CyberTech Worlds Clash
Chapter XLV
The Power or Something!
Sitting on her bed in her dorm, cross-legged Lyra was fiddling with her guitar, strumming a few cords. It had been a week since the start of school and Friday had thankfully encroached on them pretty fast. Lyra didn't hate school, but she was looking forward to the weekend, so she could hang out with her friends and have some fun.
Lyra was up early that morning as she went to bed a bit earlier than normal, mainly to escape some annoying persons. She had already taken her shower as she couldn't get back to sleep, and by the time she had finished, dried off and gotten dressed her sleepy-headed dorm-mates had started dragging themselves out of bed, so Lyra wasn't disturbing them, as they had finally dragged themselves into the showers to clean up for the day.
Looking up from the strings of her guitar as the bathroom door opened, some steam drifted out of the large wet room that contained plenty of shower cubicles for all of them and a few toilet cubicles too.
It was a girl with long crinkly dark blonde hair and pale skin who exited, wrapped in a large fluffy white towel to hide her smooth skin, and some pretty nicely plumped boobs hidden in her towel. It was Lavender Brown. She smiled at Lyra with sparkling blue eyes as she grabbed her hair brush and gave Lyra a pouty look as she offered it up.
"Please, we have time?" Lavender begged cutely.
Lyra sighed as she looked her friend over to check she wasn't going to get everything soggy, and she look dry enough so she placed her guitar aside on her bed behind her since the beds at Hogwarts were huge enough that they could fit several girls her size comfortably. Moving herself a bit, she took the brush and Lavender sat facing away between Lyra's legs, and Lyra began combing her hair, running her fingers through Lavender's hair while humming a pleasant little tune.
"Thanks, Lyra, you're the best!" Lavender said cheerfully. "Maybe I should get my hair cut as it gets so knotty, and it's so thick and unmanageable, and its already passed my bum while standing – what do you think?"
Lyra stopped humming and examined her friend's hair. "I love your long hair, but yeah. I think if you're not careful, some evil douchebag is going to stick you in a tower so they can use your hair to get in and out."
Lavender couldn't help but giggle. "You can be my brave knight if you want?" Lavender suggested laughingly. "You're the only hero I know, but I think you would look super cute with your hair slicked back to look shorter, and then… one of those olden times suits with the ruffle, like from those fantasy books, and with some of those sharp needle-like swords-."
"I think it is called a rapier," Lyra suggested thoughtfully. "Like those one's from The Three Musketeers?"
"That's it, yeah," Lavender said while Lyra continued de-knotting and combing her friend's hair. "You could come to my rescue dressed like that. That would be so cute-!"
"What would be cute?" interrupted a brown skinned girl as she slipped out of the bathroom. She had much more manageable dark brown hair, and smiling brown eyes as she held her blue towel from falling from her, and sorted it before she grabbed her own hairbrush and sat with Lyra and Lavender, but combed her own hair. "Well…?" she asked as they had been watching her and snickering as she wasn't every good at the towel 'trick' as she called it because her boobs were a little more pointed, and they teased her a little because she never folded the towel quite tight enough. She used to rather change in the bathroom, but with all the steam clothes tended to get damp, or you couldn't dry properly because of the moisture in the air and got your clothes wet.
"Lyra as a Musketeer!" Lavender said laughingly.
Parvati Patil frowned as she looked Lyra over, from her short ruffled coppery red hair, to her small structure hidden away in her Gryffindor skirt uniform. "I can see that… you would look really adorable," she agreed while Lyra was blushing brightly. "If you used some more modern… I mean muggle-modern designs with the whole Musketeer thing; that would look amazing on you… maybe some fun colours."
"Please don't make me any cosplay, Parvati!" Lyra reprimanded playfully. "I don't think your mum or dad expects you to leave school and bring cosplaying to the rest of the magical world."
"Cosplaying is the way forward, Lyra!" Parvati said thoughtfully. "Look how boring, even the magical world is on big time cosplay nights like Halloween! Halloween, girls! They need to learn the joys of cosplay! I don't know much about the muggle world, but I used to see little kids dressing up and everything thing, sometimes in the weirdest outfits to do this Trick or Treating thing."
Rolling her eyes Lyra wrapped her arms around Lavender and moved to her knees. "Okay, I'm a backpack!" she said laughing with Lavender before she let go and flopped back and grabbed her guitar as she rolled off the bed with it and tossed lavender's hairbrush onto her bed while Parvati joined in on the humour.
"You, young ladies need to get dressed!" Lyra said in a teacher like tone while sliding her guitar back into the case on the floor. "If you don't, no breakie for you, delightful darlings," she sang smugly as Eli gave her a quick reminder and she mentally thanked her for the heads-up.
Lavender groaned as she slumpily slid up to her feet sulkily while Parvati and Lyra laughed as she was always like that, and Lyra finished putting her guitar away and sliding it into a special compartment in her trunk and then sealing it closed with all security active.
