Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or any of the characters. They
all belong to J.K. Rowling and I'd like to thank her for giving me
inspiration for this story.
Lyre looked down at Hermoine's body and considered his options. He could save his sister but then he might not be able to come back if she did. He would also have to find someone to watch over his body. Lyre sighed once again and began to dress and redress the wounds that Hermoine was receiving every second she was in the other realm. He wondered where the hell she was and what she was doing getting hurt at a time when she was only supposed to be finding that damned Harry Potter.
Lyre sighed for what seemed like the millionth time since Hermoine had let her spirit enter the other realm and he stared down at her until he heard a distant noise. He leapt up onto his feet and drew his sword, which was already glowing the same grayish-purple of his eyes. He quickly kicked some leaves over his sister's body to disguise her from anyone who would wish to harm her. He climbed up a tree as nimbly as if he were born doing it and began his wait.
His patience was soon rewarded as he looked down at the ground to see someone in a green hood rushing towards his sister. If that person kept going the way they were headed they would trip right over her and probably crush her on the way down. He waited again until they were directly beneath him and then flung himself out of the tree and on top of this hooded figure. He crashed into her rapidly and with the help of gravity they both landed on the ground with him on top of her. When he opened his eyes he found himself face to face with a pair of breasts beneath her cloak. "A woman?" He thought "Why is she out here? There is hardly anything to interest her." His heart skipped a beat. "Unless she's after Hermoine! She's working for Voldemort! How did this evil bitch find us?!"
In a split second he made his decision and he plunged his sword down into her chest, but he fount that he'd only managed to trap his sword in the ground she had previously occupied. She'd rolled out from under him and now she was standing up. He tugged and tugged at his sword as he stood as well. He finally felt it pulling free when he saw a movement in the corner of his eye. She had pulled from the folds of her robe... a stick? Inside Lyre was amused and afraid. She had either made a huge mistake or was even stupider than he had thought. He chuckled quietly and turned back to his task.
He reached down once more to pull his sword from the ground, grabbed a hold of it and turned to see a bright flash in his eyes, coming from her stick. She was muttering words in a language that Lyre couldn't understand. Not that he understood anything normally but this was particularly weird. The only thing he could be sure of was that it wasn't English and that wasn't a stick. "It's a wand!" He thought. "How stupid can I be not to protect myself?"
Lyre went to move his hand to shield his eyes from the blinding light, then discovered he just couldn't. He tried moving his head but as the light faded, he was still staring in the same direction.
"Aww." Said the stranger. "The sword in the stone. Maybe I should remove it... but then the stone would just... crumble." She had a devilish look in her eyes as she pulled back her hood, which were revealed to be as green as her cloak. "And that would be such a sha-" She stopped and began to laugh evilly. She swished her wand in his direction, still laughing so hard he thought she'd pop her gut. He could suddenly see a bird squatting on his head ready to poop on him at any second. He also discovered he could speak again...
"SHOO! GET OFF OF ME!" He screamed. But the bird didn't move. "Bad day. Bad day. Bad day." He sighed. "Who are you? What do you want with me? What're you doing here?"
"Who I am is none of your business. I don't want anything to do with you, you attacked me. And as for what I'm doing here, well I decided to explore, I've always had an adventurous side. Now are you going to be a good boy and let me be on my way?"
"Yes of course. I'm sorry I asked you that I... was just curious. " Lyre just kept taking in her features while she spoke more words to set him free. She was relatively beautiful, now that he had time to look at her. Her eyes complemented her hair which was bright blond with a tint of red in it. Her body was shapely in a way that he had to stare at it. In a way that any man would have to stare at it. He looked away at a stump to distract himself.
He realized, as he turned his formerly stationary head, that he was finally free of his stone cage and he flexed his arms, and went to pull his sword out but she raised her wand again. "Please." He said. "I'm not going to hurt you I was only protecting my sister I thought you were a threat to her. All I'm interested in now is knowing your name and getting my sword sheathed again." He let go of his sword and held out his hand in a sign of his peaceful intentions. She lowered her arm.
"I'm sorry I'm... not really quick to trust." She watched him carefully as he proceeded to put his sword away. "I'm not sure I should tell you my name. Who are you anyway?"
