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The one who loves the least, controls the relationship

Chapter: Cold Shoulder

6th October 1993

Lyrisadora walked down the hallway—she was getting ready for her prefect duties—she fiddled with her hands as she walked, then slowed down her pace as she heard a faint noise. Lyrisadora stopped and listened, the sound of laughter echoed softly down the hall.

Narrowing her eyes , she continued down the hall, trying to follow the sound. She stepped carefully as the noise grew louder, stopping around a corner. The noise was clear and the voices sounded familiar, apprehensively she peered around the corner.

Adrian Pucey and Miles Bletchley towered over a crying chubby young boy dressed in Hufflepuff robe -she couldn't recall his name, but she remembered him from the sorting, he was a first year. Behind Pucey and Bletchley was Cassondria , who was smiling nastily, watching the two bully the boy with interest.

Lyrisadora looked away and hid behind the corner as she contemplated what to do. She wanted to help the boy, but to do so, she'd have to stand up to her fellow Slytherins. Lyrisadora fingered her wand, she knew she wasn't very intimidating, they'd no doubt just laugh at her and tell her to go away. As far as they were concerned, she wasn't frightening in the least.

She frowned, but it wasn't like she cared what they thought! It was just...three against one didn't sound very good.

Lyrisadora sighed quietly, she couldn't just leave the young boy, that was cowardly, but it wasn't like she knew him. Lyrisadora shook her head, no that wasn't right, she couldn't just leave the poor boy, she was prefect after all, she had a duty to protect her fellow students. She hesitated before taking a deep breath and held her head high, before stepping out from the corner.

She swallowed a lump down her throat. "Leave him alone," she ordered, her heart racing.

The three Slytherins stopped and looked at her, momently shocked before recovering. "Lyrisadora, fancy seeing you here," said Adrian pleasantly.

Lyrisadora glared at him."Leave him alone," she repeated. Adrian smirked as he looked at his friend, who looked amused, they both stepped back. Cassondria looked Lyrisadora up and down in annoyance. "It's nearly past curfew, you three should be in the common room," stated Lyrisadora strongly.

"Oh and I suppose you're going to make us leave? You don't own the hallway Malfoy," retorted Cassondria smoothly.

Lyrisadora stood straighter."Well if you don't leave, I'm going to give you a detention," she threatened, forcing her voice to be smooth.

Adrian arched an eyebrow. "Really? Why so?"

Lyrisadora scowled. "Because you're bullying a first year and back chatting a prefect," she answered.

"Actually I beg to differ, I was just performing my prefect duties," Adrian reasoned, flashing his gleaming prefect badge. Lyrisadora bit back a groan as he reminded her he was a prefect as well. The headmaster's standards were definitely slipping.

"Which are what, bullying?" Lyrisadora spat.

"No, teaching a fellow student respect; he was back chatting me," Adrian argued. The Hufflepuff's eyes became the size of a galleon as he shook his head fearfully. He was about to speak, before Miles stood on his foot to silence him.

Lyrisadora shook her head in disgust. "You're lying."

Adrian just shrugged. "Believe what you want, but Cassie and Miles heard him," he said. Miles and Cassondria nodded smugly. "So, it doesn't really matter what you think, so why don't you run along now princess." He smiled patronisingly.

Lyrisadora's jaw tensed as she felt her anger build. "No, you will leave. Cassondria and Miles will be going back to the common room and you will leave the boy alone." She straightened up to full height, squaring her shoudlers, glaring at them fiercely.

"And what if we don't?" questioned Miles, cockily.

Lyrisadora smirked at him icily. "Well, I suppose I could just tell professor Snape what Cassondria was doing in your room a week ago. It would answer the question as to why you two were late for Potions first period, and why you were awfully flushed," she responded smoothly , smiling acidly.

Miles and Cassondria gaped as they exchanged anxious looks. Cassondria moved her mouth, but no words came out. "Well?" Lyrisadora questioned, looking at them both expectantly. "Didn't I tell you to go," she snapped. They both looked at her indignantly, muttering under their breath as they stalked off. Lyrisadora smiled in satisfaction before turning back to Adrian, scowling at him. "Leave."

