Hello Fanfic Universe! This is AsylumAngel13 with a quick hello! And a new chapter!

This chapter is, admittingly, a little bit of a drabble that will focus on Lyra's training. I sort of mirrored it to Diana's training from the 2017 movie; in my opinion,Gal Gadot rocked! This and the next chap will focus on the mother-daughter bond between the two before the adventures and drama begin.

And as a side note to one of my reviewers; I am not writing this story solely based around a relationship. I'm writing this because I love a good story and I want to prove to myself that even though my ideas might be a little strange, they can work in their own crazy way.

Any who, I don't want bore anyone with anymore with my rambling. I unfortunately do not own Young Justice or Harry Potter, just our leading lady Lyra.


Themyscira

May 13, 2004

12:45 CET

Hidden from the eyes of the world, under a storm illusion barrier, lay an island paradise. One inhabited solely by women.

The shouts of the island's warriors echoed through the trees as they sparred in the designated training grounds. But away from the training grounds, a more private session had been going on all morning.

She groaned as her small, lithe body went flying and skipped across the ground like a stone on a pond until coming to a stop. Face first in the dirt.

"Again, Lyra." The seven year old girl picked her head up, glaring at her instructor and aunt as she rubbed the dirt away from the newly acquired scrape on her face. She slowly stood back up, trying to fight the aches and her body's protests to just give up.

"Once more." Antiope commanded as she raised her wooden staff. Lyra gritted her teeth; raised her own staff and let out a battle cry before charging at her instructor.

They moved in dance like sync.

Lyra would swing, Antiope would block.

Antiope swung her staff, striking Lyra in the back and making her stumble with a shriek.

Lyra glared darkly and started swinging her staff more wildly. Antiope blocked each one before advancing with her own swings.

Their staffs met with a loud slap; and with the flick of her wrist Antiope managed to disarm Lyra, and then swing her own staff to send the young girl flying again.

"Harder! Faster!" The older woman shouted as she sped up to attack again. Lyra fumbled to stand and grab her staff before she tried to dodge but ended up tripping over her own sandal clad feet, causing her to awkwardly somersault away with one hand.

She tried to bite back a cry of pain as she rolled away, trying to shake away the ache in her wrist.

"Enough!"

Antiope and Lyra both looked up as Hippolyta and Diana descended from the perch on a rocky hillside they had taken up to watch the spar. Lyra rose to her full height the best she could.

"Lyra, go to the healer. Have her take a look at your arm."

"But mother-"

"Listen to your mother, child." Hippolyta gently urged her grandchild. "Your mother and I must speak to Antiope in private."

"Yes ma'am..…" She sighed in defeat and walked away, cradling her injured wrist to her chest.

Diana watched her daughter until she was out of sight before turning to the Amazon in charge of her training. "Well?"

Antiope sighed. "She has immense potential ans skill. She's fast, light on her feet and incredibly cunning. But when it comes to hand to hand combat or weapons, she is rather…uncoordinated."

Diana's eyes narrowed at the amusement leaking into Antiope's voice. But she couldn't help but agree with what she said. Unless she was dancing or practicing gymnastics; Lyra was a very clumsy girl, there had been countless times where she had tripped over her own feet just by walking.

"And there is also the matter of her temper. Perhaps if she were to reside here, we could increase her training and double the results." Diana shook her head at this. During the summer seasons, she and Lyra would travel to Themyscira to see their family and so Lyra could train. But come autumn, they would return to D.C for Diana's job and so Lyra could attend school.

"No I don't want to do that to her. I want her to have as normal a life she possibly can for as long as possible."

"I understand, I do. But Diana, you must remember that she is an Amazon." Antiope urged with emphasis.

"I know, and I want her to succeed.…But she is so much more than that."


The salty sea breeze blew through her dark rosy red locks, twisting and lifting them away from frustration filled blue-green eyes as they stared aimlessly out at the ocean.

"Something on your mind?" The soothing voice of her mother did little to calm Lyra's nerves. She pulled her knees to her chest, picking at the bandages on her arms and legs.

