CyberTech Worlds Clash
Chapter LV
The Lost House
Lyra Avalon was having a pretty amusing day as some Ministry goons and the Minister himself came to visit the school. It was quite amusing how easy the Minister went from angrily wanting to arrest the whole school to docile puppy in the palm of Lyra's hands, as this Wednesday morning was going well for her. In fact, the whole week was going great, as Sunday she found out she had two new adorable little brothers, and she had some good news the day before from her dear friend, Zatanna once she got back from another world with Lyra's new sister who didn't know about all of that yet, so that would be fun when they got to hang out, and maybe Lyra could go and convince Holly to join her at Hogwarts.
"Now Minister," Lyra said with a sweet smile as they sat in an empty classroom together with Cornelius Fudge looking confused and a little scared. "I really don't have anything against your administration as such," she lied off the bat. "However, your recent actions in Umbridge's appointment to teacher worry me and others too.
"She has no qualifications, and I've dug up her OWLs, only to find she failed them with T's," she said causing the man to squirm. "Which, by all logic means she didn't go on to even do her NEWTs, so listen up because I'm going to help you out, before you meet my lawyers and they have to help you out instead," she said with a slightly wider grin while Fudge squirmed more as they were alone in an empty class with his people waiting outside.
The Minister wouldn't admit it but he was certain the Girl-Who-Lived could crush him into oblivion, and he had only just found out that Gringotts had not renewed contracts with the Ministry, and some of his people discovered it was at the behest of something called S.T.A.R. Labs for which Gringotts Law was now working, which meant the Ministry would have to use some smaller European firms that weren't near as qualified. Fudge was near certain that this mysterious brother of the Girl-Who-Lived was behind it all, and Fudge did not want to go against that if he could help it. Discovering some extra facts, at the last minute as Miss… Avalon so 'kindly' handed him over some papers to read put pause to his previous anger. He couldn't afford to be rash anymore.
"It seems you need to understand something's," Lyra said whimsically. "I don't trust Dumbledore any more than you do, but I do trust that he doesn't want to rise up and take over. He has enough power that he could have just ran against you last elections and let's face it, he would have won, hands down, landslide victory no matter what party he made up on the spot."
"What are you getting at Potter?" Fudge demanded, angry at that slight.
Lyra grinned, shrugging, amused. "That's Avalon, Mr. Fudge, but that's beside the point. I want Umbridge out of here first, and I'll get the new teacher to replace her."
"Okay, she's gone," he agreed thoughtfully. "Just make sure the new teacher is not Dumbledore's," he quickly added.
"Good," Lyra said. "My next top priority is getting rid of Snape and replacing him with someone who can actually teach a lesson, even if we have to get them on-job training."
Again, Fudge nodded quickly. "Okay, but I'll lose support from the Malfoy's for that."
"Oh, don't worry; he won't be an issue because it will be much more worth his time," she replied while grinning. "I want the same as he does. I want Dumbledore gone – all his secrets revealed to the world. I know, it's not going to be easy, but it could be, at least to get him out of the school. If you bring a new educational law... just a sneaky little insignificant bit about grades-. If the schools' grades are low, it can only be because of the headmaster's poor choice in teachers, which is why you personally saw to it that they were replaced. Don't you think that will look good in the papers?
"Cornelius Fudge, Minister of Magic, fights for your children to be well educated, huh?" she asked, smirking, amused as she saw the cogs turning in the minister's head. "While Albus Dumbledore doesn't care and uses the children's tuition fees, the magical government kindly supplies, from taxes and charitable donations to give his friends an easy pay check tormenting children, and abusing their position? To get Dumbledore, you need to go after those he gives a get out of trouble-free unlimited card. They are his weakest spots, Minister, and even Mr. Malfoy will see that and let Snape lose everything just to destroy Dumbledore."
Honestly, Lyra was near certain that Dumbledore would weasel out of it, even if the board of governors suspended him for an investigation into the countless complaints Dumbledore had no doubt ignored, and laughed off as 'misunderstandings'. At least it would be Snape's end, and the authorities could swipe Snape as soon as he wouldn't be missed. Then, it would damage Dumbledore's reputation at least.
Lyra could see she had sold Fudge the idea the moment before the man even spoke. "Yes, yes, that will teach him for spreading nasty lies, and trying to make you lie too."
"Of course, Minister," Lyra said as she hopped up from her seat. "Well, I suppose we have some work to get on with then, don't we?"
Fudge nodded his head greedily as Lyra left him alone, walking passed the aurors guarding the door, and she chuckled to herself. Some people were so easy to manipulate, especially when they were greedy little twerps like Fudge, and you stole all the 'good' lawyers. The idiot thought he was going to win an election again, as if.
"Lyra!"
Lyra was interrupted as Hermione called her, flushed in the cheeks from rushing to catch up with her in the corridors.
"I-is everything okay?" Hermione asked, latching on to Lyra's arm, as she had been rather clingy since she had her eyes opened to how ridiculous she had been acting towards her friend. "I mean we're not all in trouble, are we? Dumbledore came to me and tried interrogating me. He thought I knew where you had been during the summer, but the strangest thing, after some staring at me, he suddenly believed that I didn't have a clue."
"Oh, that, he's been raping everyone's memories for years," she replied with a shrug as Hermione's eyes widened in horror as she realised, all those times, even if she had sided against the crazy old man straight away, he would have seen her secrets. "I know, the piece of filth has no boundaries."
"B-but everything?" Hermione said sounding and looking sick while Lyra nodded just making her seem worse.
"Yep," she shrugged and grinned. "Possibly, but I know he has no interest in those ones you will point blank deny even if I walked in on you with flushed sweaty cheeks, moaning with your hand up your skirt, and it doesn't even work like that anyway."
"Lyra!" Hermione reprimanded overly embarrassed. "I do not do that sort of thing."
Lyra just laughed more; rolling her eyes as she put her arm around her friend's waist and spanked her butt lightly while sniggering. "It's a perfectly natural thing for humans to do Hermione," she said expecting some more reprimanding, but Hermione ended up cuddling Lyra's arm tightly to her body instead.
"When did you get so wise?" Hermione asked, trying to push back her blush as she couldn't stop thinking naughty things now, and had to curse her hormones, and Lyra for being okay saying such things.
"I've always been the wisest," she said shrugging. "I had just always had a reason to hide it. If I ever brought home a report card that praised me, giving me better grades than my cousin, I would go hungry for 'cheating'," she said which caused Hermione to grimace and feel even more guilty about how she acted before.
"Then," Lyra tried, pausing. "I guess, I thought if I tried too hard at school, especially after I met you… I hadn't had much in the way of friends, and after I saved you from the troll, and," she snickered while Hermione looked embarrassed.
"Will you ever let me forget that?"
