"Lyra, for the hundredth time, I'm sorry" whined Draco; but Lyra wasn't having any end it. As far as she was concerned, Draco had lied to her and that was the end of it. She

pushed him away, and walked over to where the first years were gathering before they were sorted. Draco attempted to wave goodbye to her before he went into the great

hall, but she stubbornly turned her head away from him.

"You're too big to be in first year" a little voice piped up in front of her. Lyra looked over to see a sniggering group of small girls ogling at her. "What happened to you, did you

get in the way of a growth charm or something?" said the girl who had spoken. She had neat shiny black hair that was twisted into a bun, and came up to Lyra's shoulder. Lyra

stared at her. She wasn't used to being spoken to with such blatant disrespect, and at first was rather shocked. But that emotion was soon overcome by a bitter wave of

hatred.

"Watch your mouth, filth" she whispered dangerously. The first years dissolved into a fit of giggles. Lyra's hand began to wander to her pocket where her wand was stowed,

something which miss shiny-black-hair was quick to notice.

"Oooh, going to curse us are you? My father says that you can't do magic out of lessons you know, I bet you'll be expelled!" she said, smirking.

"Yeah…well do you know what my father says?" her mouth curling.

But before she had time to answer, McGonagall opened the doors to the great hall.

"Welcome, newcomers! It is now time for you to be sorted, please wait until your name is called, and then sit down on the stool and put the hat on your head" she said briskly.

Lyra sighed, wishing her surname began with A so that she would be able to get it over and done with, but alas, she went under the name of Lestrange.

"Lauren Arbuthnot." The girl with black shiny hair. Slytherin.

"Oliver Cadds." Some random ginger boy. Hufflepuff.

"Emma Ferguson" Spotty brunette. Another Hufflepuff…..

Lyra yawned, and slid down the wall, oblivious to the fact that McGonagall was already sorting through the K surnames.

"Lyra Lestrange."

Lyra was jolted out of her trance. A small blonde girl nudged her into the great hall, where dozens of curious eyes were staring at her. The atmosphere of the hall was thick with

whispers, most of them in hostile tones. Lyra frowned, marginally irritated by this. But then, what should she have expected? Anyone with the same surname as a crazed killer

like her mother would receive this sort of reception. She held her head high, and sauntered over to the sorting hat. She picked it up and put it on, confident that she would be

placed in Slytherin, the most noble and proud house of her father, the place where purebloods reigned, home to the greatest parseltongue who ever-

"GRYFFINDOR!" screamed the hat.

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