A small smile was on his face, she gritted her teeth, Adrian raised an eyebrow at her. "Huh, well that was cold," he said, stepping back, raking his eyes over her form. She crossed her arms as she watched him warily. "You never cease to surprise me." He put his hands in his trouser pockets. " Wonder if you act like that around that duffer?" he inquired mildly, smiling coldly, he glanced at the trembling Hufflepuff in amusement. "I'll see you later," his tone unnervingly pleasant. The Hufflepuff backed up against the wall. "He's all yours," Adrian chimed, walking passed her.

Lyrisadora watched him go, her jaw clenched. She looked away and glanced at the young boy, he was trying to wipe away his tears, refusing to look at her. Lyrisadora gave him a small smile as she walked over to him.

"Hey,it's okay," she reassured. He looked up at her, appearing embarrassed. "You okay?"

He nodded stiffly and swallowed."Yeah…thanks," he muttered.

Lyrisadora smiled."What's your name?"

"David Hewitte," he replied.

Lyrisadora nodded. "Come, I'll walk you back to your common room."

David looked apprehensive.

"I'll be fine."

"It's just a precaution. Adrian's a mean bloke, besides with those Dementors outside - I wouldn't feel comfortable walking alone with them nearby," Lyrisadora protested. David hesitated before sighing and nodding.

"Ok, fine," he agreed meekly, following her as they walked down the hallway.

They walked in silence for a while before Lyrisadora broke it. "Have they bullied you before?" she inquired. David shook his head.

"No, I just ran into them, I guess they wanted a laugh," he answered dully, half shrugging.

"Yeah they tend to do that," she muttered. "Well, if they do it again, just talk to Cedric—or me—he'll make sure the teachers put a stop to it," Lyrisadora reassured.

David nodded. "Yeah sure," he said curtly.

Lyrisadora smiled faintly at him before looking straight ahead. They turned a corner, Lyrisadora looked taken aback once she saw the familiar sight of two red heads leaning against a wall, talking in hushed voices, both holding a large piece of parchment.

"Fred, George what are you doing?" Lyrisadora's eyes narrowed suspiciously.

The twins looked up from their piece of parchment. "Oh hey Lyra," said Fred casually, hastily stuffing the parchment into his robe pocket.

Lyrisadora crossed her arms as she walked towards them. "What's that?" she questioned, looking at Fred's pocket.

"What's what?" inquired George, acting clueless.

"That parchment you two were looking at, the one Fred stuffed in his pocket," Lyrisadora said, levelly.

Fred and George exchanged a look. "Don't know what you're on about," they said in unison.

Lyrisaodra was about to speak, but George intergected. "Who's this Lyra?" he asked, looking at David.

Lyrisadora was momentarily distracted. "Oh, this is David Hewitte. Adrian, Miles and Cassondria were bullying him, so I had to step in," she explained.

George grinned. "Should have told us, we would have whammed an exploding bom bom up their asses," he said, causing Fred to laugh.

Lyrisadora rolled her eyes as she smacked him carefully. "George," she reprimanded, gesturing silently to the young boy. "You have to set an example." Though she smiled amusingly.

George smirked. "Right, or course," he replied, with fake pompousness, clearing his throat.

Lyrisadora just shook her head. "Anyway, I have to take David back to his common room," she said, preparing to leave.

"Oh I'll come," George said raised an eyebrow at his brother.

"Oh, but I'm sure I'll be fine," Lyrisadora reasoned, slightly surprised.

"Yeah, but you don't want Adrian to bother you again. Sides, I want to ask you something," George rexpend, flippantly.

Lyrisadora felt slightly nervous, wondering what he wanted to ask her. "Well alright then," she agreed curtly, telling herself he probably wanted her help with homework.

"See you back at the common room Georgie," Fred called as he began to walk away.

"Bye," Lyrisadora and George called in unison, before looking at each other oddly and walking down the hallway.

They headed towards the kitchens where the Hufflepuff common room was. George glanced at Lyrisadora as they walked in silence. "You know there's a weird sisters concert this summer," he blurted out.

"There is?" Lyrisadora inquired, looking at him.

"Yeah, me and Fred have been saving up for it all year," George divulged.

"Oh, that's nice," Lyrisadora responded simply. George nodded.

"Yeah…we got a deal actually, 4 tickets for 25% invited Angelina, Lee's gonna be going on holiday around the time so..." he trailed off placing his hands in his pockets. "So I figured I'd ask if you wanted to go to," he added, half shrugging.

"You're inviting me?" she said, smiling.