"No," Lyra replied with a sweet smile. "Anyway, if I – well, I wanted you to like me, and your nerdiness seems to be your greatest pride, so if you didn't get to help me out all the time, you might have been a bit-."
"I'm ashamed to admit that I might have been-."
"Bitchy?" Lyra asked, and Hermione nodded, embarrassed. Lyra shrugged laughing. "Yep, but maybe with time you would have calmed down, but I really wanted to be great friends, and, well I missed you when you were being ignorant. I love you, Hermione, and I enjoy hanging out with you even when talking about boring things. You're a pretty great friend, and I can always count on you to be easy to embarrass, especially with how many times I've caught you with your knickers down."
"Lyra!" Hermione complained, blushing up her dark cheeks. "Thank you, Lyra, and sorry I was being a div, I love you too," she quickly added while looking more embarrassed.
Hermione giggled while Lyra gave her a cheeky winky air kiss when they finally entered the Entrance Hall and their faces dropped in horror.
"Oh shit," Lyra mumbled when they stopped with wide eyes to find a few Gryffindor's along with Astoria Greengrass and her sister Daphne, in varying degrees of states from bloody lips to whimpering, curled up to unconscious and worse.
Ron Weasley was one of the ringleaders, with Malfoy and gang involved somehow. Ron was holding Gwen up off her knees by her hair while she was crying out in pain, and Astoria had a huge hairline gash down the side of her face, bleeding, yelling at him in anger, firing spells, but an older boy was blocking them, sneering. Lyra thought Holly's world was bad, and then these pricks pull this crap.
"This will teach you, you traitor bitch for hanging around that filthy evil Slytherin!" Ronald yelled in his sister's ear.
"Let her, go!" Lyra's hiss was so full of anger and hate that her voice drifted the hall and it quietened them in a moment.
Ronald looked up smugly. "I don't have to do anything of the sort!" he sneered as Hermione let Lyra go as she saw the danger in her eyes. "She's been running off to meet this filthy Slytherin!" he hissed, pointing at Astoria while her eyes were near alight with fury and tears. "Professor Dumbledore warned me about this bitch corrupting my baby sister, so I told everyone, and they were not just hanging around but... its sick, two girls kissing! You should thank me for helping you sort this out like a great boyfriend should! You wouldn't want this bitch trying it on with you, would you?!"
Lyra walked closer; her eyes were furious, and power flowed through the hall from her, and many of the instigator started looking concerned. However, Ronald looked so smug until Lyra walked passed Astoria, and broke the older boys jaw with a punch that crackled with magic and blood exploded from his mouth before she threw him aside where he curled up, wand forgotten, as he sobbed. They all gasped as Lyra kept on moving as if that was just a natural thing to go.
"Let her go, or I'll break your fucking face next!" Lyra hissed at Ron, enraged.
Ron looked startled and lessened his grip. "Didn't you get what I was saying; they were kissing and touching each other? They might try something sick with you, when you're going to be my girlfriend. Professor Dumbledore said they've both said that they love each other too, it's sick!"
Lyra's wand flicked out into her hand as if it had always been there, and with a swipe she had cut Gwen's hair shorter. Gwen fell to the floor sobbing while Ron went wide eyed as he staggered with the lost weight and quickly let go of the hair as it ignited and burnt. Then Ronald was hit by a banishing spell before he realised what was happening. He cried out as he smashed into the far wall, wheezing for breath as she held him against the wall.
"Anyone touch them again," Lyra said coolly. "I will treat that as if you dared attack a member of my own family!" she hissed out, hatefully as she walked up to Ron, and nobody moved much as they watched, terrified.
"Don't ever go near MY sisters again," Lyra said carefully as her wand was at her side but Ronald cried as the pressure pushed against him further crushing him into the wall. "Even breathe the same air as them, and I will rip your fucking nuts off in front of the whole school, and if you and I were ever the last two human beings on earth, the human race is going extinct!"
"Y-you've g-gone dark!" Ron stuttered out, terrified as piss puddled the floor from his robes. "Filth like you s-should be locked away!"
Lyra let Ronald drop into his own piss and moved away before looking around at the other attackers, but they took steps away, fear in their eyes, some believing she had gone dark, and others knowing this was what real love was, unconditional, unyielding, and unstoppable.
However, Lyra went to dodge a red beam when out of nowhere a transparent beam with feathers bashed into it and turned the spell into a flock of doves. Lyra looked up the stairs to see Albus Dumbledore looking down at four new girls in horror.
The brunette girl in the lead was smirking at her success, while the dark-skinned girl gave Dumbledore a look that could murder, and the girl with pink hair just looked amused, as if she was having fun, and the taller girl with blonde hair had a cold look aimed at the old man with her cool blue eyes staring daggers as she clenched her fists, as if raring to punch his lights out, and she looked as if she could too.
"Sorry to interrupt," Zatanna said smiling. "We've been waiting here for a while, mortified at such behaviour by that ginger boy. I would have stepped in sooner but the adorable red haired girl kicking ass got in first, but a cheap shot from a professor; maybe we should withdraw our transfers?"
Dumbledore glared as he realised the Minister had witnessed goings on too, as he stood to one side looking horrified, and even appalled, so Dumbledore saw no choice but to leave, and quickly rushed away, angry.
"Dumbledore can only take pot-shots with useless bigots!" Lyra sneered, looking around, enraged. "My warning stands now get out of my sight!" she hissed, and the crowd were quick to flee.
Lyra quickly made it to the Minister. "See, Dumbledore makes up lies to hurt those who speak against him, and if they were not lies, think, how would he know if not a bastard spying on everyone, keeping his reigns tight?"
"Yes, quite," Fudge said frowning. "Well, Miss. Potter… I mean, Miss. Avalon. I fear to leave but I must, I have my duties to carry out, and reports to file on this."
Lyra nodded as they quickly left and she turned to the four new girls. "Raven, Zatanna, Cassie, what are you guys doing here so soon, and who's your new friend?" she asked as Zatanna finally put her wand away, and Cassie turned a grin on Lyra and wrapped her in a cuddling. They were all wearing jeans and tees under their new Hogwarts robes.
"Figured you could use some more... magical muscle," Zatanna said while gesturing the pink haired cutie. "And we were told we should come in today to get sorted before classes tomorrow, and this is Megan."
"Umm... nice to meet you but," she said shaking Megan's hand while extracting herself from Cassie's boobs before she suffocated or something.
However, Lyra looked over as Astoria and Gwen were hugging and crying on the floor, and Ron must have snuck away, or Lyra might have beat him up some more. She walked over where Astoria's older sister Daphne stood, watching, looking uncomfortable.
"Are you okay their Daphne, you seem kinda out of it?" Lyra couldn't help but ask in worry while her friends followed.
Daphne looked at Lyra with a bruise on her right cheek, tears threatening to fall, she surprisingly latched onto her and looked scared, so Lyra couldn't help but hold her as she sniffled and tried to stop crying.