Turning, Lyra checked out Lavender's naked arse as she was facing away while slipping on her knickers before she turned and sat on her bed, pulling her bra to secure her cute boobs. Looking at the next bed over Lyra got a good look at Parvati's vagina and breasts. She had some dark hairs between her legs over her area, and her nipples were pointed. Lyra frowned as she turned to the fourth bed in the room as she realised something was missing.
"I thought there was something missing!" Lyra said, startling her friends and Parvati almost tripped as she was pulling on her knickers. "I mean… Hermione… where the heck is Hermione?" she asked as she skipped over and peeked into the bathroom to see the dark girl facing away and bent over giving Lyra a view between her legs from behind as she was pulling on some knickers.
Hermione paused with her knicker just below her butt and turned her head to the door to see Lyra giggling as she wolf-whistled. "Wow, Hermione, still avoiding me without that stalking bastard around?!"
Lyra took Hermione's shock and pause to take a good long look. She had seen a picture of Hermione if she had been born white, which was extremely rare since her mother was black and father white, so Lyra's version in the multiverse would likely be more common over Amanda and Harry's Hermione. They had some differences, but it was obvious they were related, and Lyra couldn't wait for her Hermione to stop being a twit, so she could 'introduce' her to herself.
"N-no, L-Lyra, it's not like that or anything!" Hermione stuttered out finally as her dark cheeks brightened as Lavender and Parvati half-dressed peaked around Lyra and were giggling as Hermione finally realised how she paused and quickly pulled up her undies. "I-I…" she said turning to the girls as she was already in her bra, so she was kind of clothed.
Lyra just sighed and shook her head as she pulled back from the bathroom. "Who puts on their bra before their knickers?"
"Depends…" Lavender said thoughtfully as she and Parvati returned to dressing. "At home its more about which is closer from the clothes I've picked out, and it's my room, so I can do what I want… anyway, Hermione is weird sometimes."
Stretching, Lyra grinned. "Hey, I'm going to sneak out now, hopefully get away before Hermione's done. I'll see you darlings later," she said while skipping to the bedroom door.
"See you later, Lyra!" Lavender called as Lyra slipped out of their dorm room and crashed straight into a brown-haired tomboy with her hair tied up into a ponytail.
Lyra mumbled as she looked up from where her face was buried in the older girl's chest and pulled back with a sheepish grin. "Wow, Katie-cat," Lyra chimed sweetly. "That was lucky your boobs saved me."
Katie rolled her eyes. "Please don't call me that… the twins seemed to have forgotten about that silly nickname!" she complained.
Sticking her tongue out Lyra laughed as she purred. "Well, I still have to congratulate you on your whole quidditch captain thing."
"You going to come back to the team?" Katie asked hopefully. "If you want the seeker position before try-outs, it's yours… and I'll let you burry your cute little face anywhere you want!"
"Katie-cat!" Lyra reprimanded. "You naughty girl, propositioning me… but… nice offer, no… I want to race if I do any broom related sports. Anyway, why didn't either Alicia or Angelina get the captain job since they have seniority?"
Katie sighed sadly. "They're in their last year and didn't want to have all that added responsibility after Oliver finished school… if only we have quidditch last year I might have gotten out of all this responsibility, and we need a new Seeker and Keeper this year, and the twins… well, Fred and George are well…"
"Twits?" Lyra suggested.
"I was going to say too irresponsible… but twits about sums them up in one word!"
Lyra sighed as she had finally escaped Katie and sat eating her breakfast at the Hufflepuff table with Susan Bones as she had been accosted by the stalking arsehat on her way to breakfast and had to ditch him fast; it funnily wasn't that difficult; she got him with a look over there.
Hermione had been nearby, and she had looked so pathetically sad, and a little embarrassed from being caught with her knickers down, quite literally. They still didn't bugger off, well, Lyra wanted Hermione to stick around and get a clue, but even when McGonagall tried having words with the stalker about calling in Law Enforcement, he still wouldn't get lost. That moron just did not seem capable of comprehending the trouble he would be in, as stalking was a crime. He thought Dumbledore would be able to save him, but he couldn't comprehend how much the ministry was split by the ministries refusal to believe Voldemort's return, and to top that off, not everyone bowed to Dumbledore's whims.
Luckily, Lyra managed to slip away and into the Great Hall, and stole the seat next to Susan as she couldn't spot any of her other closest friends from Gryffindor, even Gwen, but Lyra knew what that minx would be up to, the lucky girl. Hufflepuff tended to be neutral ground but she also knew they were loyal, and Lyra was friends with some Hufflepuff's such as Susan who were considered highly because of linage and her aunts' position in law enforcement; that meant that Hufflepuff was a good place for Lyra to hang out.
