A/N: I won't be posting these so closely together normally, I just want to get a bit more of the story out there! Please read and review!

-Morrigan

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When Lyra woke she was in a familiar room, in a bed that was familiar but one that she hadn't slept in for several years. She was in the Slytherin dorms, she could tell by the slight greenish tint coming through the windows.

She rolled over and sat up, rubbing a bump on the back of her head as the memories from the battle came flooding back. She bit back a sob when she thought of her mother's lifeless body falling to the floor under Molly Weasley's hand.

There was a stirring in a corner and Lyra grabbed for her wand but came out empty. She shrieked as a large man stood up from a chair at the foot of another bed, she pulled the blankets up to her chin.

"Who, who are y-you?" she stammered, recognising the man as the same one who carried her after the battle.

The man smirked at her and sat on the bed next to hers. She noticed that he wasn't too tall, but he was very well muscled and his skin was rather tanned. He had shoulder length messy red hair and looked like he hadn't shaved in a month. She blushed when she realised that he was really quite attractive.

"Come on Lyra, you don't know who I am?" he said, quirking a brow at her.

She narrowed her eyes. "I know you're a Weasley but I have no idea which."

His smirk turned into a grin. "We went to school together for four years and you really don't know who I am?"

Lyra coughed. "Sorry, there are just so many of you."

The man's grin widened and he stuck out his hand. "Charlie Weasley, it's a pleasure to meet you again miss."

She rolled her eyes and ignored his hand. "Well if you'll excuse me, I need to find my aunt," she said, getting out of bed on the opposite side, away from Charlie.

He chuckled behind her and she turned around, frowning at him. "What?"

Charlie smiled and shook his head. "They told me you would be stubborn."

"Who told you that?"

"Everyone, your family, my family. I'm your guard, Lyra."

She furrowed her brow. "My guard?"

He nodded slowly.

"So I'm a prisoner?" she arched a brow at him.

"You're not a prisoner, no. But you'll have to go on trial just like the rest of your family," he said calmly.

Her jaw dropped. "I left the bloody Death Eaters! I was fighting on your side the entire battle!"

He closed his eyes. "I know, we heard the same things from your cousin. This wasn't my idea, Lyra. Just be glad they didn't throw you in a cell at the Ministry."

"Is that where my family is?" she demanded, crossing her arms and glaring at the redhead.

"No," he shook his head. "The Malfoy's are here too, for now. We'll be taking you all back to Malfoy Manor later today."

"And my father?"

Charlie paused and looked her up and down, seeming to measure the threat she posed to him. She knew it was minimal without her wand, she wasn't very strong and he definitely was.

"Your father is at the ministry. They took all the Death Eaters who had been stunned there immediately after the battle."

Lyra sighed in relief. She had been the one to stun her father, only to keep him from being killed by the Order. She never had any hopes of doing the same to her mother, and she knew she would never be forgiven if she had been able to anyway. Her father was a different story, towards the end of the war he hadn't wanted to fight anymore; he had grown weary of it all.

"I want to see him," she said suddenly. "I don't want someone else to tell him about my mum."

Charlie's eyes widened and his expression was cautious. "I don't know if they'll let you see him."

Lyra walked over to him and poked his broad chest with her finger. "You listen to me, Charlie Weasley. My parents may have done horrible things but they are still my parents and I love them. You are going to take me to see my father because your mother murdered my mum and it's the least your family can do."

Charlie opened his mouth and closed it before nodding. "I'll do my best, but it probably won't be today."

"That's fine," she said. "As long as I get to see him before his trial."

Charlie waited in the common room while Lyra showered and dressed, she found some Muggle clothing in one of the wardrobes that had been left behind by fleeing students. When she went out to meet her guard, the rest of her family was sitting there, an Order member for each of them.

Lyra arched a brow at Draco who just shook his head warily. Narcissa stood up and enveloped Lyra in a warm hug.

"How are you feeling, sweetie?" she asked.

"Bloody awful," Lyra said, and braced herself for a scolding from her uncle about her language, but he didn't say a word.

She felt her aunt smile. "Me too."

When her aunt released her she walked over to the sofa where Draco was sitting and curled up next to him, her head on his shoulder. He wrapped his arm around her and she had to admit, being with her family made her feel a thousand times better. But even at a thousand times better, she still felt broken inside like someone had shattered her.

"We should head to the Great Hall," Charlie said suddenly, waking Lyra from her thoughts. "You lot need something to eat before we take you back to your Manor."

Narcissa pursed her lips. "We can eat when we get home, no need to linger here."

One of the other guards shook his head. "Sorry ma'am, but we have orders and we're meant to take you to the Great Hall."

The older witch scoffed. "This is ridiculous, you're treating us like we're murderers."