"I'm okay, thank you for doing that," Daphne mumbled into Lyra's neck as she was taller than the red head. "I love my sister, no matter what!" she said while taking a deep breath, pulling on Lyra tightly to feel her kind warmth and feel better. "I'm not like that bastard; my sister's happiness is all that matters, not who she's with!" she sobbed slightly while Lyra stroked her fingers through Daphne's hair.
"I think this girl is totally hogging our adorable, Lyra," Cassie whispered to Raven from behind.
"I know," Raven agreed coolly.
Lyra rolled her eyes while Daphne snorted a slight laugh. Lyra was surprised as she didn't think Slytherins had senses of humour. She sighed and breathed in Daphne's cool scent while stroking her long blonde hair because she didn't know what else she could do for her. Lyra looked around as Hermione was seeing to Gwen and Astoria, and she saw McGonagall having let Dumbledore leave by himself helping any hurt students looking as if she had aged an extra decade, and Lyra knew that McGonagall would do everything she needed to get rid of the old basket case now.
McGonagall surveyed the scene, feeling sick as she got some help from these supposed transfer students waking some bruised and downed students who had obviously tried to defend Gwen Weasley and Astoria Greengrass. She saw a world around her that was starting to make her sick and ashamed to be a part of it. She didn't really care whether Dumbledore was right, and the two girls had been sharing their time. It was their lives, no one else's, and they deserved to find what happiness they could in such a selfish world. She sighed as she looked to Lyra Avalon.
It had been horrible what happened. McGonagall had seen, but she had also had Dumbledore trying to lead her somewhere else. However, she had always had the teacher-radar for trouble, and then picking up fresh magic in the air she stormed off to the Entrance Hall to catch potential troublemakers.
If not for Dumbledore, Ronald would have been attacked by her, but then Lyra Avalon came into the mix. She had never seen her truly angry until this day. Sure, she had seen her yell, and all that, but this was different, primal. It was obvious to everyone, but Ronald, could detect the danger, and Lyra Avalon's presence engulfed the hall enough that she didn't need to shout to get their attention.
However, McGonagall saw it. The arrogance in Ronald's eyes as he actually believed that someone who cared for others like Lyra did would let anyone act like him to anyone. It was obvious that Lyra knew something about Gwen and Astoria already, and she didn't care one iota what Ronald thought, and didn't hesitate. Plus, that ridiculous boy thought for a moment that Lyra would ever be with him.
McGonagall actually felt herself flinch when Lyra knocked down that bigger and older boy with one punch. Lyra hadn't even given him enough time to use magic. It must be a humiliating way for one wizard to be defeated by a witch: without magic.
Then Lyra soon took down Ronald Weasley like it was child's play, and maybe it was to her as she had grown stronger. McGonagall had been about to shove Dumbledore when he had attacked Lyra, but the brunette new girl beat her to stopping it. She had to admit that though, very showy she was impressed with her use of magic.
Now McGonagall was not fully sure what she should or could do. It was obvious now for the safety of the students that Dumbledore needed to go. He was obviously off balance and she knew he was spying on everyone. However, the implications of that was dyer as it would mean things like the Chamber of Secrets in part were possibly orchestrated by him if his information around the school was that good.
If she found out that Dumbledore almost killed Miss. Weasley for one of his foolish 'Greater Good' schemes, she would castrate him before sending him to sleep with the merpeople.
At least the Minister and those aurors saw how off Dumbledore really was, and if not for Lyra, she might have started doubting 'his' return. Then another bonus, it seemed that Lyra had gotten Fudge to take Umbridge away with him, which was great news.
McGonagall sighed, but thinking, if Dumbledore was gone; she would have to get rid of Snape too. That was something else to look forward to, she hoped, but who could they get to take Defence Against the Dark Arts?
In the shadows, out of sight, and hopefully outside of any of the few powerful magicians now gathered in the Entrance Hall of the school sensing him, the older man watched. He had been getting bored so stepped through the cross convergence before it eventually got him. He knew it would get him as the worlds became one, but he could slip back and forth any time he wanted with his magical talents, so he wasn't worried, just bored and curious. He knew one of his students was on this side and felt it might be amusing to see what she was up to.
He had followed her as she was with some new magical friends, plotting to help out another hero on this side. He had been this side long enough to know that lots of things were the same while others were different, and he didn't want to know about the other worlds quite yet. Though, heroes also roamed this world, protecting it and saving people, and Harry Avalon, and Tony Stark had even managed to set up shop.
Therefore, he followed his student to this worlds Hogwarts, planning to surprise her and her three new friends in an amusing way when he got side-tracked by the vicious attack, by some nobody jerk with a serious boner for hating these Slytherin's, and everything not 'normal', probably because of that monster old man of this reality.
He had never understood idiots like him. They didn't make sense in their hate. It was bigoted. They screamed evil this that and the other about other people and then tortured and hurt people because they're different - pathetic.
It made him want to hit something, or the ginger. It was sickening as this was his own sister. People who could hate their own family like that never loved them, never cared about them at all, would murder them without hesitation. It was just plain wrong, and always made him want to go hunting purifiers.
He had loved his sister enough to break the world apart if he could, but she died while he was performing surgery on her. He was seeing red as he hid in the shadows, his magic raring to poor out, and show him that Dumbledore was nothing compared to him.
He was just about to interfere from his spot, and perhaps teach the brat some manners and respect, (by beating the crap out of him) when the girl, Lyra Avalon turned up and beat the ginger tosser up before he moved or let his magic be felt.
The doctor smirked as he waited and watched. He had to admit; after that foolish Minister left, he was curious, and managed to relax. This was certainly going to be at least in-part entertaining.
He was curious about how they were going to protect themselves from the senile old fool. If it wasn't good enough, he supposed he would step in and give them a hand, since he let Megan and her friends handle Dumbledore, since he knew they could take him if they had too. It would be the least he could do, as he knew quite a few curious tricks he had learnt since he became a sorcerer.
"This has got to be better than staying in watching cartoons," he muttered to himself, smirking as he watched as they started talking, and he was certainly interested.
"You okay there Professor?" the pink haired girl interrupted McGonagall of her thoughts looking at her in worry with these magnificent deep onyx eyes.
"Sorry, drifted off, lots to think about, Miss...?" she answered while phishing for her name, almost having forgotten they were all still in the Entrance Hall after the vicious display by hateful bigots.
"Oh, right," the pink haired girl said with an understanding smile. "I'm Megan Gwynn," she introduced herself. "This is my half-sister, Zatanna Zatara, and our cousins Raven Roth and Cassandra 'Cassie' Sandsmark; we just transferred from Prism High in Sacramento – it's not one of the 'great' schools, but it was nice. However, our parents work together for a muggle research company and got asked to run a new department here in the UK. It was an awesome opportunity for them especially, and since we got to be together, we didn't give anyone too much trouble, so here we are."