It had been a fast-few day since school started, and the Friday morning was both tired and excited for the weekend like usual. However, on the bright side for, Lyra, she could hide in Hogsmeade tomorrow, or just go home at the end of the day if the moron stalker didn't stop bothering her – or maybe she could ask whether Seraph could take her to make a report to law enforcement, since McGonagall's threats weren't getting anywhere, having to speak to some 'cops' might put the stalker in his place.
However, it didn't help that Dumbledore was being a jackarse too. Lyra had received notes from Dumbledore every mealtime to go and see him since getting back to school, which was why Hermione and Ron – well Ron was even angrier with her for refusing to go. It was semi-amusing as she received Dumbledore's regular note, only to watch the old man frown in disapproval as she vanished said note with a wave of the 'strange' wand she seemed able to draw from anywhere like it was always in her hand.
However, Lyra did not under any circumstances have to be alone with the headmaster, or any teacher for that matter, and under circumstances, Dumbledore could not force her to attend any meetings without either Harry or Seraph present, as Harry was her guardian, and Seraph was his proxy – in other words since Harry wouldn't be home from New Earth until Sunday, Seraph was her guardian. Dumbledore thought he was being clever arranging a meeting with Harry for Wednesday.
Dumbledore had apparently arranged some kind of trap. Seraph walked out of the 'trap' as if it hadn't been there, and after dressing the old man down and making him look small and weak, Seraph went and lodged a complaint with the schoolboard, and Dumbledore was told that he was not permitted to interfere with students home lives unless they were in danger – the old man tried that, but they wouldn't listen. Seraph was better at blackmail than him, and probably had a lot more dirt on them than Dumbledore could ever imagine.
Lyra smiled while thinking about Seraph; she was fun, and that led to Lyra feeling a little adventurous. Therefore, she waved her wand over the note. It crumpled up to form a little paper bird before flying off to Dumbledore. He looked so happy and excited as he watched it that Lyra almost, ALMOST felt bad when a little pink paper tongue came out and blew a raspberry in his face before it burst into tiny pieces of multi-coloured paper.
The hall had erupted into giggles, and after a moment of shock Dumbledore just laughed it off and didn't say anything about it after. Lyra had to wonder whether the old man was going to get the message anytime soon or was Seraph going to have to lodge a legal complaint against the headmaster too.
"Lyra, I can't believe you did that," Susan said giggling as she leaned on Lyra and tried not to split a rib. "I know those notes must be getting annoying, but that was rather childish."
"It wasn't that funny, my dear," she said putting on her best old man voice. "I am but a little girl, without any mind for herself. It's for the Greater Good, or… some such… possibly?"
Susan laughed while shaking her head. "That didn't make much sense, but then that is Dumbledore for you."
Lyra shrugged impishly as she looked around the hall and spotted Gwen entering only moments after a cute blonde-haired Slytherin girl, both looking a little ruffled. They could play that off as sleepiness, but Lyra knew better. Gwen blushed as she rushed over and took the seat the other side of Lyra as she waved her over while giving her a knowing look.
"So, Gwenie-Gwen-Gwen, my darling; having a good morning, huh?" Lyra asked her cheekily.
Gwen's blush just went up a notch as she nodded her head. "You know I have Lyra, now stop teasing me…"
"Oh, so you have a boyfriend, Gwen?" Susan asked giggling while Lyra managed to keep a straight face, even if Gwen's was betraying her, she didn't have a clue how Lyra managed it. "I wouldn't let Ronald, or the twins find out," she continued with a knowing smirk. "Sure, I guess the twins can be reasonable, but Ron will make an arse of himself, you, your family, and then any bystanders. If I had a sibling of any kind… it would have to be Lyra. Look how adorable she is," she said brightly while hugging hold of Lyra and laughing, but Lyra grinned and giggled.
Gwen sighed while rolling her eyes as she took the offered round of toast that Lyra made up for her with some butter, and apricot jam and taking a bite out of the slice. "I know… Lyra from now on, you're my Big Sister," she said smirking while Lyra rolled her eyes and Susan laughed along with her. "I've always wanted a sister."
"Well, you've got the red-haired gene down a tee," Lyra answered laughing thoughtfully along with them. "This will mean you'll have an awesome Big Brother for a change too, and an older-older Big Sister too… yay you!"
"Hey, can I be your sister too?" asked a cute blonde from next to Susan, startling them as she sat with a bowl of cereal.
"Hannah!" Susan complained to her best friend. "Don't just sneak up on people; you almost gave me a heart attack!"
Hannah just laughed and stuck out her tongue childishly. "You should just pay more attention. I wasn't sneaking."
"Whatever, just hurry up, we have that jerk next," she replied with a sigh as she thought about potions class. "You know the scum will bitch like a baby if we're late by even a second."
"Yeah, yeah, we have enough time," she retorted rolling her eyes. "So, Lyra, Gwen, who'd you got first thing…?"
