A/N: This chapter is somewhat... melancholic... And it took a lot of time to write. But, it is important. And please leave comments, as we authors need comments to go on.


Lyra sat near her window, letting the chilly night breeze hit her face. She was thinking about what Dumbledore might have said to her mum for her to act like that. Earlier, after Lyra came back, she was sitting on the couch and waiting for her mum to come back. She came back in around 20 minutes later, but her face was pale as paper, and as soon as she saw her she panicked. After that, she just said goodnight and left.

Could it be something about that Phoenix mark? Or was it something else? What kind of matter could actually shake her mum like that?

It would be nice if she could talk to someone about this. It was obvious that her mum was out of the list. Susan was her sister, they always play with each other and all, but she didn't feel comfortable sharing these kinds of things with her. She has always told Susan only happy things. She had never told Susan or anyone else when she was feeling troubled. Not even her mum.

Lyra was someone who took others' feelings into account, although it was limited to only the people close to her, she never wished to tell them and kept on bottling up her feelings.

Whenever there was a social gathering, all those people talked behind her back. Though she had always pretended not to care, was it truly so? She has always told herself that 'It's okay, they can say whatever they can say, it doesn't affect me', but was it really okay?

If her father was here, would the situation be the same? If he was here, would he protect her? Would he comfort her? If her father was here, her mum probably wouldn't have been worried even in the worst kind of situations, right?

She never complained to her mum about these things, because she knew that her mum also had many problems. Her mum also missed her father, her mum also face such ridicule, and been more so, her mum had a very exhausting job which always kept her busy. So, how could Lyra complain?

She wasn't that close to Hannah, so she didn't even consider her. Meanwhile, Daphane was studious just like her and was also close to her, she couldn't tell her. She just couldn't. Because she has always hidden her lonely, crazy, and insecure self behind her somewhat cheerful personality.

Not even her mother can tell that she's sad if she decided to hide it. She had never wanted her mother to worry about her. It would only add to her troubles.

And, Susan... was a child. Just like her. Moreover, when compared to Susan and Harry, Lyra considered herself lucky. The two of them lost both of their parents to Voldemort. Harry's condition was even worse than Susan's. He had been abused and had been left to starve. But she has at least her mother's company and she had always lived in luxury. How could she complain? She must even be thankful that she had all of these.

But still, somewhere deep inside her heart, she longed for someone to be there for her, someone to whom she could complain.

She slapped herself hard. What was she even thinking? She already had a good life, but not only she wasn't feeling thankful, but she was also thinking of being a burden to them.

At this point, she had already forgotten that she had left her room's door open. And her eyes were already brimming with tears.

Suddenly, she heard someone talk.

"Lyra, I wanted to thank you for all the things you've done to help me... That's why - Wait, what happened?" Harry came into her room and noticed that she was on the verge of tears.

Lyra tried to calm herself down. She couldn't let anyone see her crying. She shouldn't complain as there were people who were in an even more difficult situation than her. She had no right to complain to Harry who was in a worse situation than her.

And just at this moment, she felt someone's hand on her shoulder and raised her head to look at Harry; and she heard him say, "What's wrong?"

What's wrong?

It was just a single question. But, it was the very sentence she was secretly longing to hear.

When someone pents up their feelings for too long, even at the slightest trigger, they tend to break down. And Lyra did.

She cried.

She didn't make any sound, but the tears just silently flowed out.

Harry was baffled at this situation, he didn't know what to do. He never had someone to comfort him but he instinctually felt that he should hug her. And he did. He patted her back as she cried.

After a few minutes, Lyra finally calmed down. She looked Harry straight in his eyes and with a weak smile she said, "Thanks Harry...". And she meant it.

"Hey... It's alright. Besides, you have helped me a lot already. This is nothing compared to what you've done."

They both were silent for some time, and then Harry decided to break the silence as he asked, "So, what happened?"

Lyra looked hesitant about telling him but finally decided to tell him.

After hearing all that, he said "It's nothing wrong. It's okay to cry, Lyra. And you are not a burden. Do you know something? Actually, you are like the north star to me. When you helped me... You don't know how much it means to me... To know that your whole life until now was actually a lie until that moment. I was lost. At that time, you became my friend. Just like how the north star gives direction in the dark night, just your presence was enough to calm me down."

"So Lyra, remember this, you are not a burden and you are my star"


Somewhere near Greece - Albania border.

A butterfly with large scaly wings covered with colorful and iridescent scales could be seen flying in a grassland. Soon it flew away towards a couple of wither trees. As soon as it entered the vicinity of the trees, it was burnt to a crisp and lost its life.

A gigantic manor stood alone in the groove of withered trees. With its expansive space, it could even be considered a castle. Whether it was the dark blue-grey walls or the lack of light source in the manor, made it feel like it was abandoned a long time ago. It was dark into the night leaving only a brightly-lit moon as the source of light. Heavy droplets of rain and occasional thunder and lightning didn't help to alleviate the creepiness of the place.

At the entrance of the manor, there was a statue of an old man with a long beard and a gigantic snake near him.

Suddenly, from the inside of the building, a blinding light came and went off.

In a room inside the manor, a man who looked around the age of late thirties was sitting in the middle of a complicated rune formation. There were many circles drawn in blood. He opened his eyes slowly and got up from that place.

"Now that I've healed my soul again, I can perform the ritual to help me locate the person. This matter cannot wait any longer", he muttered to himself and went into another room. This room also had ritual circles and runes but these were different from the ones from before. This one looked more complicated. In the middle of the ritual circle, an Orb filled was placed.

He walked to the center of the room where the orb was kept and slowly placed both of his hands on it. Then he started to chan some words for the ritual. The crystal clear orb slowly turned cloudy and towards the end of the ritual, the orb began to clear out as it showed Diagon Alley, and then it showed a silver phoenix mark.

"So, this person lives somewhere near London? He or she also has a silver-colored phoenix mark?"

"It's decided, we are moving to London," he said as he wrote something on parchment and owled it to someone.


(A/N: At this point, Harry is only touched and considers Lyra as his first friend. So, I don't want to hear something like, "They are only 11" or something like that. He didn't even realize that he said, "my star". He was just telling his honest opinion of her.

P.S: It was so hard describing that stupid creepy manor. And the poor butterfly...)