Megan handed McGonagall over the four scrolls she had in a blue pouch around her waist that obviously carried more than its size. "Sorry if it's a bit of a bad time, but, well they're our transfer papers."
McGonagall only gave them a quick glance before nodding. "Yes, I almost completely forgot with everything that just happened, but how do you know, Miss. Avalon?" she asked, curious and concerned as she saw them greet each other in a rather familiar way.
"She's a good friend," Zatanna interrupted looking at her with a fond smile, comforting the blonde witch, stroking her hair, and likely lavishing in the chance to lavish the girl in affection, as she was such a sweetie when she needed to be. "As Meg said, our parents work at a research company for Lyra's older brother."
"I see," McGonagall replied, hiding her suspicion as she really looked at these girls, though certainly young, Megan looked the oldest, but Zatanna looked to be the 'leader'. She let that bit go but realised they were here to watch Lyra's back, by their own idea, or someone else's plan she couldn't tell, but they did seem to be close friends.
"Well," McGonagall reclaimed their attention as she had been thinking so long, they had drifted. "I think as of now, all of you should stay in the Lost Tower, away from the likes of Ronald Weasley and anyone he might try riling up, if it accepts you."
"Lost?" the four girls asked, confused, and ironically lost.
"It looks over the lake, to the south," Lyra startled them as she interrupted, though Daphne was still monopolising her and holding her hand and arm tightly looking so confused and even more lost than this apparent tower, poor thing, and Gwen and Astoria had stood, holding each other as Lyra had checked on them, and she and Daphne fussed over them both.
Lyra smiled sheepishly. "I've never actually been there but, I have my ways. I could never seem to get there. The castle seems to move, like a labyrinth when you're almost there. I had actually walked through a door once and ended up the other side of the castle I was that close."
"Yes, well the castle will only let those intending to call it home in, not those who just want to explore," McGonagall said with a tight smile. "It was originally intended to be a fifth School House, but don't ask me who's. All I know is someone impressed the four founders shortly after the school was built, and before they started taking in students, to give them a house, which has never happened since. I understand it will always defend its residents, even from each other, if needed.
"It was supposed to have been a house for The Lost. Students who will never keep a set goal, those who are different. It's quite an interesting story of a great unknown hero saving Britain from something. I don't know much myself, just the bits I've managed to piece together, and I believe Dumbledore may have even tried getting there with no luck. It's unfortunate that The Lost House wasn't established before the founders falling out, so it was left a secret curiosity."
"Okay, then let's go, I really want to see this," Lyra said with a nod leading the way, they followed with Cassie happily stealing Lyra's free hand and looking smug. Lyra rolled her eyes at her crazy friend before she continued "If I read one thing in Hogwarts A. History, it's that the school will know, and hopefully, if I'm right, the house should recognise us, and have our stuff moved."
"Wow, you did read Hogwarts, A History?" Hermione said with a small smile as she followed with many other nervous and confused students. "It only has a small bit about The Lost in the back of the book, really small at the bottom. I actually needed to use a spell to make the words bigger, and that didn't say hardly anything."
"The Lost was said to have not been human," Daphne interrupted, sniffling, shocking them as they walked. "I read it in an old book at home. It was hidden in a library vault. That vault didn't even have anything else in it, just that book, but maybe my family couldn't bring themselves to throw away such an old piece of history or something, so locked it up, hoping no one ever knew the true history.
"It said The Lost was a being who fell from the stars in a lifeboat. The creature is said to have looked human, with pale skin and striking blue eyes, beautiful, and very intelligent, but she had powers too.
"She was stronger than a thousand men, and faster than anything," she said looking thoughtful. "However, according to the book she had been knocked from the sky by these white monsters. These demons had attacked England, and near conquered it. Then she came, The Lost while the monsters were attacking Scotland, Hogwarts was in their way as wizards and witches fought back.
"She is said to have fought these monsters, but it was hard, though fewer in numbers, they were said to be strong and have powers too," she said trying to think. "I think it said something about them turning into other things, like animals and people, and they had run from their own homes or something like that, and chose to take Britain for themselves. In the end The Lost had won with the help of the founders and their magic.
"I'm not sure but I think she was called The Lost because she might not have remembered who she was or where she was from. She was said to have been best friends with Rowena Ravenclaw as The Lost was the only creature on Earth smarter than her, and she found her fascinating. The end says that when the founders left the castle to the teachers, before The Lost House was properly realised because of Salazar's feud with Godric, The Lost and Rowena left together, never to be seen again.
"The book then starts guessing, saying that they both left into the sky after The Lost fixed her lifeboat, but I never imagined The Lost Tower really existed. I thought it was just an ancient book on myths. But maybe all of the myths in the book are true somehow, and purebloods want them forgotten?"
Lyra gave Zatanna, Cassie, and Raven a look each, and they both gave quick nods realising what must have been happening sometime after the school was built. It didn't take the smartest of heroes to figure that out, but wow.
It didn't take too long to get to the tower, but Lyra had found it odd that the paintings they passed were all completely still. It took a while to realise that maybe the school protected Lost Students from the staff and paintings too, from magic. It was going to be interesting looking around their new tower.
"Professor, aren't you coming?" Hermione suddenly asked, causing them to stop, looking at McGonagall as she shook her head.
"I'm sorry, but I can feel the castle telling me to stop here," she replied with a warmer smile than Lyra had ever seen. "I was into myths and legends when I was at school, and I was fascinated by The Lost, which is why I heard of this place, and I have never seen it. However, you'll get that privilege as the first members of The Lost House of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and maybe someday, her myth will become our history as it should have been. You are The Lost now."
Lyra nodded as she turned back and continued leading them on. They left McGonagall behind and turned a corner, continuing. They were reaching what looked like a dark dead end, when torches lit up in a large closed off alcove, and the closer they got the more drifting colours ran the wall ahead, like giving them a glimpse of something more to it, welcoming them home.
The wall opposite looked bare at first, but as they got closer, they started seeing some colours until finally, stepping into the alcove, two beautiful statues stood either side of a mural on the wall of the rounded alcove, of a beautiful woman, both statues floating and made of marble.
The mural made eyes widen as it was a huge S in a diamond shape with reds blues and yellows, so beautifully crafted out of thousands of tiny tiles. Then looking at the floating statues they had the S engraved onto the robe she was wearing on her left breast side in black and white.
"Oh, shit, The Lost was kryptonian!" Lyra couldn't help but cry out in shock even though she had already begun to suspect it was still shocking to see the actual truth. "Then that means the white monsters really were white Martians, and the Earth barely escaped invasion."
