Wands And Dragons
Restrained annoyance is what was sucked up inside of her body, perhaps that wouldn't be the word to describe it, but the way people were speaking to her brother was…quite an irritation, it felt like she was sucking in their praise and formes it into annoyance.
''Oh? I didn't know the Boy Who Lived had a brother! Who would've known!''
Lyra has been told that multiple times by now, and it was starting to grate at her.
It was also rather odd, she's always outshined her brother, from academics to… funny, she can't really think of anything else when she puts her mind to it.
Her brother has always been slightly average in the brain department, perhaps slightly above in some subjects, whereas she was consistently at the top.
Hell, she had the opportunity to skip a few years ahead, but her foul relatives denied that probably because they wanted to keep their boring sense of normality.
Like the old fools, they were.
That brother of hers also looked rather… boring, just another face you'd see in a crowd, although his crooked glasses made him stand out, slightly.
Anyways, Fleamont seemed to be enjoying the attention, he was taking it with hidden glee, she just knows it.
''Little Mrs Potter, is anyone in there?'' A voice snatches Lyra out of her thoughts.
Dragging her two pairs of dark orbs towards the voice, and an older man was placed behind a counter.
A pair of silvery eyes with masked mischief in them were staring into what it seemed like her soul.
''Oh, I apologise Mr Ollivander.'' Lyra apologizes in a controlled voice.
Looking to the side where both her brother and Professor McGonagall were standing, the one thing that grabbed her notice forcefully was the long wand placed inside of his hand.
Ah, it's my turn, isn't it?
''Ah, don't worry about it, deary?''
Lyra throws her legs forwards until they land just under a foot from the counter.
''Is it my turn?'' Lyra asks.
''Indeed it is young miss.'' The way his eyes gleamed was slightly off-putting, even inhuman.
''I do wonder which one will choose you though.'' He hums out.
Choose me?
''Are you referring to the wands?'' Her eyes slip past him, venturing all away to the cases that littered over the place.
''What else?''
''Ollivander, we don't have all day,'' McGonagall announces her presence with barely suppressed sternness.
''Ah of course Professor.'' After his hands clap together he continues on. ''Let's find a user for its wand, shall we?
Lyra couldn't help but muse to herself at the man's strange behaviour, the way he articulated his sentences when speaking about those sticks, truly peculiar.
The Oliveranders feet glide towards one of the shelf's as if his shoes were roller skates.
His hands fly down with each individual case with great care, a disturbing smile plastered over his pasty lips.
''Could it be?'' He whispers to himself when his hand stops on a single case.
He drags the case out, his eyes gaining a calculating glint in them.
The elderly gentleman drifts back to the back of his counter with greater speed than before.
Lyra could feel a puddle of eagerness leek into her.
Sliding it out of the dusty case, his eyes twinkle like sparks of lightning.
It was long, probably as long as her brothers, if not even more so, and it captured her, she couldn't tear her eyes away from it, it was beautiful even if looked old and unimportant.
''Here we go.'' He places the wand in her hand and in an instant everything changes.
The previous power that felt uncontrolled and wild was sucked in, a dark aura that only appears for a moment, it only appeared for a short time frame so nobody saw it.
''To think that it's finally found its home .'' Garick murmurs.
''It's been here for a while then?'' Lyra inquires with a hint of curiosity that wasn't displayed on her face.
''As long as I've been on this planet.''
''Really? And nobody thought to take it?''
It was weird, nobody brought a wand that has been here for dozens upon dozens of years?
His silver eyes show something that almost looks like anger.
''Of course not! The thing that many people don't understand is that the wizard can not choose the wand, it's the other way around!''
Ah, I've found an enthusiast, haven't I?
His eyes calmed down, reverting back to those eyes you would see from an unusual uncle.
And no, not the perverted kind.
''Still, I never thought this day would come.''
Lyra guesses she understands that, if what he was saying was the truth then who knows how long it's been living here for.
A soft but rhythmic humming beat, yet on random it flies out of tune, however every time it does it quickly ventures back into tune.
''Today was truly a wondrous day.'' He sings out before going right back into humming.
Pieces of stringy grey hair shoots to the floor, a smile which could only be described as abnormal leaks past his face.