"Yeah, I mean you do still like them right?" George questioned.

Lyrisadora nodded. "Oh yes I do, I just haven't listened to their music in a while," she replied. "I would love to go…" she started to say, but trailed off, as she imagined what her father would say. She wriggled her hands nervously, it would be a miracle if her father let her go. Then again, maybe she could convince him, or lie and sneak out...lying seemed the best option. "But I think it's best if I muse on it," Lyrisadora added carefully.

"Oh, okay then," George sounded slightly disappointed. David looked at the two oddly as they neared the common room.

They stopped as they noticed Cedric emerge he stopped once he saw Lyrisadora and George, his brow creasing. "Uh hello…" Cedric greeted warmly.

David sensed the tension as he acted quickly. "Well thanks for walking with me, bye," he chirped, slowly edging away as he walked past Cedric towards the common room.

Lyrisadora smiled and went to go hug Cedric. "I was just walking David back here, he was getting harassed by Adrian," she explained, releasing him. "And George wanted to accompany me just in case Adrian felt like messing with me," she added, flashing a smile at George.

Cedric looked at George, before he smiled at Lyra. "Right of course. Thanks," Cedric exclaimed, nodding at George curtly, coiling an arm around her waist.

George nodded stiffly. "Just being a good friend." He smiled bright, though his smile seemed a bit off.

Something ticked across Cedric's face. "So you coming on prefect patrol with me?" he inquired, smiling disarmingly.

Lyrisadora nodded. "Sure, why not," she concurred, then she turned back to George. "I'll think about it George."

George's smile grew looser. "OK, seeya — almost forgot, Fred needs your help with a charm essay tomorrow."

Lyrisadora groaned. "He does know it's called 'homework' for a reason, right?"

George smirked. "I'll remind him, see you around," he said goodbye, before walking away.

Cedric frowned. "What did you mean when you told him you'd think about it?" he asked as they started to walk down the hall.

"Oh, that, he invited me to a concert," she answered brightly.

"He did?" said Cedric, his frown deepening.

Lyrisadora nodded. "Uh hm. Though I don't know if I'll be able to go, with my father and everything," she continued weakly, sighing.

Cedric tugged her in closer. "Don't worry about him," he reassured, kissing her forehead. Lyrisadora smiled warmly, holding his hand, as she softly drew circles on his hand.

26th October 1993

Lyrisadora sat in the potions,at a desk on the front row, neatly labelling a new batch of potions. She didn't look up as she heard Professor Snape enter and shut the door behind him, more roughly than usual. Lyrisadora peaked up before quickly looking down. Professor Snape went over to his desk and started muttering darkly under his breath as he sorted through his students essays.

"Pathetic," he hissed, sneering at the paper. Lyrisadora glanced up from her desk.

"Sir, are you alright?" she asked, apprehensively. Professor Snape snapped his head up, eyes locking onto her .

"Yes, even though it is none of your concern Miss Malfoy," he snapped in a clipped tone. Lyrisadora nodded worriedly and instantly returned to her work. Professor Snape gave her an irritated look before sitting down at his desk and scanned through the essay papers. There was a tense silence for a while before Professor Snape broke it.

"Tell me Miss Malfoy, what's your opinion of Professor Lupin?" he inquired, out of the blue. Lyrisadora looked up and seemed unsure how to answer.

"Well, I consider him a capable down to earth, good teacher," she answered plainly, looking at Professor Snape curiously. He scoffed softly.

"Don't you find his behaviour odd?" he drawled. Lyrisadora looked confused.

"Well, I suppose it is odd that he's ill a lot," she replied cautiously.

"Yes strange that, ill every full moon, strange, wouldn't you say?" Professor Snape mused. She looked at him, he was smirking knowingly, Lyrisadora wondered what he was hinting at.

"I suppose…" Lyrisadora trailed off as she thought and reviewed what Professor Snape had said.

"Hm. Have you nearly finished with the labelling?" he questioned, changing the subject. Lyrisadora looked at the potions, she had four more to label, she looked at her list next to her, which contained a picture of the potion and the name next to it.

"Nearly, I have four left to label," she responded. Professor Snape nodded curtly, he then took a quill and a small blank piece of parchment and started to scribble some writing down. Lyrisadora looked up now and then from her labelling, until he stopped and placed his quill down and stood up. Lyrisadora watched him walk over to her, placing the piece of parchment on the desk.