"W-what's a kryptonian?" Daphne couldn't keep from asking as she shivered, as she thought the white monsters were real, and by the sound of it, the way Lyra put it still around.
"An alien… a being from another planet," she replied awed as she went to touch the symbol on the wall as Daphne and Cassie let her free from their hold to step forward. "They were Martians, persecuted by their green relatives… but this… this was the Hogwarts House of El!"
"House of El?" Hermione asked confused as she looked closer, and stopped Lyra by her arm, and with tears bubbling her eyes as she looked at the mural as it was beautifully lit. "I remember," she said, watery eyed. "I remember them, Superman, the Green Lanterns, Wonder Woman, and the Justice League! T-they made me forget it all... my life, the real world. It explains why my parents have been looking at me worried when... they had tried. They had shown me the news, everything, but I wouldn't look at the TV or listen to it; I dismissed it as nothing."
"Umm... now we have the Teen Titans and Young Justice League too," Lyra said with a smile, relieved. "I'm glad you've woken up; thinking about that..."
"I remember too," interrupted a boy from behind. Lyra grimaced as she forgot there were others too. Colin and his brother, and Neville, Levander, and Parvati, and quite a few others from Gryffindor who had been present as the whole event seemed to have been separated to Gryffindor and Slytherins, and nowhere near all of them or they would have quite a few extra Gryffindors, and maybe even a few extra Slytherins, and Colin looked on the verge of tears. "T-they were my heroes," he said wiping his eyes. "I just forgot... what the fuck did these bastards do to us?!" he demanded breathlessly.
Lyra sighed, thinking. "I'm not sure, but I think the fact that you're waking from the spells means that some kind of magic around this tower is... protecting us, washing us of unwanted magic, but now you know, it shouldn't be able to take effect again."
"Let's go in," Zatanna said just walking at the wall and through it. Lyra shrugged as she followed with Daphne. It felt cool stepping into the wall, and then they were through in moments.
It even made Zatanna, Lyra, Megan, Cassie, and Raven gasp. They walked out onto a high up open plan landing with a large platform lined with bookshelves circling a huge chamber like common room, stacked with books and crystal tables with comfortable looking white chairs lining the shelves, padded with white leather.
However, that wasn't the most impressive. It was the matte white crystal floors, and huge staircases in sections. The lower level had many tables and chairs with comfortable sitting areas around the large fire with white fluffy carpet, and crystal screen above the fireplace. The walls were this same white with images, such as the S and a few still portraits of her friends.
Then behind the sitting area was a large hung still painting of a beautiful red-haired woman with the S on her robes, smiling, smiling at another woman, a blonde with Ravenclaw crest while they cuddled, and smiling back, the best of friends or something more, it was hard to tell but it was nice thinking about it.
They could see two other open plan staircases leading down, all, theirs included having vibrant red carpet down the centre with the S in yellow in the pattern. It also had some glass doors on both floors leading out to large verandas. Then there were doors to bathrooms and the dorm rooms, leading around the corridors.
"Dam, this place is huge," Lyra said looking up high at the huge crystal chandeliers hanging from the ceiling, and they didn't have candles in so it could be alien technology as they lit the common room. "This tower puts Gryffindor's to shame!" she couldn't help but say in amazement.
"Wow, so definitely kryptonian," Raven couldn't help but say as she had somehow slipped into Lyra's space and stole her right hand to hold while she got the chance. "But maybe we should find our rooms and take a look around, or vice versa," she said reasonably. "We have our stuff, shrunk, we should see if yours has been brought by the school yet."
"Right," Lyra said leading them all down the stairs where she really took note of several large round tables with the kryptonian S on them in the centre in black, and seats rolling around them where students could sit and do their homework.
"Well," Lyra said with a grin. "I say we find our rooms and get some sleep. I'm sure Gwen and Tori need a long rest after today..." she said trailing off as Astoria and Gwen weren't listening as Gwen was admiring her new hairdo in a mirror and Astoria was complimenting her.
"Maybe not," Zatanna said holding in her snicker while Lyra rolled her eyes. "By the way Lyra, nice punch on that guy earlier. I actually winced."
"Well, lets see," Lyra said while shrugging and pointing to one of the doors. "That one is the boys' dorms, and that makes this for us ladies, later guys," she said as the boys and girls split up and went their separate ways.
It was amazing once the girls reached the next floor up, and down the corridor was what looked like frosted white crystal sliding doors, leading to the dorm rooms. The walls of the large open corridor were a soft blue and there were some tables and chairs in a circular area.
Lyra led the party of explorers, and they looked into the first door they came across that had 'Year Four' written on a plaque. It slid open for them and their jaws dropped as it led out into an artificial park with soft grass and beautiful flowers, and large four-poster beds with soft white sheets, and a hot spring for bathing, and an alcove that lead around to where some toilets were kept.
The room was warm and airy with the 'sun' out and comforting, which was just a special light in the rooms ceiling. The room also held some closets and draws as well as desks. It was all simply amazing and comforting.
"Whoa, this probably out awes all the other house dorm rooms combined," Gwen couldn't help but say in awe when she noticed her trunk in here with another and looking grinned. "Tori, this is so ours, look see," she said as it only contained their trunks as they were the only fourth year girls in The Lost House so far.
Astoria grinned when she rushed over to Gwen and the others just snuck out leaving the girls too it. "Don't have too much fun, ladies!" Lyra called back as the door was closing behind them and the other girls joined in on the snickering while they had both blushed brightly.
"Whoa," Daphne muttered, wide eyed, as they found the year five dorm, they would all be sharing, and she just beat everyone too it. While Astoria and Gwen's dorm was a cute little meadow, the fifth years dorm was an adorable mountain retreat. It was outside, in short grass on the side of a mountain, with some rocks stepping up to a large hot spring, and an alcove of open communal showers curving around the hot spring, and another alcove turning out of sight that led to the toilets.
The sky looked beautiful at sunset, streaking across many different colours throughout the, 'ceiling'. There were nine beds in a semicircle; four one side, and five the other side facing each other with closets, draws by the beds, and desks with some chairs near the door.
However, they were obviously higher in the tower than they thought as it had doors, leading outside onto a huge veranda overlooking the Dark Lake below. It was seriously impressive the contrasts from the mountain backdrops to the warded door that when opened they realised looked out but not in as the tower was cloaked.
Lyra found her, Hermione's and Daphne's trunks and quickly took a bed by the veranda doors while Zatanna stole the one opposite with Daphne managing to steal the one next to Lyra, Raven reluctantly took the one next to her while Cassie pouted and took the bed next to Daphne, and Megan the next one over, and Hermione the one next to Raven with Levander and Parvati taking the last two opposite each other.
Grinning in joy, Lyra hopped up onto her bed and sat once she kicked her shoes off with her legs crossed on the bed, as it was freshly made with soft white sheets, bedding, and curtains around the four-post bed, tied open, like the House-elves had gotten there ahead of them just to clean the place up, and she was sure they probably did.