Diana silently sat beside Lyra, following her line of sight. The young girl always loved the ocean, she often said it washed away her frustrations away with the tide.

"What's wrong with me?" Her voice wavered. Her mother looked at her with scrutiny.

"There is absolutely nothing wrong with you. Why would you say that?"

"Isn't there?" Lyra asked, looking up at Diana with eyes that were glassy with the tears she refused to shed. "I hear the others when they whisper…..they say I'm a disappointment because I'm always tripping my own feet or dropping my weapon!"

She stood up and stomped down the rocks to pace the length of the dirt pathway, habit she had when she was feeling impatient or frustrated. Her wild, shoulder length hair whipped around with every sharp step.

"I've been training to be a warrior since I could walk! I can dodge and outrun anyone but I can't fight without falling and getting a big ugly bruise!" Diana didn't move from her spot or say a word. "And don't get me started on weapons! I dropped a sword and shield so many times I'm surprised I can still stand. And I've heard what Antiope said to you…"

"About your temper?" Lyra nodded in shame, not meeting her mother's eyes. "Antiope has also said that you have the potential and skills of your own. You just have to be patient, warriors aren't born over night."

"I know…it's just…" She trailed off and stubbed her toe into the ground.

"It's just what?" Diana inquired and patted the spot beside her. Lyra bit her lip and dragged her feet to sit beside her mother. She took a deep breath and relaxed her nerves.

"I want…I want to join you..…in the outside world." Lyra's blue-green eyes met the shocked blues of Diana. "I want to fight for what's right beside you…but I don't want to disappoint you if I get the chance.…"

"Lyra; hearing those words right now, I could never be disappointed." Diana reassured her with a smile. "But you're still young, you don't have to want to fight this early. And instead of focusing on your weaknesses, focus on your strengths."


'Focus on your strengths…'

Those words hummed around Lyra's head like a nest of angry hornets, causing her to toss and turn all night long and robbing her the chance of getting any sleep that night.

She huffed in irritation as she sat up in bed, rapidly drumming her fingers. Stealing a glance out the bedside window; Lyra threw the sheets off her body and quietly padded over to her armoire, changing out her sleeping clothes for a loose tunic and capris. Not even bothering to slip on some sandals, the red haired girl quietly slipped through the halls like a ghost until she reached the outside.

"Okay…here we go." She stretched out her arms and legs, taking a few deep breaths before taking off in a dead sprint.

Using only the moon and the stars as her guides; Lyra ran throughout the heavily vegetated parts of the island, not paying any mind to the way the rocks and fallen branches stung her feet. She flipped, twirled, rolled and pivoted around any obstacle that would appear in her line of sight using her trainings in dance and gymnastics.

When she tripped, stumbled or fell, she'd push herself get right back up and keep running.

Feeling her confidence grow, she started to run faster and leap from rock to rock. Lyra laughed as she continued her makeshift training, running all the way to the cliffs. She breathed in the salty air and sighed deeply before looking down at the sand when some things caught her attention. Digging through the cool sand, Lyra pulled out several razor sharp seashell fragments.

The smooth material was cooler than the sand it'd been buried under. It felt like thick glass as she flipped it between her fingers while strolling across the shore. Lyra laughed half-heartedly, not so enthusiastically tossing one of the shards up and down before lazily flinging it to the side.

THUNK!

Whipping around her eyes widened seeing the shell shard had embedded itself into nearby palm tree before falling and disappearing into the tall, sandy grass. A tiny smirk played on her lips.

"Hmmmm…"


Themyscira

June 30, 2008

2:35 CET

Antiope let out a battle cry as she charged, sword drawn and shield ready on the defense, at Lyra who had dropped low into a stance. The older Amazon raised her sword to strike, but Lyra pushed off the ground and leapt to the side.

Her right arm extended into an arc and her left leg pushed her body off the ground to provide momentum for a low cartwheel, and her hips twisted her entire body to end in a front walkover. Not wanting to loose momentum; Lyra feigned a leg sweep that made Antiope jump and would've left her vulnerable to a backhand fist strike had she not used her shield.