"Sprout with herbology," Gwen said shrugging, and sounding pleased. "I'm glad too… Lyra, you have that toad bitch don't you. I absolutely hate her. She's a disgrace to women everywhere!"
"Yeah, it's been a long time coming," Lyra answered smirking. "But taking on the knowledge that you guys handed out I believe I can predict a few outcomes that involves some moron doing something stupid that gets me involved. Then I shrug and get on with whatever and see who gets detention."
"Wow Lyra, some would say that you're being very Slytherin," Hannah said with a grin. "I like it. If a hottie like you were in Slytherin, I would so be okay with that," she said smirking with a cheeky wink.
Lyra only blushed faintly and smiled at her compliment while rolling her eyes at her friends' crazy antics. "Well, thanks I guess, but that does insult quite a few Slytherin girls I think are hot. Like Daphne and Astoria Greengrass, Tracey Davis, or that cute one in the seriously outdated glasses…"
"Her names Kennedy Cross," Hannah said as Lyra couldn't for the life of her remember her name, she was always so quiet. "And I wasn't talking about the girls, they can be easily worked with, but the boys. Look at them. Half of them have bad teeth and look like brutally deformed half gorillas…!"
"Then the other half are moron ponces who think they're soooo amazing," Susan agreed helping her friend out with a laugh. "Look at that Malfoy twat for example. He could be okay looking, forgetting about how scrawny he is, and his narrow and ferret like face, but look how he does his hair. It's so greasy, and he thinks it's cool all slicked back, and then wearing robes we normal girls wouldn't expect a date to wear while taking us out, right, Hannah?"
"Exactly," she agreed nodding her head readily while Lyra and Gwen were looking confused. "Sure, it isn't all about looks, but people like him, and a large portion of the house then try making it all about showing their wealth with these silk robes and whatever. It's this whole pureblood thing. It really gets in the way of normal-ness in the long run…"
"I never really thought about it as much as you two must have," Lyra replied shrugging. "But I suppose it can be really problematic… but hang with me, darlings, and we'll have a blast," she said laughing smugly. "Pissing off purebloods about their stupid pureblood ways is in my awesomeness description. See, someday I'll have my own Chocolate Frog Card and it will say: Lyra Avalon – awesome beyond awesome; it was her greatest game to piss off stupid purebloods and their stupid pureblood ways because they were just so easy to piss off."
They couldn't help but burst out laughing, holding their guts and shaking their heads as Lyra was fun and had a great sense of humour.
"Oh, Lyra," Hannah said sighing as they soon calmed down while she looked to her watch. "Oh, crap, Suez, we're going to be late, let's go, quick," she said, her friend quickly jumping up, they rushed off together yelling a simple 'later'.
Lyra shrugged as she finished off the last of her toast. "Unlike them I don't have that far to go; you either," Lyra said with a sheepish shrug as she turned to Gwen. "But I think it would be best for me to head off to class anyway. So, see you at lunch little sister," she finished with a grin as she stood from her bench with a stretch.
"Have a good lesson, and don't forget I want all the juicy details," Gwen said with a wide grin.
"Will do, Gwen, darling, don't worry," she said as she gave her friend a quick cuddling and kiss to her cheek, causing them to light up, Lyra stuck her tongue out as she pulled back and skipped off as she rushed away from the table.
"Oh, hey there, Neville!" Lyra cheerfully greeted as she met the boy, startling him and causing his cheeks to set alight as she made him jump. "Are you okay there, you seem jumpier than normal?"
"Oh… morning," he quickly stuttered out. "Um, well… I guess… but…" Neville paused and looked around to make sure they were alone while they walked towards class. "If you're going to have Ron arrested for stalking, can you hurry up, please?" he begged to her shock. "He just won't shut up and… I just… maybe it would be best if he was arrested before I break his face!" Neville surprisingly grit his teeth and clenched his fists and really looked like he wanted to punch a certain ginger.
"Erm… hey, if this is because of him saying crap about me," Lyra said. "Thanks for… well, the violent thoughts, but he's just a nothing. He's a bloody loser. If you have some issues… or he said something really bad, tell the twins. They're twits but they'll beat him up so you don't have too."
Neville smiled slightly while opening a door into a new corridor. They continued walking through.
"Ron is scum," Neville said with a sigh. "He only just gets worse. He also keeps going on about how he'll be with you and get all the glory for all the 'heroing' and everything."
Lyra snorted while rolling her eyes. "There is no glory in war or battle, only pain and death. Heroes are completely different. Heroes don't ask for anything, but they do what they do because they can. If you have the power to save one life or protect people. Then I believe it's your duty to do so no matter who you are. Though I guess that doesn't matter as fear also comes into play. It's why so many people look to me, like I'm any different. But I like to think that I can overcome fear and do the right thing anyway – and I don't need any pathetic stalking losers near me."
