So, you all may or may not know me, but I most certainly don't know many of you. I'm Destiny, aka 'Dest', what my best-friends-for-life like to call me. Introductions aside, onto the tale, which takes place in... about book six.

Lyra yawned, then glanced down at her pet lizard, Geode, as she jumped on her lap. "G'mornin'." she drawled out in a dead-tired voice, stark-black hair a frazzled mess. Geode purred, rubbing her neck along Lyra's hand. "You hungry, huh? C'mon then..." Lyra stood up, got a chunk of raw meat, and tossed it to Geode, who went to town on the poor thing. She glanced out her window, and muttered a single word.

"Hogwarts."

Instantly, her heart stopped for about three seconds.

When Arya, her sister, came into the room to check on her and see if she was awake, she found a half-eaten chunk of meat, an empty birdlike cage, and no one there. With a slow turn, she looked at the same window and muttured a different name.

She vanished as well.

Sirius backed towards the wall, hands raised, as the opposing woman pressed in with her madded smile and wand. She began to speak when she got cut off.

"Avad-"

A white blur, or a very angry Neon, had struck her chest and sent her to the floor. She was tapping her foot, glowing, and literally playing 'Armageddon It' at the same time. With a surprising amount of force, she suddenly smacked a quite-brave Death Eater across the face with her famous guitar.

There was a dent in the wall where he'd hit.

The rest got the hint and scrambled off, screaming all sorts of curses to try and keep Neon from following them. With a scoff and a blast, the wall they'd attempted to make shattered instantly. She gave chase, and managed to prevent them from doing something stupid like try doubling back. Little did Sirius know, she'd done more than just that...

About a year later, when the Death Eaters attack in book six...

Draco's face was one of sheer confusion as a rainbow-colored blast struck the Dark Mark in the sky and it vanished. Snape came up the stairs a few seconds later, and skidded to a stop as he saw Neon in a casual lying-down pose, floating midair.

"Hello, Snape, so kind of you to join us..." She said as if she were talking to an old friend with a casual smile. Dumbledore had immediately went to his room upon return, and Harry was under his cloak.

"What do you mean?" He asked in a cold voice.

"Say hello to Tom." She replied, watching as Tom Riddle strode forward.

"He took a life of his own on after the book was destroyed... and decided evil wasn't the right path." She said with a winning grin as she saw the disbelief on Snape's face.

"Wow, not even Padfoot warned me your face could turn that lively at times." She continued on, treating Snape like an inferior. His face contorted with rage, he attempted to curse her.

"Avada Kedavera!"

She watched it simply go flying into the sky as her ankle's tattoo, a bouncing sound wave, started playing along to the song she started. (You Give Love a Bad Name)

"I'll never get used to her doing that." Tom grumbled as he watched her.

Draco looked over at a woman and promptly fell over. Lyra, with a simple trick, had appeared not three inches from his head and hovered upside down, resulting in the best jumpscare that she'd ever pulled off, considering Draco actually looked like a ghost now. He and Snape both collapsed with sudden flaring pain in their forearms. Snape rolled up his sleeve, revealing the Dark Mark burning into a different shape, the same happening to Draco's mark.

The shape stopped twisting, and they both saw that it was a dragon, slightly different for each individual. Lyra's forearm was exposed, revealing one who had a fire-like shape and three horns.

"Welcome to the Dragonclaw Guild."