione sat in her cosy living room staring into the flames contemplating about revealing everything about the War when she heard movement behind her. Hermione looked up and smiled as a pair of chocolate brown eye that was full of knowledge stared back to her own matching ones. She had lovely long eyelashes and long curly honey coloured hair, although hers wasn't as bushy as hers was at eleven she smiled at her ''Hey Ly you ok?''
Lyra who was eleven and who was just about to head off to Hogwarts looked at her Mum with a gentle smile. She loved her Mum, she was proud of her, she looked up to her she heard parts of her life and she had to admit how brave her mother was. She just hoped she would be as brilliant as her mother when she was growing up. She understood about her Mother and Uncle's being famous as they were known and still known as the Golden Trio. ''Yea I'm fine. You know it won't be long and I will be back for the holidays and I am sure Uncle Harry, Ron and Aunt Gin will keep you company not forgetting Lilly''
Hermione smiled at her daughter ''Sweetheart you can't lie to me what are you concerned about. You bite you're bottom lip like I do remember?''
Lyra smirked at her mother ''Know-it-all''
Hermione smiled ''Right back at you now tell me''
''Ok well first I am worried about what house I will be placed in. I just don't' want to let anyone down most of all you. What if I am put in Slytherin?''
Hermione looked thoughtful ''Lyra Rose Granger you are smart, loving, caring, loyal, understanding, non judgmental, sneaky, cunning, devious and brave. You have every trait that belongs to each house.'' she smiled ''You have so much love and so much of a caring nature that could blow any Hufflepuff out of the water. You are brave and loyal to those who deserve it. You don't' judge people by what you hear all that would make a Gryffindor jealous. Then you have the brains, logic, you like to learn. And I think you are probably smarter than any Ravenclaw. You are cunning, sneaky and you look out for yourself and you're family. You are quite sneaky I should know and you would do what you need to survive. You may be loving and caring, but if anyone was to mess or hurt you're family, friends or who you consider worthy, then you will fight and stop at nothing to get you're own way.''
''What are you getting at so I have all the traits...'''
Hermione held her hand up ''My point is that any house would be lucky to have you and I will be proud of you no matter where the hat puts you. Don't' think about it, just go with the flow just because you're in the opposite house doesn't mean you can't make friends from other houses. The war is over that is what me and you're Uncles and many other people fought and died for.'' she gave her daughter an encouraging look ''Now what was you're second question?''
Lyra sat there and listened to her mother talk her mother always knew what to say and she was so clever she understood why her Uncles used to rely on her so much and still do. Because she was just brilliant when her mother finished explaining she threw her arms around her mother in a strong embrace ''Thank you Mum I was so worried about disappointing you''
Hermione hugged her daughter back she wouldn't' admit it but she was more nervous than she had ever been she just hoped things changed and she wouldn't' get picked on for having no father and for being a half-blood she hoped that things had changed ''It's ok I would be proud of you anyway although I wouldn't mind if you wasn't a Hufflepuff''
Lyra pulled back and laughed ''Oh Mum I know I would like any other than that one.''
''Ok stop avoiding the question and ask me''
Lyra fidgeted in her seat she knew her mother didn't talk about the War much well not details but she wanted to know the story behind the scars ''Well I was wondering if you could tell the story behind you're scars and what happened exactly during the War I know the adventures you went on and most of it but you never really explained everything.''
Hermione flinched it was a habit if anyone talked about her scars but she knew she would have to tell her daughter some time and she wanted her to be prepared no matter what. She was after all the Daughter of Hermione Granger and God daughter of Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy. She would be questioned and possibly teased due to being the god daughter of a Malfoy even if said people had turned out to be good after all ''Ok you may want to get comfortable. Know that it will be hard to talk about this, but I wanted to tell you before you headed off to Hogwarts. I know you know all about Death Eaters and I have no doubt you will be teased about you're uncle Draco and Lucius''
Lyra nodded, she knew she would be popular and instantly asked about her mother and uncles she knew how it would work they would ask about her Uncle Draco, Lucius and the potions Master Severus Snape who she had met often enough to know she will be bombarded with questions. ''Ok.''
Hermione closed her eyes for a moment before looking at her daughter she pulled her t-shirt off and pointed to the scar that went from her right armpit through the valley of her breasts, across her abdomen and straight to her right hip it was pink and jagged. ''This one'' she said, pointing to it ''I got when I was in my Fifth year in school. Things were dark Voldomort was gathering his Death Eaters and the DADA Professor at the time was evil she hated Muggle Born's, half-breed's and Half-bloods. All she cared about was Pure-Blood. As you know uncle Harry was a Horcrux, he wasn't supposed to be one it just happened when Voldomort killed Lilly and James Potter.''
''It was because of his mothers love and sacrifice that protected him, right?''
''Yes well because of that he had a link to Voldomort himself we did not learn this until fifth year when he would do anything you're Uncle Harry would see. That is how he saved Arthur from his pet snake Nagini. Not long after Harry had a vision that Voldomort had Harry's Godfather Sirius and was torturing him. I told him it was possibly a trick he never did learn Occlumancy properly. And he was certain so I went with him I wasn't about to let him go alone that's when things happened. Voldomort wanted the Prophesy so sent his Death Eaters to attack us. Lucius was there, however he was a spy, although we didn't discover it until after the fifth year. He never did attack us he just shot threats at us not like the others.''
She closed her eyes ''That's when the Order of the Phoenix arrived and a huge battle broke out. I was protecting you're Uncle Harry when a Death Eater known as Dolohov shot a curse at me, I still do not know what the name of the curse was to this day only that it was very dark magic and almost killed me and would have If Severus hadn't have helped. He brewed me potions that I had to take for a month while I was in hospital. He also did his best to close up the scar, but I would always be scarred you're Uncle Harry felt so bad and blamed himself for my injury and he still does, however he learnt to put it out of his mind.''
