I DO NOT OWN ANY CHARACTERS CREATED BY J.K ROWLING IN THIS STORY. ONLY THE ORIGINAL CHARACTERS MADE UP FOR THE BENEFIT OF THE STORY.
Lyra Black. Carrying the name Black held responsibility and to say the least it was hard. I had to live up to certain expectations and do certain things to keep the Black status respected. With black hair, eyes that held no exciting colour and a quite attractive figure I looked l like the average person you'd expect to be a Black. My father, Taurus Black, was not the type of manly figure that most girls my age had to bring them up. He often beat me and my mother, Hydra Black, was no better than her husband.
I always tried to do my best to be an honourable Black but it wasn't possible with my parents expectations. I was about to leave the Black Manner to go and attend my sixth year of Hogwarts. Of cause I was put in Slytherin, as every other well regarded Black had been before me.
Gathering extra flop powder into the small pouch, just in case I would need it at school, I ran to say goodbye to my parents.
Instead of getting the classic "we'll miss you sweetie" talk I usually got I had both my parents stare intently at me as I walked into the room.
'Sit down.' My fathers forceful tone scared me into sitting on the old patterned couch in the family room. My lips went dry and my fingers stroked the scratchy surface of the strange patterns.
'I've heard that you've been talking to Harry Potter's friend. Thats unacceptable. I don't want to even look at him again.' I stood up trying to match my father. My own flesh and blood.
'He's a friend, nothing more, nothing less.' A hand was raised and came crashing to collide with my cheek.
'I said you don't talk to him so you don't! He's nothing but a filthy muggle raised boy and thats the end of it!' His face was inches from my own, his hot breath against my stinging cheek. I tried yet again to stand my ground but again it was a bad idea. Throwing floo powder into the raging fire place he almost screamed, 'King's Cross Station!' In a blur I was pushed into the striking green flames and suddenly appeared in front of the train labelled Hogwarts Express.
I was lucky to have shrunken my suitcase into my pocket and had already sent my owl off to the castle. I checked to see if my ring was still on my finger and sure enough it was there, clear as day. The sliver snake twined around my third finger of my right hand, the green emerald eyes catching the yellow light. My mother had bought it for me when I got placed in Slytherin as a sign of who I was and the way of the Black family line.
Shaking some ash off my robes I stepped out of the dying fire and into the busy crowd boarding the train. I had done this at least five times before so I neatly cut through the sea of people to my favoured cabin. The one that was just on the edge of where most Slytherin's stayed but right next to the Gryffindor's. Seamus and I were great friends and the past half a year had grown close. We send owls to each other every week of the holidays and decided to sit together on the train ride in, and also to bring a couple of galleons to buy sweets with.
Keeping my case in my pocket I slipped into the cabin which had soft red seats just waiting for me to sink into. I watched out the window as parents fussed over their kids. Making sure they had their pets, clothes, wands, books and everything they would need for the long stay at the most amazing school around.
A few minutes passed as people started to fill up the train and I hadn't even noticed Seamus open the door to our little area.
'Hi Lyra. Ready for the ride?' I turned and flashed a grin at the blue eyed boy who stood in front of me. He smiled back at me, dimples making his face even more inviting. I threw my arms around him and buried my face in the crook of his shoulder.
'Have you gotten taller?' I pulled away from him and sat back down finally being able to relax. He sat down in the seats across from me and loosened his tie.
'Thank you. About time someone noticed.' I couldn't stop grinning. My lips were stretched from ear to ear as I was told all about how his mother taught him new spells and the trips to Diagon Alley. Hearing about all the fun Seamus had with his family only made me think of what I had done during the school break. My father had locked me in my room most of the day so I read books and sent messages to my friends by owl. When my door was allowed open I could go outside and lie in the grass but never wonder off the Black property and every other day I would be hit or yelled at by either of my parents.
My thoughts were interrupted when a little old lady pushed a cart full of sweets past the fogged glass doors. Before I would even lift myself off the plush seat Seamus was up and buying Berite Bott's Every Flavour Beans.
'You know I took a few Galleons from dad to buy sweets, right?' Seamus seated himself next to me and opened the box of beans.
'This is my treat. When we go to Honeydukes you can buy us something.' He winked at me and took a jelly without looking and popped it into his eager mouth. Almost instantly it was spewed back out from between his lips and onto the ground.
'Who the hell thought it was alright to make a dog flavoured lolly?'