Recap: Lyra is annoyed and misses her boyfriend, and Harry is sleeping happily
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Lyra strolled around Oxford with Pan (her daemon) in her arms. She came across a room that had been barred off from her for so long that it was almost compelling to go in and find out what had been kept in shadows.
She smirked.
"Oh, no…I know that look, Lyra. You're about to do something stupid aren't you…oh god, we're gonna die…" said Pan, in the usual frightened voice he puts on.
Lyra pushed open the door and had a brief glimpse of swirling multicolored clouds before she vanished from her plane of existence…again.
Harry heard something heavy fall on his bedroom floor. He sat up straight and saw a girl with brown hair sitting on his floor.
"He-Hermione," he yawned, "It's too bloody early to wake up. It's only four in the flippin' morning
Lyra stood up and dusted herself off. She looked around and her sights fell upon the boy in the bed.
"Who are you?" she asked, calmly.
"Harry Potter…you?" he replied, uncertainly.
"Lyra Silvertongue. What is this place?"
Harry had become immersed in her sweet voice that he had completely missed her question.
"YO! Knucklehead…what is this place?"
"Little Whinging, Surrey."
"Huh?"
Ron and Hermione came bursting into the room. They were staying with harry for the 3 weeks leading up to 7th year.
"Are you all right Harry?" asked Hermione in the concerned voice that made Ron drool every time.
"Yeah, mate, we herd something go bang…" Ron's voice trailed off when he saw Lyra.
"Hi…" she said. She was currently sitting at the foot of Harry's bed, stroking Pan (whom no one had asked questions about, they thought he was just a cat.)
"ow Ow OW! Lyra! Quit ripping fur off in your hands."
"I'm not." She said defensively.
"Pretty damn near it though."
Harry, Ron, and Hermione stood gaping at Pan.
"What," he said, "haven't you people ever seen a daemon?" He asked.
"A what?" asked Hermione.
"A kind of pet that's bonded to you through a magical link." Explained Lyra.
"We don't have any…" said Hermione.
Ron glanced at the clock.
"Blimey Harry. August 31st, 9:00 am already? We'd best be getting off to Diagon Alley." He cried.
The four of them went downstairs for breakfast.
"Morn' Duds" said Harry.
"Morn' Dork." Said Dudley.
The four of them ate their toast and bacon, with the occasional question from Aunt Petunia about Lyra, and left in the fireplace.