''Should master be informed?''
His humming takes a back seat, placing a more serious look on his face.
''Of course, of course, master will be pleased to know that one of the two Dragons has been taken .''
His eyes froze on the floor, his eyes that were so bright were being overshadowed by worry.
''Oh.''
A hand viciously attacks his hair, scratching more of his stringy hair off.
''On second thoughts that may not be so.''
Eyes that were drawn to the wand, showing a sense of familiarity, almost like she found some long lost family.
She's been gazing at it for what seems like an eternity, yet she couldn't pull away, it was like she was being sucked into a black hole.
It's been several days since she first laid her dark eyes upon it, even so, it was as breathtaking as the first time she saw it, perhaps more so.
The darkest of eyes leave her wand, and in a swift motion, they land on the books in her possession, multiple, sitting on the table that was just as clean as you would expect from a newly crafted one.
The wind blows the healthy grass, it was a park after all so there was a lot of it, her nimble fingers pressing on top of those old books with specs of dust on them.
Even if she couldn't use magic, with her wand at least, she still could study up on it, there's still a couple of weeks until school starts, and being left behind didn't sound appealing.
And studying magic was practically all she did, excluding the times where she examined her wand for what sometimes felt like hours at a time.
''Mind if I sit here?'' A sharp voice that slices apart the biting wind comes out of nowhere.
A man that was standing just by her bench while wearing a kind smile.
With brown hair, skin that wasn't pale or tanned, facial features that were the epitome of average, his body looked normal too, not fat nor skin, he wasn't unhealthy nor did he look like he worked on his body too much.
One word called out to her that described him perfectly was average, an ugly person would stand out more than him.
Just another person you'd see in a crowd, nothing more nothing less.
''I don't mind.'' She shrugs her shoulders without much enthusiasm, this somehow makes his smile shine even brighter.
''Thanks.'' He nods his head as he sits down opposite her.
Furrowing her eyebrows together, Lyra couldn't help but notice that this was rather odd, she didn't hear him before he made himself known, that may not sound like much, but she knows that her hearing is good, nobody tends to be able to sneak up on her easily.
And why would he decide to sit here? There were many other benches in this area, some may not be empty, but there were still a couple of free ones remaining.
Was she overthinking? Probably, but she doesn't want to risk anything.
Still, it's unlikely anything will happen, there's a lot of people around, and she's confident to be able to handle things if it heads south.
His eyes drop to the multitude of books sleeping on the wooden bench they were both sat upon.
''I didn't think you kids nowadays read.''
Well, they didn't, mostly, from what she's seen anyway, it's rare that she even talks to anyone in her age group, not even her brother who she rarely interacts with.
In fact, she probably speaks to more snakes than humans.
''I guess I'm the odd one out,'' Lyra whispers, her eyes still laying down on the books, wondering which one to pick up next.
Calling her the odd one out wasn't wrong, pretty much everything she did was considered odd, not that she'd have it any other way.
''You almost sound proud.'' He chuckles out.
Proud wasn't the way she'd put it, does she mind being the odd one out? No, although she doesn't dislike it either, she's just fine with it.
Her lips stay zipped up, wondering if the man will stop talking to her, she has some books to read.
''The Book of Charms and Spells? So you're into fantasy.''
Fantasy sure let's go with that. Lyra hopes that allowing a muggle to see a book of that nature is legal, even if she's read through a few laws of the Wizarding World, she hasn't yet memorised it.
''You could say that.''
Even if she rarely reads fantasy, and fiction in general, a white lie like this one wouldn't hurt a soul.
''I remember when I was s around your age, maybe a bit younger, I had a fixation for Fantasy, it was the only thing did in that time, wasn't a big fan of Magic though.''
Lyra may not be an active consumer of Fantasy books but she knows that magic plays a huge role in it, perhaps it was because she found out she was a witch not too long ago but she took offence to this.
''And what is wrong with magic?''
Perhaps she was getting too worked up over such a minor thing, no, she knows she was.
The brown-haired individual shrugs his shoulder carefully before responding to her question.
''Well, it's just not my cup of tea, I've always preferred the more hands-on approach of things.''
''You mean like punching?'' She asks awkwardly.