Lyra growled and side flipped away, shaking her hand out, but she couldn't help her small smirk.

After realizing she could use her previous trainings as a way to fight; Lyra began to incorporate her dance or gymnast moves into the traditional Amazon fighting style, creating her own style and actually throwing Antiope for a loop.

Pivoting on her toes to twist away from the swiping steel, Lyra let a small cackling laugh out and flipped onto the shield to lodge it firmly into the ground.

"Oof!" The eleven year old grunted as her body went flying and crashed into a table that was littered with weapons after Antiope kicked her in the stomach.

"Do not get over confident!" Lyra's teeth ground together as she gripped the table to pull herself up, the blue rings in her eyes flashed angrily, and wiped away the scarlet trickle of blood on the corner of her mouth.

"You are distracted! You let your anger get the better of you!" Antiope snapped as she marched forward. The younger warrior growled menacingly and discreetly slipped her arm behind her back.

"You are clumsy! Angry! You cannot let-"

The whistling sounds that flew through the air made her stop and flinch. Antiope brought her sword up to defend herself; but missed the way five small blades lodged into the ground, forming a trail like line up to her feet. Her pale eyes widened and looked up to her student standing ready, thin throwing knives held between her fingers on both hands and a playful smirk on her face.

"Interesting." Antiope mused impressed. "I see those late night sessions you place upon yourself have paid off."

Lyra's smirk faltered and a blush stained her face. But Antiope wasn't done. "Did you not think your mother or I would know? That you sneak out to run and train by throwing rocks or anything you can find. Your determination is admirable…but is it enough?!"

Antiope roared as she swung her sword once more in a downward arc. Lyra tucked and rolled away, landing a few feet away to sling two more blades that were deflected by the sword. The red haired girl yelped as she tried to dodge the swipes again while also throwing the blades with surprising skill until she was down to one. She then used that blade to block the sword and locked eyes with the woman who'd been training her for years.

Antiope didn't show it, but she was impressed. Her niece had come a long way in her own time and with her own skills. She still had a long way to go, and a lot of experience to gain. But Antiope knew that this hot headed, angry and clumsy girl had talent in her own right.

It was not the traditional Amazon way, it was Lyra's way.

Sweat trickled down Lyra's forehead and her arms started to shake as she pushed back against Antiope's sword with her dagger. She dug her teeth into her bottom lip as her muscles began to clench and tighten up, screaming as she continued to try and push herself. Lyra growled as she felt something begin to surge inside her, growing bigger and bigger like a bubble until it burst.…

Only the burst seemed to push through her skin and blast outwards like a shockwave that sent Antiope flying backwards.

"Lyra!" The red haired girl stumbled back to on the ground gaping dumbfounded, oblivious to her mother's worried voice as she and her grandmother came running into view.

She couldn't register anything, all she could do was stare at her hands in fear.

'W-what…what was that?…'

It took Diana shaking her shoulders to wake Lyra up out of her stupor.

"Are you alright?" Diana implored as she stared into her daughter's frightened eyes. She slowly nodded.

"H-how's Antiope?"

"She'll be alright. Just a few bruises." Diana spoke calmly and ran a hair through Lyra's deep scarlet locks as they watched Hippolyta help Antiope up and exchange hushed words.

Diana's met those of her mother when she looked to them, silently asking the big question. The Amazon queen nodded and turned to say something to Antiope before they both left.

"Mother?" Lyra's quiet voice squeaked. "What's going on?"

"It's nothing to worry about my little star. But there is something we need to discuss, let's go inside." Lyra numbly nodded her head and slowly rose off the ground to follow Diana.


Mother and daughter sat comfortably on the latter's bed in silence after the younger of the two had changed out of her training clothes. Lyra pulled her knees to her chest to stop herself from fidgeting anxiously while, waiting her mother to speak.

"Lyra." Diana began softly. "You know how we became a family, I've never hidden that from you."

"An old friend of yours found me, after an accident killed my family, and asked you to take care of me." Lyra nodded.

