Lyra was to start at Hogwarts in a few weeks, and her mother was determined that she should be well ahead of her classmates. She had summoned her daughter into the
duelling chamber, but Lyra had yet to show her face. Bellatrix paced up and down the room, muttering irritably to herself.
"Stupid child, thinks she can do what she wants, I'll knock some sense into her…". Time passed, and still Lyra did not appear. Bellatrix gave a small scream of rage, and was
about to fume up the stairs to see what her daughter was up to. She was stopped by a small tap on the door, and Lyra slipped in. There was a long gash down her face, which
was oozing blood. "Father was teaching me Sectumspempra, it's nothing" she muttered, seeing her mother's look of alarm.
"Well then, I suppose we had better get down to things, then…" Bella said, all her anger had been dispersed at the sight of the wound. But Lyra shook her head and slid down
the wall, wincing in pain. The blood was coming faster now, dripping down her chin and into her lap. Her mother knelt down beside her and dabbed at the wound with a
handerkerchief. Lyra cried out in pain, and pushed the hand away. "You have to use dittany, the potion" Lyra said, grimacing. Bellatrix nodded, and hurried out of the room.
Lyra raised her trembling hand to the side of her face; it was thick with blood. What if she bled to death?? A fine way to go that would be, and before she had even got to
Hogwarts!! She sunk deeper into her self-damning thoughts, her mother returning a minute later. Lyra was pale from loss of blood at this point, though it was hard to tell as her
face was now a shining scarlet. Bella poured the contents of the potion over the wound, which stopped bleeding almost immediately. Lyra stood up shakily, and rubbed the
blood off her face. He mother gasped, as there was now a long deep scar running the entire length of Lyra's cheek, making her look more menacing than ever. "Stop staring at
me" Lyra said irritably, and stormed out of the room. She ran into her father's chamber. "LOOK AT ME! LOOK WHAT YOU'VE DONE TO MY FACE!!" she screamed
at him, her eyes alight and deranged. Voldemort eyed the scar in mild interest, and ran his long white finger down it. Lyra winced.
"And what will you tell the people who ask questions?" he murmured. Lyra's features took on a hardened, cruel look.
"Nothing. They will be dead before they hit the ground" she said, running her fingers along the shaft of her wand absently. Her father looked down at it.
"You have yet to use the killing curse, hmm?" he said. "Perhaps it is time you learnt."
Lyra pointed her wand to a shadowy corner. A small whimper told her Wormtail stood there.
"Avada Kedavra". Wormtail dropped like a stone. "I don't need to learn." She said shortly, casting a look of warning to her father. A look as if to say you're next.
She swept from the room, the powerful feeling from her first kill still running high in her veins…
A/N: Hope you like it so far, I've bee having a bit of writers block; hence the shortness ;) I will be going on holiday on the 24th August...so expect delays...