"Yeah," Neville said quietly as they approached the Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom. "So, ready to face Umbridge?" he asked looking like he was anything but ready.
"I've killed a basilisk and fought a dragon, so I don't think an evil power-hungry bitch is going to bother me," Lyra replied with a smirk as they finally reached the defence classroom and paused outside the door.
Neville just smiled as he led into the classroom, and only a few people were already in the class and seated at desks. Umbridge was sat at her desk seemingly ignoring everyone. Lyra frowned in surprise as both Hermione and Ron were already in the class too. Hermione blushed from her seat and squirmed while Ronald glared at Lyra but said nothing as she took a seat a space away from Hermione where Lavender quickly sat as she entered the classroom moments later with other fifth years.
The class didn't talk much as the 'teacher' shushed them, but they all managed to show some degree of disgust at the moving pictures of cutesy kittens all over the defence class. Lyra wouldn't have ever thought Umbridge liked any animals, but Lyra would picture the woman as a batty old cat lady.
The class was filled in no time with, Gryffindor's and Ravenclaw's while Umbridge sat and occasionally looked up as and shushed students as they entered but otherwise didn't pay them much attention. However, once the warning bell rang, she stood up and moved around her desk and waited until the class bell rang, giving disapproving glances to some stragglers before closing the classroom door.
Umbridge then went on to treat them all like stupid kindergarten children, forcing them to say good morning several times, accentuating her own self-worth until they had satisfied her. Lyra would have loved to strangle her. She was worse than any teacher Lyra had ever met, and she had met some lame teachers. Lyra internally groaned as she wasn't sure her plan on not getting into 'trouble' seemed to be much of a possibility. She looked to Lavender to her side, and her friend seemed to give her a sad knowing look – well, amused knowing look was more accurate.
Then, after everyone had validated Umbridge's existence, she set them to read chapter one of some stupid book on theory, and that was it. Lyra had read the book at home, and it was written by an incompetent loser, and she had to wonder why McGonagall approved of the book, as it was extremely inaccurate.
Lyra had to grimace as Hermione had to call out that she had read chapter one, which wasn't surprising – she didn't look very impressed either. Umbridge smiled 'sweetly' and forced any 'speakers' to raise their hands. But it was when Hermione said she had read the whole book that Lyra wondered whether Hermione had no concept for shutting up and just slipping a comic into her book the next time.
Lyra sighed as Hermione didn't seem capable of just letting the whole thing drop and pretending to just get on with it. She was arguing that they needed to practice defensive spells since it was supposed to be defence class.
"And who little girl, do you think is going to attack you that you'll need to defend yourself?" Umbridge demanded 'sweetly', but it was obvious that Hermione had finally annoyed her. Lyra saw it as his friend finally getting a little wise on authority not always knowing what is best.
"V-Voldemort…!" Hermione suddenly hissed out, which cause all but Lyra, and surprisingly Umbridge to flinch at the use of the dark jerks' name. Lyra was impressed that her friend had the gul to use the name. "Lyra saw him rise, didn't you, tell her," she said turning to Lyra pleadingly, the class looking over with Umbridge to.
Lyra sighed as she looked at how smug Umbridge was, and she could have just said no or shrugged and stayed quiet, but Lyra still loved her friend so decided to somewhat come to her rescue.
It was with an impish smile that Lyra shrugged. "I don't know about Voldemort…" she said causing some more flinches. "I'm sure ol' Baldylocks has pathetic little minions for that sort of thing," she said, shrugging and even shocking Umbridge. "However, I do believe defence class is NOT solely around for dark wizards the likes of Voldemort or the many other douche-nozzle dark overlord wannabees," she said with a delightful smile as she was surprised that fewer people flinched at Voldemort's name that time. "However, what about your average muggers, thieves, rapists, and murderers? If anyone believes that the world is only fluffy kittens and rainbows without Voldemort; they're more incompetent than you-."
"That will be a detention, tomorrow, Miss. Potter!" the 'teacher' said so smugly.
"That's Miss. Avalon!" Lyra corrected coldly.
"Detention Sunday on top of that, Miss. Potter for speaking back to your superior!" Umbridge said coolly before turning to the class with a greasy 'sweet' smile. "Now, don't worry children, nobody is going to hurt you, and you should not believe the words of foolish people like Potter, spreading lies about the return of a certain dark wizard."
"Excuse me Miss. Umbitch!" Lyra interrupted with a cold smile and causing the class to gasp and the teacher to turn to her in anger. "I have never publicly made such claims of Voldemort's return, and I don't plan too," she continued, shocking her further. "And you think you're my superior?" Lyra laughed. "I'm afraid I can't make your detentions as I have better things to do, and we could perhaps take this up with my solicitors, but I have to wonder how that would look, and whether you could afford their bill once they're done with you," she said and the woman took a slight step back with anger in her eyes. "In addition, since it seems that you plan not to teach your 'chosen' subject, I'm using my right to refuse to continue with your class any further, goodbye!"