"I can't believe how cool this is!" Lyra said happily. "We have our own hot springs to bath in and everything!"
"That is awesome!" Lavender said with a grin as she hopped up to sit with Lyra on her bed as she had already gotten rid of her shoes by her own bed. "We only have a couple of days until the weekend where we'll actually have time to use it, and look how huge that thing is, big enough for three times as many girls."
Cassie looked it over as she had removed her shoes and hopped up to lie back next to Lyra on her bed while the other girls crowded round while taking off their shoes, and sitting with Daphne on her bed or sitting up with Lyra like Raven sneakily did.
"It is rather early," Cassie said thoughtfully looking at her watch. "We could lie back in the spring and relax a little before we have to get to bed."
"I'm in!" Lyra agreed as she hopped up and rushed over to the hot spring to see whether she could figure out how to get it full of bubbly water, as it was all magic, and magic tended to do lots of cool things, so it had to have water jets somewhere, or it could be alien science and do cool things, so they would have to figure it out for themselves. Unbeknownst to Lyra a few of the girls were blushing because their thoughts weren't quite as pure as Lyra's were in this moment.
Meanwhile, in another part of the school, Doctor Strange was dressed strangely in green and red robes, with a golden medallion around his neck. His hair was cut short and greying at the sides, black on top with a slightly greying goatee beard around his mouth. This castle had been frustrating as it wouldn't let him get to The Lost Tower, he heard them talking about earlier, probably because he wasn't a member.
He had already given up now as he made up some fake papers and searched for that Deputy Headmistress. He would just say that Lyra's brother sent him, and he was sure though Harry didn't that he could either speak with him first, or Harry would just lie if she contacted him first, as he had met Harry a couple of times so far.
Though it was still early evening, Stephen Strange was surprised to see the Lady McGonagall was still awake, as he would have wanted to crash after all that annoying Dumbledore business. He knocked on her office door, as she was still working, as this side didn't yet hire extra teachers to help with the ridiculous workload. McGonagall looked at him as her door hadn't been closed properly, unsure for a moment when he entered and handed over his fake papers. She looked them over and then gestured for him to take a seat while looking so tired and frustrated.
Stephen watched as McGonagall sat back and looked over his papers for a moment, and went over his magical 'diplomas' and 'degrees' as he took the offered seat opposite her desk. "I see, so Mr. Avalon was contacted by Miss. Avalon to find us a teacher outside of Ministry or Dumbledore control?"
"That's right, Professor," he said in his calm and natural way. "I am Doctor Stephen Vincent Strange, and Mr. Avalon was kind enough to send me this way, as I have finally decided on a change in career so studying to pass on my knowledge, and here I am, Professor."
"You can start right away?" she asked, for once hopeful as she didn't want the other teachers splitting the job, or worse, Dumbledore taking it.
"Of course," he said with a smile, shaking her hand - that was easier than he had thought, but he could see how desperate the poor woman looked.
Back in the Year Five girl's dorm, Lyra sighed in relief, with a light blush to her cheeks as she slid into the hot springs in their new room as it had some gentle bubbles from hidden jets, and a small waterfall refreshing the bath with perfect warm water, but it was so crystal clear even with jets that it was amazing and soothed the aches of the day wonderfully. Her friends were already in the tub completely nude, and Lyra had mocked Hermione a little as she thought you bathed in the tub wearing a swimsuit. They were all blushing to some degree, a few a little more than necessary as they watched Lyra sliding into the tub, and sitting back relaxed as the bubbly water caressed her muscles and washed away the strain of the day. Though, they had first had to have a quick shower to make sure they didn't trail any dirt into the bath, but sitting back and relaxing was the best.
Raven was one side of Lyra making it obvious that she was pushing her large chest into her right arm while sitting as close to her as she could without sitting on her lap. Then Lyra had Daphne the other side of her nearly doing the same as she seemed quite a bit more uncomfortable with being the only Slytherin, and was being rather clingy to Lyra, while some of the other girls were pouting as they were too slow to get a spot either side of Lyra, as she was rather popular, especially with girls, even if she was ignorant of that or at least pretended to be to not hurt any of her friends' feelings by accident.
"S-so, they're magical superheroes?" Hermione asked after a few minutes of relaxing and gesturing the other girls except Daphne, Lavender, and Parvati. Lyra nodded her head as it was hard to hide Megan's wings, and Raven didn't want to keep up her illusion if she didn't have too while in the privacy of their room. "Well, that explains some things but let me get this straight. Another universe… I mean, another four universes, similar but vastly different to ours, some in different time zones, are fusing to ours, starting with the Earths, and then when the Earth, or Earths have converged into one it is theorised that both universes will centre in and bind within moments, changing all these universes vastly?"
"Girls on the ball," Zatanna commented with a lazy grin from where she sat between Megan and Hermione, slightly amused with events.
"So, Lyra, what did you do with the Dursley's?" Hermione asked, curious and for the first time since Lyra knew her, she showed a spark of anger directed towards the Dursley's as she finally believed that they were the scum that Lyra had always portrayed them, and she knew she was probably understating matters.
"Oh, that," Lyra replied sheepishly. "Since Dumbledore kept springing them from jail, we kind of made some deals with the Guardians of the Green Lantern Corps to have them sentenced off world. So, they let us send them to jail off planet, since this world doesn't have anywhere secure enough yet."
"Wow," Hermione said with a sheepish smile. "That would certainly stop Dumbledore in his tracks," she said with a nod of approval. "So why can't we lock up Voldemort there too?" she asked reasonable.
"It's only temporary," Zatanna said. "Once the Zone has been completed, they'll be relocated until Dumbledore and his idiots are out of the picture, and then they'll be taken back to a normal prison. They were tried and sentenced in space, and that will stand once they get back as per MPF guidelines and our deal with The Lanterns, and it's an open and shut case anyway; they even admitted to it without any coercion, as we watched it together via comms. for Lyra to testify… it was ridiculous."
"The Zone...?" Hermione and Daphne both asked, curious as Daphne like Lavender and Parvati was getting quite the shocking course on reality not being as simple as they had all hoped, and Hermione was catching up as fast as she could.
"The Zone Super Villain Prison," Lyra answered, smirking smugly. "It's designed so that powers can't get out, but also so they can't get in. With top security programs against mind buggery, so the likes of Dumbledore won't be able to get in to free anyone, but-."
"-not be able to get out either!" Hermione answered Lyra's unfinished sentence with wide eyes. "The computer systems can't be controlled like people, so they would be able to detect what was going on and then lock out anyone under another's control and set off the alarm systems where super powered people can come prepared to take them down if the normal guards can't."