"Yes, and that was one of best decisions I've ever made." Diana spoke proudly before turning serious. "But before I tell you something that's very important. I need to ask you this; do you remember all those times when you were hurt, scared, angry…or well angrier and something strange would happen?"

Thin red eyebrows furrowed as Lyra looked down, thinking back.

Books flying off shelves…

Birds flocking wildly around the air above…

Someone's hair turning a strange color…

And now that.…that blast with Antiope…

"Y-yes…how?"

"It's called accidental magic." Diana explained. "It's something that is very common in untrained witches or wizards when they reach the age of seven."

Lyra's blood suddenly felt like ice cold water in her veins. Witch…she was a witch?

"So…I'm not an Amazon?" She asked fearfully. Diana reached to take one of her hands.

"No, no. Of course you are." She reassured her daughter with a smile. "You are both an Amazon and a witch, a daughter of two worlds combined into one."

"Is this why the others would stare?…Why they would say I'm not worthy of being your daughter?" Her voice shook as she gripped her mother's hand.

"No. The only one's who knew of this were myself, your grandmother and my friend who brought you to me."

Diana moved to sit beside Lyra, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. "But none of this means I love you any less. You are my daughter and you always will be, no matter what anyone says."

They sat in silence again, for what felt like an eternity. Diana providing silent comfort the best she could. Lyra trying to process all of this information.

"…Were my parents magic…like me?" Diana paused, and took a deep breath.

"I'm afraid I don't know." Lyra nodded against her shoulder before looking up.

"Is there…is there a way I can…get better with this? I don't want to hurt someone like I hurt Antiope."

"There is. The friend who brought you to me, Kent Nelson, and although he's not a wizard he is a magic practitioner. And he said that when the day comes, he'll help train you to control your magic and teach you all you need to know about one of the worlds you belong to.

Normally you'd be attending a special, hidden school that was established to educate young witches and wizards. But due to extenuating circumstances; Nelson has made an appeal to the Magical Congress in America and their board of education, to teach you their curriculum privately."

"Really?" Lyra's dual colored eyes blinked with curiosity.

"Yes. But you'll have to understand that there are rules and a new set of laws you must obey. Like for instance; until you become an adult you cannot use magic in public, especially infront of the average humans."

Lyra nodded and Diana continued. "I know this is a lot for you to understand, but Kent Nelson is a very kind and reliable man. He'll help you learn the things I cannot teach you."

"I have just one or two questions.…"

"Yes

"You said he'll be teaching me school curriculum right? When does it begin?"

"If you choose to accept his offer, your lessons will begin on September first."

"Does this mean I have to wear a uniform?" Lyra lightly whined with a pout.


Themyscira

August 20, 2008

1:00 CET

The Amazon queen smiled sadly as she and her sister stood infront of her daughter and granddaughter. She beckoned the younger of the two forward to place a gentle kiss on her forehead.

"You will always have a home here child. Do not let anyone tell you it otherwise." She said with a kind but firm tone as she took Lyra's face in her hands.

"I know grandmother." The red haired girl smiled sheepishly. Hippolyta nodded.

"Study hard, and do your best to make us proud." Lyra nodded before turning to her aunt/instructor. Antiope stood tall and looked her niece in the eye.

"Do not forget your training, always push yourself. And do not let yourself get distracted."

"I know…" Lyra's eyes dropped to the ground until Antiope pulled her in for a hug, and whispered in her ear.

"Be safe, and be strong. I am very proud of the warrior you are becoming." Even though her words were hushed and short, Antiope had made Lyra's heart and spirits soar. She gave her aunt one last squeeze before pulling back.

"Thank you, for everything. I promise I'll write or come back when I can." And with that Lyra walked, more like stumbled after tripping over her feet to everyone's amusement, back to her mother and the two left for the mainland.

"And so her journey begins." Hippolyta sighed.

"Yes.…" Antiope mumbled

The queen turned to her sister once they had faded for view. "You're worried for her."

"Aren't you?" Antiope challenged. "She's still so young. It feels like only yesterday Diana had brought her before us."

"Yes, I suppose that is true." Hippolyta mused. "But we must remember something; though she is still an Amazon, her destiny lays beyond that…"