Lyra then threw her book into her bookbag and got up, turning to Lavender to see her packing her bag to and standing with her looking extremely rebellious as a few other students stood with them. Lyra smirked before they walked passed the remaining stupefied students to the door to find Umbridge blocking their path.
"You're not going anywhere," Umbridge said smugly throwing a stunning spell at Lyra with her wand. Lyra suddenly had a strange white and black wand in her left hand and with a flick she dispelled the 'teachers' attack, causing Umbridge to step back finally looking really worried.
"That's why you need defence lessons," Lyra said smugly. "To be honest, I was just going to sit through your class and ignore your slander and defamation. However, I've decided I'm not going to now, and if you so much as think you can attempt to assault one of the students at this school again, bitch, and I'll have you arrested!"
"You won't get away with-!"
Lyra glared at the woman as she went to use another spell with her eyes near glowing with strength.
"Move!" Lyra ordered and the woman staggered back away from the door as her wand cluttered to the ground, giving them all room to open the door and leave without further interruption.
However, Lyra was surprised as she walked with Lavender and Parvati giggling like they were on an amazing adventure to see Hermione following them looking as if she was committing the greatest crime on Earth. Then came several more people, a few other girls, Gryffindor and Ravenclaw, but only Ravenclaw boys left with them, probably appalled at the lack of tuition, and the Gryffindor boys were dirt with quite a lot of the school right then, so they likely hadn't the guts.
Lyra smirked as this could work out better than her original plans. She had to adapt to changes and understood that she was only human and prone to not being bullied by a woman who was so much weaker than her. Lyra took a moment to think it over as she might be able to get rid of Umbridge if she could play this right; she just needed to get the minister involved enough to come to the school.
"Lyra!" Hermione called as she jogged to catch up with her looking nervous. "Umm… maybe… I'm sorry, okay, you were right, Umbridge doesn't deserve any respect, and. Well, you should still tell Dumbledore where you've sent the Dursley's so he can get them back… I think… maybe…? Dumbledore says you're only safe while…?"
Lyra turned to Hermione so abruptly that she flinched even though Lyra was smiling brightly. "Do you think that they've been arrested for no reason, and taken away? Is that how you think of the non-magical people? That's racist Hermione, and I think you've lost something. You're always so eager to learn, yet you forget about science and technology, and all the cool things out there..."
Hermione looked away confused, her face scrunched up in thought. "B-but magic is better…"
"If you say so Hermione, it must be true," Lyra replied chuckling as she pulled out a white device and push with a of a button, clips and parts clicked out and lit up a holographic screen with a little green fingerprint symbol on a real screen before the hologram popped up with Lyra's phone home screen.
Hermione could only stare in awe as she looked at the strange device in surprise and confusion as it showed a webpage (and worked at Hogwarts). Hermione was shaking slightly as she looked at what was on the screen. Hermione's eyes widened as she looked at the page, reading. Lyra scrolled down the holographic touch screen for her, (she couldn't quite figure it out). It was a S.T.A.R. Labs Wikipedia page, showing a few pictures here and there of things she couldn't explain to herself before getting to a picture of a young man in his early to mid-twenties.
He was good looking, Hermione couldn't help but noticed with a blush, but she could clearly see the resemblance to Lyra – the eyes, and that I'm awesome arrogant smirk they both seemed to share.
"T-this is your, brother?" Hermione asked, confused while Lyra nodded, and even Lavender and Parvati were checking out the picture before Lyra closed the app and found a proper picture of Harry with Lyra and Seraph, and a picture of Amanda. "This one… wow, except for the hair, and her lack of freckles you look so alike… a-and this is a hell phone?" she asked sounding confused.
"Cell phone, Hermione," Lyra replied startling Hermione as her eyes widened, shocked she called a muggle thing by the wrong name like a pureblood. "or, mobile phone is something the British call it more often."
"I-I don't understand," Hermione said baffled. "Is this magic?" she asked as she looked the screen over and even Parvati and Lavender looked as curious.
"No," Lyra replied. "This is a hologram," she said with a shrug. "Harry's a big-time computer and technology expert," she said proudly. "He specialises in animatronics, holographic tech and programming and computer hardware."
"I see," Hermione mumbled while looking baffled. "But… I… I… I think I should have seen things like this… maybe… and know what they are, but it's like I just. I mean it's like I'm not supposed too."
"You're not," Lyra answered with a sad shrug. "Look at it this way… with this mobile phone I can instantly communicate with millions, no billions of people all over the world whenever I want. Whether that's voice communications or written. I can look up anything I want in seconds by just asking it, and access the planets networks. I could play games, write a story if I wanted, and take pictures, still and video with audio and much more, just with this phone.