One of the guards, a young witch who couldn't have been more than a few years older than Lyra laughed harshly. "You lot might not 'ave killed nobody by your own wand, but there ain't no difference tween a murderer and a Death Eater."

Lyra's mouth hung open at the girl's words and Draco stirred, reaching for a wand that Lyra knew wasn't there. Even Uncle Lucius who had seemed near comatose since Lyra arrived turned to gape at the witch.

Charlie stood up and raised his hands slightly. "That's enough, Smith, there is no need for that. Let's all just go up to the Great Hall, you can eat if you want, and then we can all be on our way."

Narcissa crossed her arms under her chest and pursed her lips defiantly. Lyra stood up, pulling Draco by the hand to walk over to his mother.

"Aunt Cissy," she said quietly. "Let's just get this over with and we can go home."

Her aunt's eyes softened when they met hers and Lyra knew she wouldn't protest anymore, it was just the grief and unshed tears taking their toll.

When the family of Slytherin's and their guards walked into the Great Hall, the entire room fell silent as everyone turned to stare at them.

"Well this is bloody uncomfortable," Draco hissed under his breath to Lyra, who rolled her eyes.

They sat several places away from the Order members and Charlie went up to talk to Kingsley who appeared to be the leader. Ignoring the food in front of her, Lyra looked over at the place where her mother had taken her last breath, a few silent tears falling down her cheeks.

Draco wrapped his arm around her shoulder again and she buried her face in his shoulder, letting the tears flow freely. She looked up when she heard Charlie sigh, and noticed that he was standing right behind her and Draco.

"I just talked to Kingsley," he said. "We're going to take you home and two of us will be staying with you until your trials are over."

"Only two of us?" the witch named Smith protested. "You really think that's going to be enough to contain this lot?"

Lyra saw Charlie smirk through her tear filled eyes.

"I think a couple of dragon tamers can handle four Slytherin's, don't you think Wes?" Charlie arched a brow at one of the other guards, a man about the same age as Charlie with a grizzly scar that cut diagonally across his face. The man smirked and nodded.

"Are you serious?" Smith said, standing up. "I was assigned to be their guard too, Weasley, what makes you so special?"

Charlie rolled his eyes. "Oh I dunno, maybe the fact that I can be civil towards them and didn't manage to offend them immediately."

Narcissa stood up. "Can we leave please? I'm very uncomfortable with everyone staring at us."

Lyra looked at Smith who was glaring at Charlie. "I'd like to leave as well," she said, turning her dark eyes on the redhead.

"Yeah," Charlie said, not breaking eye contact with Lyra. "Let's get you lot home."


When they arrived at Malfoy Manor via Portkey, Lyra was shocked at the state of the home she had grown up in. The shrubbery was untrimmed, the grass was longer than she had ever seen it, the peacocks were nowhere to be seen, and the Manor itself looked like it was haunted. There was this eerie silence around the grounds that Lyra had never felt before; she held her breath as her uncle pushed open the grand double doors.

She let the air out of her lungs and tried to stand a little straighter as she walked into the Manor, everything was exactly as it had always been. Nothing was out of place, but the air seemed stiff and cold like no one had entered the house in a decade.

Lyra followed her aunt and uncle into the kitchen, a room she had spent very little time in growing up and watched with her head tilted to one side as Narcissa began to pull food out of cupboards and the fridge.

"You can cook?" she asked, walking over to her aunt.

Narcissa smiled. "Of course I can, but I'm just making some sandwiches, nothing fancy."

"You never cooked for us growing up, the house elves did."

The older witch shook her head. "No sweetie, I cooked most of it, the house elves just served it."

After eating their lunch, the family dispersed, each going to different rooms of the large house. Lyra sighed against the door before practically running to her bed and burying her face into her pillows. She had no idea how long she had laid there crying before there was a soft knock on her door.

"Go away," she said to the door. "I want to be left alone."

"Lyra," a deep voice said. "It's Charlie, I need to talk to you."

She threw a pillow at the door. "I don't want to talk to you, Weasel."

The lock clicked and the door pushed open. "I know, but it's about your dad."

Lyra sat up and hastily brushed the tears off her cheeks. "Why didn't you say that before? Get in here."

Charlie chuckled and bent down to grab the pillow she'd thrown at the door. "I hadn't pegged you for a frilly pink type of girl."

Lyra rolled her eyes and glared at him. "My aunt decorated the room for me when I came to live here when I was seven. I didn't have the heart to tell her that I hated pink, so I've left it the way it was."

Charlie smiled and sat on the edge of her bed. "I talked to Kingsley about taking you to see him tomorrow."

She raised her eyebrows. "And?"

He snorted. "And, oh impatient one, he said that it wouldn't be a problem. We can go tomorrow after lunch."

She grinned at the redhead before throwing another one of her frilly pink pillows at his face.