Lyra looked totally shocked as she looked at her mothers scar. She had never seen it fully only caught a glimpse of it now and again. She reached out and touched it the scar felt rough when it should have been smooth ''What about the one on you're arm?''
Hermione smiled weakly at her daughter and cancelled her glamour, charm so she could see the words, although it wasn't red and raw looking you could still see the wording as clear as day she watched as her daughter run her fingers across it.
Lyra felt tears well up in her eyes as she looked at her mother's arm And saw the word Mudblood ''How?''
''This was from when I, Uncle Harry and Uncle Ron got captured. We were on the run from Hogwarts we had skipped our seventh year after Albus Dumbledore had died. We needed to find Voldomort's remaining Horcrux. We lived in the wilderness camping in lots of forests whilst searching and trying to stay alive when we found that Voldomort had set a spell to make someone who says his name become a taboo word. It would show the Death Eater's or in our case the snatchers where the person who dared speak his name would be found. Things got on top of us, we were affected by the Horcrux, it affected you're soul and would make you think things, poison you're mind against each other. Harry was upset, tired and struggling with Voldomort sending him visions and constantly calling meetings, he said the name and we were chased eventually we were captured I sent a stinging hex at him so he wouldn't be recognised as we were taken to Malfoy Manor''
''Wait that's Uncle Draco's and Lucius's home. Why would you have been taken there? and why would you have been hurt?''
''Well we were taken there because Voldomort had been living there he made it his headquarters he tortured Lucius many times and Draco. They couldn't' do anything to help us as they would be found to be a traitor and killed and we needed them so we could know what he had planned.''
Hermione watched as her daughter nodded before continuing ''Well Lucius's Sister in law Bellatrix Lastrange, Uncle Draco's aunt was insane she had lost it after being sent to Azkaban in the First War. She was deranged and loved Voldomort she was sadistic and one of his best Death Eaters for she was blood thirsty, like to torture and had a strong Curio she had after all tortured my friend's parents until they lost their mind.''
She took in a deep breath this was the hardest of them all ''Well Draco was told to tell her if it was indeed me, Ron and Harry he lied point blank saying he wasn't sure due to his face. She chucked them into the cells and decided to put me in my place hoping I would tell her information about Harry. She knew me and Ron were his friends and since I was the best at Occlumancy I knew she wouldn't' be able to access my mind. She held me under the Crutiatious for on and off for a whole hour and in-between it, she would question me when I refused to speak, she used a dagger on my arm and carved the words Mudblood as a gift and a reminder of who I was. She broke three ribs, two fingers my ankle and arm. I had cuts and bruises all over my face I was lucky to have survived, she was about to give me to the other Death Eaters and call Voldomort when Dobby appeared. Once free Harry and Ron grabbed me and we were taken to shell cottage where Fleur and Bill healed me the best he could. Uncle Draco and Lucius were terrified that night I saw the pain they went through watching it killed them. A couple of times I thought they were going to do something stupid more so you're uncle Draco, but I shook my head to tell them to stay put.''
Lyra had tears flowing down her cheeks now ''D...Does it hu...hurt?''
Hermione wiped her daughters tears ''No darling the memory hurts but the scar does not. They are a sign of what I went through and a sign that I survived against the odds. Many of us got scars you have seen you're Uncle Harry's and Uncle Draco's before.'' she took her daughter hands.
Lyra looked into her mothers eyes ''is that why you wanted to prepare me because people still think Uncle Draco to be a Death Eater and evil?''
''Yes it is the same for Severus and yet he is the bravest man I know. He saved us many times and you know that his teaching persona is different to who he truly Is. Severus is a hero, but people still remember his title of being a Death Eater and refuse to see what's in front of them. They ignore that the fact Lucius and you're Uncle Draco was cleared in front of the Wizard Garment and proven innocent. Unfortunately there are still people who believe in Pure-Blood superiority, it is what they were brought up with all their lives they find Its hard to change and accept that we are all the same and that we all bleed the same colour. Some don't' want to change, but you just have to rise above it and hold you're head up high you will be pestered as will James and Hugo. You have famous parents you are my daughter and Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy's God daughter you lot are the War Veterans and hero's children people will treat you differently, but just ignore it you are you're own person.''
''Is that why you have the limp and why you're body aches often? Is it the after effects of the Crutiatious curse?''
''Yes darling that and one too many dark spells and hexes'' she chuckled ''Don't worry though. I am fine, so have this made you understand better and satisfied you're curiosity?'' she smirked at her daughter she loved to read just like her and liked her own piece she followed the rules, but she also liked to prank even if she is mature and older than her age
Lyra laughed ''Yes Mum thank you.''
''Good now off to bed with you we got to be up early tomorrow to head to you're Uncle Harry's so we can head to Platform Nine and three quarters.''
Lyra hugged her mother and kissed her Goodnight before she headed for her bed. She would make her mother proud her mother was brave and so was she. Look out anyone who takes it upon themselves to insult Lyra Granger's mother they won't know what hit them.
Hermione watched Lyra head up to her room, she herd the bedroom door shut and let out a breath she hadn't known she had been holding as she placed her head in her hands. Talking about the past had drained her physically and emotionally, but it was important that she knew at least she would be prepared she had put her top on straight away when she heard her fire flare to life she looked up ''I suppose you will want a cup of tea?''
Who has come to irritate Hermione? In the next chapter, we will see Lyra being sorted and getting settled in as well as some drama.