A/N: This story is a way for me to flex my writing muscles. As of right now, there is no real plot, just little snippets of Lyra and Sirius. Some parts may not be consistent with the book, as it was inappropriate for me to take these parts word-for-word and just insert Lyra into them. Bear with me - when I get enough written and learn how to take the jumbled ideas in my brain and connect them to create a logical sequence, I promise I will post a true story. I would love any and all constructive criticism. Thank you.
I do not own Harry Potter.
Lyra climbed laboriously onto the glorious red vehicle, lugging her trunk behind her. She knew no one, and was not inclined to start up a conversation with someone and make friends. Soon, the train began to move. Lyra, now panicking, walked down the corridor, looking into compartments, hoping to find an empty one where she could curl up with her book and be alone. No such luck. All seemed to be full.
Except one. A shaggy-haired boy sat in a compartment alone, staring intently at his wand as he twirled it between his fingers. Lyra took a deep breath and walked in.
"Hi," she said slowly. "Do you mind if I si-"
"Leave," the boy said curtly, not bothering to look up.
Lyra's eyes went wide. "What?" she asked quietly, shocked that one could be so rude.
The boy looked up lazily. For a moment, Lyra found herself lost in his intense grey eyes. Too old, too mature for one so young. He stared at her for a moment, perhaps wondering if she was mentally incapable, then repeated, "This compartment's taken, so leave."
Lyra continued to stand before him, her mouth slightly open and her eyes filling with tears. This, she thought, is exactly why I don't talk to people. Slowly, she reached down and struggled with her trunk, and attempted to shuffle out of the compartment when an angry, red-headed girl stormed in.
"Where's your stupid friend?" she thundered.
The boy rolled his eyes and shrugged. He looked so utterly bored.
"You tell him that he's a complete arse! Give Sev's book back or else!"
"I don't have your greasy friend's book."
The fiery girl gave a loud huff of disgust and aggravation. She flung her hair back and turned to leave, and in doing so, saw Lyra standing there stunned.
"Oh, hello," she said kindly, all traces of her anger gone. Her eyes traveled to the large trunk in Lyra's hands. "Leaving? Smart choice." She glared at the boy, who had gone back to examining his wand.
Lyra nodded shyly, looking down. "Yeah," she said quietly. "Though I've got absolutely nowhere to sit," she mumbled afterwards.
The other girl managed to catch this, and said brightly, "Oh, come with me! Sev and I've got plenty of room in our compartment. I'm Lily, by the way. Lily Evans. What's your name?" She held out her hand.
Lyra took it slowly, noticing that the black-haired boy had looked up at hearing the girl's question. "I'm Lyra," she said with a small smile.