Prologue
Lyra Silvertongue woke up in her warm bed. It had been a long time since she had left Will Parry and his subtle knife behind. They had agreed to visit the gardens of their respective Oxfords on Midsummer's Eve every year. That was 3 years ago. At 18 years old, she deserved more contact with her lover. What she didn't know was that everything was about to change.
Meanwhile, Harry James Potter was comfortably asleep in is bed for the first time in 5 months. Voldemort had been destroyed, and he could finally go back to school to see his friends. He grunted in his sleep. Aunt Petunia poked her head in and smiled. Ever since Voldemort had been destroyed, she had taken on a better role in Harry's life as acting mother.
Short Prologue I know….i had writers block just as we passed the border ad that's about when I finished this chapter
R&R please. And if anyone can spot the one thing that will never happen in the second paragraph (other than the fact that Lyra will never fall through a portal into your bedroom) I will give you a basket filled with a wide variety of desserts.