"Yet, answer me this, Hermione," Lyra said taking her phone back while smirking at the girl. "Are owls really that convenient or secure?" she asked laughing at the idea as her phone refolded and she placed it away. "What should happen if a scientifically advanced civilisation, even if it's only a small portion of children a year, but what would happen if they joined a primitive world where technology didn't exist?"
Hermione looked surprised as Lyra led into the Entrance Hall. She then looked thoughtful as she thought about the answer. "Umm… well… I would have thought that technology would follow them. They wouldn't want to be kept in the dark, segregated from their family…" she trailed off with her eyes wide open as she looked around at everything.
"Exactly, Hermione," Lyra said with a smug grin. "The muggle-born's would be controlling – or at least much more in control of the Magical World already."
"B-but no," Hermione said as they stopped, shaking her head, tears in her eyes. "T-then… they're using magic to keep us under control. If that's the case, we should go to…" she trailed off as Lyra gave her a look. "But he already knows… he said there are two prophesies. He told Ron and me that one concerns you defeating Voldemort but the other ends our world."
"Maybe it means as we know it," Lyra said while shrugging. "I woke up from the lies, Hermione, darling, and Dumbledore's afraid I will wake everybody else up. I don't think purebloods are affected, but I've noticed that muggleborns… well; they have started getting confused by the world they came from."
Hermione wiped her eyes as she looked to the other class-deserters as they stood a little from them in the hall talking and looking unsure about what they should do now they've left a class and followed Lyra's lead.
Smiling, Lyra wrapped Hermione in her arms, and Hermione melted as held onto her friend tightly. "Don't you worry, Hermione…I got this," she said pulling from her friends' arms and turning to fellow class deserters. "Don't worry about anything," she said with a small grin. "I'm glad some people saw reason and had the guts to follow us out. I promise you shall not get into trouble. I have concluded that we should not let this bull shit continue. I shall only ask for you to follow me, down the rabbit hole... I had wanted a normal year, but Umbridge had shown she is out to get me, so fuck it – lets show them that we don't serve our government – our government serves us!"
"Y-you sure you can do this Lyra?" asked Lavender as she stood with her best friend and her twin sister. "That woman has so got to go down. She's disgusting, and vile. You only spoke the truth and she attacked you."
Lyra smirked. "I believe I can come up with something, fun."
Astoria Greengrass had just gotten to the Great Hall and sat down at the Slytherin table for dinner, trying not to look over to the Gryffindor table and look at her secret girlfriend. However, she found it odd that dinner wasn't on the table yet and looked around as the hall was quiet.
She looked to the front of the hall, surprised that the filthy defence 'teacher' was up at the podium in a raging temper. It looked like she was waiting for something and soon she got it as everyone was present and quiet.
"Good evening children," she spoke 'sweetly' making Astoria cringe at the babying and humiliating, disrespectful tone she used. "I just have a few things I wish to say," she said, and Astoria looked to the other teachers to see McGonagall looked furious, Dumbledore worried, and Snape smug. Astoria was surprised as McGonagall had her wand out and looked murderous, and it had only been a week since school started.
"During my year five class," she said before pausing for effect. "I had some troublemakers think they can get away with walking out!" she said not noticing the few people who were impressed, Astoria included. "Therefore, except one, they have detention with me for the next week, and the 'one', the ringleader, Lyra Potter shall be having detention from tomorrow until the end of the year."
"That's Lyra Avalon!" Lyra interrupted while looking unconcerned.
Astoria pouted as she thought Lyra was beautiful and felt a little jealous that Gwen and Lyra were such close friends, but she didn't think she had anything to worry about, but she had never had a friend like that before, even her cold and stand-off big sister, Daphne had a best friend. Astoria also knew that Lyra knew about her and Gwen and they had her blessing and support, which was extremely nice to know that Gwen had someone to talk to like Astoria had her amazing big sister.
"I don't have detention with anybody!" Lyra added. "As of this moment I'm not going to go to your classes or detentions as I have finally had enough of the incompetence around here, and I advise all of the student body to strike Umbridge's classes too!" she said turning to look around at the students.
"I don't know about all of you, but I am sick of this shit!" Lyra continued. "Not only this toad bitch, but Severus Snape telling us we're all useless our first ever lesson, picking on us and not even teaching us. Shit like them… I bet in the muggle world they would NEVER get teaching jobs, but here… no more, why should we have to put up with their crap!?"
"Yeah!" both Weasley twins cried out as they stood.
"We've had enough too," Fred finished off glaring at them.
"Let's strike both classes!" George agreed pumping his fists as he and his brother did their part.
"No more useless classes!" Susan Bones called out as she and Hannah climbed up onto their table. "Let's boycott these morons. Umbridge knows less about Defence against the Dark Arts than us, and Snape doesn't know how to teach!"
