Chapter 2

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28thJune, 1995

A gust of salty wind blew by her face making her shiver. She looked around from where she was standing. Her storm-grey eyes took in the surrounding. She was standing by a sea. The cliffs behind her looked haunted. No, she thought, something is wrong with this place.

Something was wrong with the place. Dark magic floated in the air, she could feel it. She entered the dark cave slowly and cautiously. As she passed, she could see several runes engraved upon the walls of the cave. Dark runes, she realized. Her body moved forwards and she could suddenly hear something screaming.

She took a step back, then another. And a voice whispered in her ear, "Go away, sweet girl, this is no place for children…" She whipped around, trying to locate the voice. "Did you not hear me, sweet girl? Go away… Go and play with your little friends…" The same voice whispered again.

She tried to say something, but no sound would come out. "Hmm… You are a stubborn one, aren't you? Greyback's handmade item… I can smell you… you could do great things with me… we could take over this world together… you have so much potential… wasted… wasted for Dumbledore…"

WHO ARE YOU? She screamed inside her head. "Come on, sweet girl, let's play a game…"

And then suddenly, something was surrounding her, she was choking and gasping for breath and the slithering voice chuckled and a hand grabbed her neck and she screamed soundlessly and…

"LYRA!"

Lyra Cassiopeia Vance woke up gasping and drenched in sweat. Mad-Eye was shaking her and handing her a glass of water. She drowned it all in one gulp. Mad-Eye looked at her worriedly. "Girl," he muttered, "Are you alright?"

"Yeah," Lyra breathed, "Yeah… I'm fine, I'm fine…"

Lyra had been having these nightmares for a few days. She knew the reason, of course. Four days ago, she had been going through a book about the Shafiq family when she had passed out after a strangling sensation. Mad-Eye had woken her up hours later. When she had sat upright and looked into Mad-Eye's face, she had known. The event that she had been suspecting for many years had happened. Lord Voldemort had returned.

Lyra wiped the sweat off her face and handed the glass back to Mad-Eye, who stomped out of her room. She got up and pulled her wand out of the holster, walked up to the mirror and looked at her disheveled hair. She casted a few charms at her hair, and dried her sweat.

Well, she thought and screamed, "Happy fucking Birthday to me!"

Below, she heard Mad-Eye cough.

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This was a super short chapter, which is because I've got loads of homework to do. And please, leave a review.