"I'm Lyre Alistor Thoman-Granger. Will you tell me your name now?"
"It's..."
Lyre looked down at Hermoine's body and considered his options. He could save his sister but then he might not be able to come back if she did. He would also have to find someone to watch over his body. Lyre sighed once again and began to dress and redress the wounds that Hermoine was receiving every second she was in the other realm. He wondered where the hell she was and what she was doing getting hurt at a time when she was only supposed to be finding that damned Harry Potter.
Lyre sighed for what seemed like the millionth time since Hermoine had let her spirit enter the other realm and he stared down at her until he heard a distant noise. He leapt up onto his feet and drew his sword, which was already glowing the same grayish-purple of his eyes. He quickly kicked some leaves over his sister's body to disguise her from anyone who would wish to harm her. He climbed up a tree as nimbly as if he were born doing it and began his wait.
His patience was soon rewarded as he looked down at the ground to see someone in a green hood rushing towards his sister. If that person kept going the way they were headed they would trip right over her and probably crush her on the way down. He waited again until they were directly beneath him and then flung himself out of the tree and on top of this hooded figure. He crashed into her rapidly and with the help of gravity they both landed on the ground with him on top of her. When he opened his eyes he found himself face to face with a pair of breasts beneath her cloak. "A woman?" He thought "Why is she out here? There is hardly anything to interest her." His heart skipped a beat. "Unless she's after Hermoine! She's working for Voldemort! How did this evil bitch find us?!"
In a split second he made his decision and he plunged his sword down into her chest, but he fount that he'd only managed to trap his sword in the ground she had previously occupied. She'd rolled out from under him and now she was standing up. He tugged and tugged at his sword as he stood as well. He finally felt it pulling free when he saw a movement in the corner of his eye. She had pulled from the folds of her robe... a stick? Inside Lyre was amused and afraid. She had either made a huge mistake or was even stupider than he had thought. He chuckled quietly and turned back to his task.
He reached down once more to pull his sword from the ground, grabbed a hold of it and turned to see a bright flash in his eyes, coming from her stick. She was muttering words in a language that Lyre couldn't understand. Not that he understood anything normally but this was particularly weird. The only thing he could be sure of was that it wasn't English and that wasn't a stick. "It's a wand!" He thought. "How stupid can I be not to protect myself?"
Lyre went to move his hand to shield his eyes from the blinding light, then discovered he just couldn't. He tried moving his head but as the light faded, he was still staring in the same direction.
"Aww." Said the stranger. "The sword in the stone. Maybe I should remove it... but then the stone would just... crumble." She had a devilish look in her eyes as she pulled back her hood, which were revealed to be as green as her cloak. "And that would be such a sha-" She stopped and began to laugh evilly. She swished her wand in his direction, still laughing so hard he thought she'd pop her gut. He could suddenly see a bird squatting on his head ready to poop on him at any second. He also discovered he could speak again...
"SHOO! GET OFF OF ME!" He screamed. But the bird didn't move. "Bad day. Bad day. Bad day." He sighed. "Who are you? What do you want with me? What're you doing here?"
"Who I am is none of your business. I don't want anything to do with you, you attacked me. And as for what I'm doing here, well I decided to explore, I've always had an adventurous side. Now are you going to be a good boy and let me be on my way?"
"Yes of course. I'm sorry I asked you that I... was just curious. " Lyre just kept taking in her features while she spoke more words to set him free. She was relatively beautiful, now that he had time to look at her. Her eyes complemented her hair which was bright blond with a tint of red in it. Her body was shapely in a way that he had to stare at it. In a way that any man would have to stare at it. He looked away at a stump to distract himself.
He realized, as he turned his formerly stationary head, that he was finally free of his stone cage and he flexed his arms, and went to pull his sword out but she raised her wand again. "Please." He said. "I'm not going to hurt you I was only protecting my sister I thought you were a threat to her. All I'm interested in now is knowing your name and getting my sword sheathed again." He let go of his sword and held out his hand in a sign of his peaceful intentions. She lowered her arm.
"I'm sorry I'm... not really quick to trust." She watched him carefully as he proceeded to put his sword away. "I'm not sure I should tell you my name. Who are you anyway?"
"I'm Lyre Alistor Thoman-Granger. Will you tell me your name now?"
"It's..."