"Clever vice," Raven commented with a nod. "But then it will also have automated computer defence systems that will open fire with machines first, as places like this are built to hold the most dangerous types of beings, which is really anyone with any kind of special power, or humans and aliens who have exceptional talents in being arseholes."
Megan moved closer to Raven nodding her head. "Yeah, it's going to have some improved systems over those of the Crater, back on my side of the convergence," the pink haired girl said seriously. "I just hope it can actually do its job better than when the Crater first went online. But every high-tech facility has its teething problems, and the Zone is an upgraded version of the Crater, so it should be fine."
"So, is there a me on the other side?" Hermione asked, curious.
"Yes," Lyra answered for the candy-pink haired girl as she looked unsure. Hermione turned to Lyra with wide eyes. "You look slightly different… you know, especially since you're white, and in your twenties," she answered her unasked question, and Hermione wasn't the only one to have her eyes almost pop out of her head. "She and you are two possibilities, and she works for my brother at CyberTech in R and D in magical research, but she's in her twenties anyway as their world is a few years into our future if that makes sense? It means that our world's time-lines run differently to each other - not that that is odd as the multiverse is quite strange as some worlds are decades behind others, or centuries ahead."
"Okay, so the universe just got weirder!" Hermione commented unsure whether that was a good thing or bad before she grimaced as she thought of something. "Wait, then the other Earth's magical worlds will come over here, and what will happen... two Voldemort's and two Dumbledore's… or more?!"
"Oh that!?" Lyra asked in surprise as she hadn't thought about it. "The Voldemort and Dumbledore from my brother's world, are serving life sentences for crimes against humanity along with a shed load of other things you would rather not know about. As for the other Dumbledore and Voldemort we know about, Harry's on it, otherwise the other worlds don't have a magical world like ours, and one's a thousand years into the future anyway, and their magical world isn't a threat. I'll get you some reports on that if you want because explaining that world would take ages."
"What about the other me...?" Daphne suddenly asked, wondering whether she wanted to know.
"You and Tori work at Hogwarts!" Lyra said while shrugging impishly while Daphne looked surprised. "I looked into it when I found out about Tori and Gwen! You're teaching runes while Astoria is a librarian, and Tracey is with you starting a new job soon as Den Mother to some unruly Fifth Year girls."
Daphne looked relieved while Lyra pulled Daphne into a quick cuddle before she realised, they were both naked and let go, blushing sheepishly.
"That world has changed a lot," Lyra said quickly. "Hogwarts has been taken from the magical world and changed. The school's new headmistress isn't even a mage. They had lost so much hope that they were so eager to hand themselves over to a new power that showed them hope, and relit their fire."
"B-but this Hogwarts is different?!" Lavender suddenly interrupted in question. "Dumbledore isn't as bad here, or at least not yet, and they still have hope and believe in... you Lyra. There are so many people who still believe in you."
"W-what would happen if that Hogwarts came over now?" Daphne asked timidly as she snuggled up to Lyra, a little and pushing her nice plump breasts up against her left arm.
"The distortion field over our Hogwarts would knock out every magical ward within one hundred miles," Megan answered knowledgably as Lyra didn't look to know the answer. "Then your magical world will likely attack ours and get their asses handed to them, and good people will go to jail because they will follow the ministry or Dumbledore because they had yet to be disillusioned by them."
"T-then that's why you're here Lyra, isn't it?" Hermione demanded as she looked at her friend in a new light. "You didn't need to return, but you did because you had to protect people from their own stupidity and ignorance. You returned to be a fourth party; to try showing them that they have another choice because they still have faith in you!"
Lyra shrugged sheepishly. "Hey, the people are idiots. They still live in the mindset of black and white. They don't see that they could be so much more, not yet at least. But anyway, I think we have classes to get too in the morning..." she said as she looked at her imaginary watch while her AI companion Eli gave her the time. "So, we need to get to bed soon or we'll be sleepy in the morning," she said with a sheepish grin as some of the others looked disappointed, but agreeable.
Lyra stretched her muscles the next morning, and felt well rested as she finished her shower, and happily got dressed like the rest of her friends. Their uniforms were the same as they had been except; they now had a new badge on them. It was a white upside-down diamond with the S in black with a three-D carved look, and black outlining the shape. She felt quite a bit more special having the House of El symbol on her chest. She bet Supergirl and Superman would be shocked when they heard that a member of their family had lived on Earth centuries before them, and was an awesome hero too.
The 'Lost' students were given plenty of weird looks, as they sat at a new table the school had given them. It had white banners above with a white background and black S in the centre of black outlined upside-down diamond like on their uniforms.
Lyra was surprised by the whole thing as the table was in the direct centre, between the other tables, and though Dumbledore looked like he was close to bitching he didn't, yet. Even more, students that had not been able to follow them before because they weren't there were nervously sitting at the table as they saw it with relief having had their Hogwarts patches changed in the middle of the night; the world had changed.
The hall was chattering quietly while Lyra sat next to Susan Bones and Hannah Abbot as they were two of her supporters and wore their new house patch sitting at the new table. They looked very relieved to see Lyra, and hugged her with big sighs of happiness.
"W-what's going on, Lyra?" Susan asked quietly.
Lyra grinned at her while some others leaned over to listen, Neville Longbottom and the Weasley twins across from them with them in that, and even three extra ex-Slytherin girls. Tracey Davis who was a cute girl with her hair cut short and ruffled with brown skin, and Blaize Zabini who was a beautiful girl with midnight dark skin with long smooth black hair tied at the bottom near her butt, and framing her face rather well. Then the cute Hispanic, Kennedy Cross, she proudly enjoying the new glasses Lyra gave her. They were sitting with Daphne as they were likely her closest friends, and they obviously chose her side as they each had the new patch on their robes.
"Well, this is the House of the Lost," Lyra said, seeing some recognition from some purebloods who heard some half-assed legends, so she continued. "The Hogwarts House of El. We have a whole new tower. The Lost was a special case and the founders gave her a house of Hogwarts, and her house has finally been unlocked."
"Wow..." Hannah said with wide eyes. "That is so freaking awesome!" she declared in a joyous whisper as she looked around as the breakfast hall had quietened as Dumbledore stood at the head table pretending, he was a nice old man and not doing a very good job of it he was that angry with everyone with the new white and black patch.
"I believe that some of our school believes that they can change house whenever they want," the old man said, smiling in amusement, but it didn't quite reach his eyes. "However, unfortunately without a head of house, I cannot permit the ancient and lost, House of the Lost to accept students, and cannot offer the position to one of the other teachers, as they had graduated in another house… the school wouldn't allow it-."
Dumbledore stopped talking in that instance as a man suddenly interrupted as he walked into the hall through the large open hall doors. He was over six-feet tall, and nicely dressed in a black suit with white shirt and black tie with black shoes, and a black robe that was left open as he walked with purpose and power, as he no longer had anything to worry about as he spoke with Harry Avalon that morning, which was why he was a little late to breakfast. He had deep blue eyes and a black goatee moustache, and grey sides to his black hair.