"YEAH!" more cheered out and stood, but Astoria stayed sitting with her house as she watched the other student's rebel, her girlfriend included. She would have stood too if she were in another house but-.
Her thoughts trailed off as her sister had stood with her best friend, and a few other Slytherin's followed suit, mainly girls, probably rebelling about the sexism in Slytherin. She hid her smirk as she stood and joined in the rebellion. If her sister was all for sticking her fingers up at the establishment, she was in too.
"We shall not let this school get away with this crap anymore!" Lyra called out over the cheers. "We're here to learn in a safe and happy environment, but all we get is this crap! I personally do not wish to continue this bull! I've stayed quite for too long now, letting Snape get away with being a jerk, and we're all guilty of letting Dumbledore keep the greasy twat around! It's time for change!"
The crowd of students cheered louder while Umbridge tried screaming for them to sit down, threatening detention and then expulsion. McGonagall and a few other teachers watched on, now looking amused, but Dumbledore looked even more worried now than ever. McGonagall shrugged as she sat back. Miss. Avalon had some ridiculously good lawyers at her disposal, and they would run circles around anything the ministry could try.
Lyra smirked as Umbridge tried to fire some spells, but some students had effortlessly subdued her and hung her screaming upside down from the ceiling. Lyra glanced at Snape to see absolute hate in his expression and her smirk widened. Lyra walked the length of the table to Umbridge, the noise quietening as she stopped by her.
"You'll be sorry, brat!" the woman spat out enraged. "The Minister will-."
"So ironic isn't it…?" Lyra interrupted. "Who could possibly want to attack us? Well… other than the muggers and other criminals!? I guess the answer is you isn't it!? Do you honestly think you're better than us?" she asked the last bit in a mockingly sweet and babyish voice that got the woman sputtering in fury.
"Let's party!" one of the Weasley twins suddenly called out to cheering and screams.
Lyra was all for the party and soon the House Elves had sent up tons of food and the twins somehow got some loud music going. They just moved Umbridge out of the way, but left her wand-less and hanging, her screams drowned out by the music and rowdiness. Even the few people, mainly Slytherin's who didn't rebel were ignoring her and having a blast with their friends.
It was amusing for Lyra as she admired how confused the teachers looked. Though, a few had seemingly shrugged and joined in the party and grabbed some food. They didn't seem to know what to do, but none of them even looked to want to free Umbridge and Snape had just stormed off. Lyra found it amazing that they could possibly have finally gotten Snape, and she only threw him under the bus because it seemed like the right thing to do – plus an alternate version of him pissed her off when she heard what he did.
"This is pretty cool, Lyra," Hannah said with a smirk as she joined her friend where she sat on one end of the Slytherin table drinking a half-pint goblet of butter-beer. "I can barely believe this is happening," she added as she sat up next to her with her own drink smiling.
Lyra couldn't help but grin, laughing. "Hey, I just wanted to be left alone. They bring this crap down upon themselves," she said shrugging just as Luna hopped up and sat on the table the other side of her.
"But this is more fun-," Luna said as she snuggled up to her friend.
"I must admit, I'm impressed!"
They were interrupted by a brunette Slytherin girl with dark skin and near black eyes as she smirked at Lyra while hanging off the arm off her pale-blonde best friend and held the hand of a girl with short ruffled brown hair and seriously outdated huge glasses. Lyra hadn't really spoken with either of them before, but she had no choice, looking over at Tracey, Daphne and Kennedy.
Lyra jumped down from her seat and Kennedy's piercing dark eyes widened as she squeaked in surprise as Lyra stole her huge and ugly glasses and threw them across the table leaving her blurry eyed.
Kennedy's two friends looked angry as the small quiet girls' eyes watered and she was on the verge of crying before Lyra pulled out a spare pair of black framed glasses. She smiled as she slid the glasses onto Kennedy's face, over her eyes and balanced on her small nose and ears seconds later.
"There, that's better," Lyra said with a smile as Kennedy looked surprised, blinking tears away she looked around with ever widening eyes as everything was so clear. "They have self-corrective lenses; you can have them. You look cuter now," she said shrugging at her look, and causing her tan cheeks to light up.
"Wow," Tracey said looking at her friend. "They do make you look cuter," she readily agreed. "I didn't know there was such thing as self-corrective lenses, and why are they so small anyway?"
"They're muggle-made," Lyra answered her to their shock. "My brothers company makes all sorts of crazy stuff that doesn't use magic."
"W-wow," Kennedy said blushing a little more. "T-thank you," she said with a soft bow of her head looking grateful. Lyra smiled and was surprised by the slight Spanish sounding accent but looking a little closer she wondered how she could have missed her Hispanic looks, obviously diluted a little by one parent being European.
"You're welcome," Lyra replied with a wide smile.
Lyra loved making adorable new friends.