"These are the ingredients I need you to gather and present to me for tomorrow morning — I will be making the potion, I just need you to get me the ingredients," he instructed, Lyrisadora took the list and read the ingredients, she furrowed her brow when she recognised the type of potion.

"I didn't know any of the upper years were making Wolfsbane potion sir, " she said. It seemed odd, especially since it was such a very difficult and complex potion. Professor Snape smirked coldly.

"They're not, the potion is for Professor Lupin," he stated, before turning and walking away, closing the door behind him.

Lyrisadora froze. She eyed the list again, what Professor Snape was implying was absurd, Professor Lupin couldn't be a werewolf. She had read up on the Wolfsbane potion and its use, it did seem logical that if Professor Lupin was a werewolf, then he no doubt would have to take a the potion so he wasn't a risk to students. Lyrisadora folded the piece of parchment up into a small square and placed it in her school robes before shaking her head and returning to her labelling.

5th November 1993

Lyrisadora stood in an isolated part of the library, searching for a book of Arithmancy called Grammatica, she bent down then straightened up and sighed in frustration,she knew she was looking in the right scanned the higher shelves, straining her neck to look father up, before her eyes trailed lower, before they stopped and zoomed in on a green book with the words 'Grammatica' on it.

She reached out to grab it, but she couldn't reach, frowning she stood on her tiptoes, straining her fingers, but they only brushed the wooden shelf. Growling in frustration she reached for her wand, but a hand went over her head and grabbed the book before she could utter a spell to levitate it.

Lyrisadora spun round to face the book thief, behind her was George, a familiar mischievous smirk on his lips as he casually held the book in his right hand. Lyrisadora huffed.

"George, give it back, please," she ordered tightly, a hand on her hip as she held the other out expectantly, to be handed the book.

"What? You mean this," he said amusingly waving the book in the air. Lyrisadora folded her arms in annoyance.

"I'm serious George," she said.

"Really? You don't look like him," George retorted, chuckling. Lyrisadora groaned at the lame joke.

"George, just let me have the book," she snapped. George held the book in the air.

"Come get it then," he teased, waving the book in the air. Lyrisadora made to grab for it, but George was a good two inches and a half taller than her, she growled and glared at him, pushing his chest back.

"You're so immature!" she hissed, pushing against his chest, trying to knock him over . George laughed and grabbed her around the stomach, pulling her away as she struggled. "Let me go, let me go," she cried sharply, trying to get out of his grip.

"Say please," he commanded playfully. Lyrisadora glared at him fiercely.

"No!" she spat, trying to release his hands.

"Come on," he teased, waving the book in her face, swiping it away before she could make a grab for it. She looked at him sternly.

"Don't make me bite you," she hissed dangerously, looking very serious. George's eyes widened in surprise as he let her go.

"I was only messing," he argued, shrugging. Lyrisadora snatched the book from his hand before he could react, glaring at him. Madame Pince passed by, giving the two suspicious looked before walking away behind a corner.

"Well I'm not in the mood," she said tightly, clutching the book to her chest and turning away. George looked concerned.

"What's wrong?" he asked, himself looking concerned. Lyrisadora looked at her feet.

"It's Cedric, he and Cho...I know they're just friends, but he spends so much time with her…" she trailed off, turning back to George. "I saw them together alone in the art classroom…Cedric says they were just talking," she continued, looking worried.

"I'm sure it's nothing," he reassured.

"Yeah, I know…I mean I hang out with you a lot, because well, we're friends, so I shouldn't be jealous if Cedric wants to spend time with Cho," Lyrisadora reasoned awkwardly, looking unsure. "Do you think he's mad at me?"

George looked irritated. "Of course he isn't! He's probably just friendly with Cho, I mean you're his girlfriend, and Cedric isn't the cheating type," George defended.

Lyrisadora smiled meekly. "You're right, I'm just being silly and paranoid," she concluded, nodding. "Thanks," she said warmly.

He just shrugged. "It's nothing, I don't want you getting upset after all," he smiled, somewhat grimly.

Lyrisadora smiled. "Well thanks."

George's smile grew.

"Yeah well, I better go, gotta go meet Fred and all," he announced. "Seeya," he added, mock two finger saluting before leaving. Lyrisadora watched him go, her smile softening. He was such a good friend, she didn't deserve him.

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