The man came to a stop before the teacher's table. "Sorry I'm late Professor Dumbledore. I just wanted to sort out a few things before I begin!" he said smiling sheepishly.
"Who are you?" the old man asked, confused as he detected an American accent.
"Doctor Stephen Victor Strange," he replied with his smile still in place. "I mean, Professor Strange! Has Professor McGonagall not yet informed you that she hired me last night to teach Defence against the Dark Arts?!"
"He hasn't given me a word yet, Professor Strange!" McGonagall said with a tight-lipped smile at the old man. "This is Professor Strange. I hired him last night, and the ministry has approved his appointment as our newest teacher."
"Oh," was all the old man could say. "Well, thank you for taking the position on such short notice," he said without meaning it while the new Professor took his seat at the teachers table before the old man turned back to the school. "Well as I was saying, since the teachers all graduated sorted members of a house, they cannot be head of the Lost House as it is against the rules, and lore the school runs by, so I ask you all to abandon that table and return to your former houses where you'll be happy."
"I don't mind being head of their house!" Professor Strange suddenly interrupted before Lyra could get a chance to become the head of house, if she could find a loophole in time. "I never did go to Hogwarts, being an American, so consider me a member of the House of the Lost!" he said looking to Dumbledore; he looked more than just very smug.
"Yes, I suppose," the old man said with a strained smile before looking back at the students as some were openly laughing at him. "Well, have breakfast, classes start shortly," he said and finally breakfast appeared on all five tables and chatter broke out louder than before.
"I can't believe Doctor Strange is here!" Megan said in awe from her seat next to Lyra. "He taught me to use magic back on... well he was my teacher," she said excitedly. "I bet we'll learn lots of cool things with him teaching us magic; he is the Sorcerer Supreme after all."
"A high-end title that actually means something," Zatanna commented with a nod of approval. "I bet my dad could get that title to if he wasn't stuck with that helmet being Doctor Fate," she said pouting sadly.
Lyra reached over and took her hand, smiling. "Don't worry Zatanna, I'm sure everything will work out in the end, and maybe Harry could tempt Fate with a superior android body some day!" he suggested reasonably.
Zatanna smiled at her and held her hand over the table. "Thanks Lyra, you really know how to make a girl feel better."
Meanwhile a little down the table Luna Lovegood was with Gwen and Astoria checking them both over for injuries as they had been telling her about the dorm, she would get to share with them soon.
"I do not believe that Ronald and his brigade of jerks left any scars when they hurt you," Luna said happy as she had been so worried when she heard about the attack. She cuddled them both happily while Gwen was laughing as Astoria didn't know what to do. "I'm glad Lyra knew what to do… she is so amazing. I can't believe how evil Ronald could be though, but even more, Dumbledore, teaching him to be evil... that is just not right at all."
"W-well I'm expecting mum to storm in here at any mo-ment!" Gwen said as she paled as she tried to wish it all away as that very thing was about to happen and she didn't know what her mum would say or how she would act, but knew it wouldn't be good.
The large ginger woman stormed into the hall followed by the ginger boy, Ronald the piece of shit Weasley with smug and arrogant grin on his chops.
"Guinevere Weasley, you sick and twisted little girl!" the woman snarled out as she swiped out her wand when suddenly Lyra was over the table standing in her way with her own wand held loose within her right hand.
"Don't, Mrs. Weasley!" Lyra said coldly as she stopped, the hall had gone quiet enough to hear a pin drop into a bucket of water. "Wash your hands of her for all I care even though that will prove you know no love, and I bet your husband never would, but right now, she is MY sister, and I will defend her even if it means kicking your arse out of this school, because I'll happily take her in!"
"W-what are you talking about, Lyra?!" she demanded with narrowed eyes. "This girl is consorting with Death Eaters, and... girls like... that... it's disgusting. Then to top things off, Ronald is attacked by her!" she declared before she stopped as her twin sons were also in the way either side of Lyra, and she had never seen them looking so non-joking; she had never seen them looking dangerous before.
"No mother!" George said coolly. "Our sister is not disgusting. I was confused about this at first, my sister, loving another girl like that but I thought about it and really couldn't see a difference with who she loved as long as they loved her in return."
"We are members of the Lost House now, mother," Fred commented whimsically. "It shows we have something more to give than what was, and maybe it is time we move on with the world, like it or not mother we will not let you harm our little sister!"
"Fred, George, Lyra; get out of my way!" the woman spoke dangerously, and the twins almost did through conditioning alone, but they stood their ground. "I will reclaim her tuition fees and have her removed from this school, and maybe sell her to earn some extra-!"
The hall froze, not because of those words but because of the momentary spike of power that enveloped them, and everyone looked to Lyra in shock as her breathing was ragged and her eyes were glowing with golden light. She reached into her robes and pulled out a large pouch of gold and threw it at Mrs. Weasley, knocking her in the face she fell to the floor crying out in pain with a broken nose, blood spilling from it.
"Take the gold, you greedy piece of shit and get the fuck out of my sight!" Lyra hissed dangerously. "You come near our sister again, or even the twins and I will rip out your twisted heart and feed it to Ronald!" she spat out and Molly Weasley quickly grabbed the money and pulled herself to her feet and ran out leaving Ronald to look at Lyra in terror. "You too Ronald because this school doesn't cater to filth like you, unless you want to face my wrath!"
Ronald ran, and fast, fleeing the hall after his mother and all was quiet for a moment. Lyra turned to see Gwen was curled up in Astoria's arms in tears. Lyra took a few deep breaths and patted the twins on their shoulders, calming them as they looked so angry before they reclaimed their seats and the hall started speaking quietly awed by what they saw.
"Don't worry Gwen!" Lyra said as the noise started getting louder and reached out where Gwen reached back timidly taking Lyra's hand, with Astoria taking her other hand and looking so grateful. "You'll be fine coming to stay with me, Gwen, and I think I can invest in the twins a little with their joke shop ambitions."
"R-really, Lyra...?" George asked in shock while she nodded with a small grin. "Thanks, you're like the coolest sister a guy could ask for."
"Hey!" Gwen complained slightly as she wiped her tears while they turned to her. "Well, okay, Lyra is cooler than me, but only by the smallest of margins," she said causing a few laughs.
"Anyway, thanks," Fred added in his thanks too.
"Don't mention it," Lyra said, "but maybe you should stay over Christmas, and I think I know of a couple mischief makers you might like to meet!" she said with a knowing grin. "I hope that everything will work out in the end, but Dumbledore's most fanatical will never come around, and will likely end up in jail or something like that."
"Well, maybe that's where they belong," Fred said sadly.
to be continued…
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