Punching was boring to her, magic just seemed like a grade above brawling, her nose wrinkles at the mere thought of being in a street fight.
And that definitely wasn't because of her laughable physical attributes.
''Could be, I'm more of a weapons kind of guy though.''
Her wand is a weapon though, even before it she knew what she now knows as magic was a weapon, she's used it as such a few times before.
''Magic is a weapon though.''
And far more dangerous than some measly sword, some of the spells she's read about are truly dangerous.
''I mean in the physical sense, mages and such are always portrayed as such wimps, a glass cannon if you will.''
Am I being personally attacked? Because it certainly felt that way to her.
Before she could respond to what the man said he says something else.
''Let's just agree to disagree, neither are us are going to change our views.''
Lyra just noticed something odd about this, he wasn't treating her like a child, this wasn't a bad thing, it was actually the opposite.
Most adults, or even older children talked to her as if she was some idiot, their aura, they looked down on her.
But this was different, not that she was complaining, it was refreshing in a way, even if this conversation was about something so petty.
Spin...Spin...Spin…
A long beard that was more silver than a certain wand maker's eyes, which was also twirling around with as much ferocity as a tornado.
If only this could last forever
An elderly man was spinning around on a chair at blinding speeds and a smile that matches his current emotions with ease.
But eventually, he cancels out his little adventure by pushing his boots down to the ground steadily.
Now that he stopped moving around sporadically his appearance was far more visible.
When the elderly man returns back to where his chair should be, multiple figures enter his line of vision.
''Ah, I almost didn't see all of you there.'' He responds in a calm and steady voice, not bothered that he was caught in what many people would consider an embarrassing position, especially considering his advanced age.
Nobody responded to him so he continued on.
''So, how was it? My dancing that is.'' He asks as his eyes sparkle brighter than any star could ever hope to reach.
Minerva McGonagall coughs into her hands before some words escape from her throat.
''Professor Dumbledore, is there a reason why you called us here?''
Oh yes, I did that, didn't I?
''Who's to say I had a reason in mind?''
He may just want to speak to his colleagues, being the headmaster can get lonely at times.
''Then I'll take my leave.'' A man whose most noticeable traits are his stringy dark hair and that nose which was even more crooked than his own.
You can't escape from me so easily, Severus.
''I never said that there wasn't one.''
Interlocking his fingers together like a newly finished puzzle as his hands smack down to his desk.
The four heads of individuals each House hook their full attention on him.
''Have all muggleborns been notified?''
Each of the four house heads visits every last muggle-born that has been invited to Hogwarts, and inform them of the basics and such.
Most accept, but the ones who don't get their memories wiped and a seal is placed on them, suppressing their magic.
An untrained wizard or witch could become dangerous in the long run, it's even killed someone muggles before, even if it was only unintentionally.
''Is that really why you called us here?'' The head of Slytherin asks, eyes darker than his greasy hair, narrowing towards its target, which was Dumbledore.
Quick-witted as usual Severus
''Professor Mcgonagall, you met with the Potter twins, did you not?''
Even if they weren't twins that's what most people knew the two as, the ones who knew of the 'saviours' sister.
The darkness in Snape's eyes expands and expands, sucking in the hate that was forced inside of his heart.
''I did Professor Dumbledore, you were the one who asked me to do so.''
I was?
''So, how were the two of them?''
He hadn't seen them since they were little babies after all.
''You aren't playing favourites, are you?'' Snape sneers while his eyes are still weighed with an ounce of vexation in them.
''Of course not Severus, just call it an old man's curiosity.''
''Well the brother was as expected, I have a feeling that he'll be quite similar to his father in a few years time.''
''Who would've known that arrogance is something that could stain your DNA.'' Snape comments.
McGonagall throws a glare that isn't so hidden as she would've liked at the Slytherin.
Before an argument could erupt Dumbledore asks for her to continue.
''And what about the sister?''
The way Mcgonagall's expression changed was worrying, but he doesn't pay attention to the feelings that were bubbling up.
''She wasn't… as I expected.''
The beating of his heart increases, the bad feelings of his rise and rise until they reach the top of his chest.
''In what way?'' He questions carefully.
''I… uh.'' She looks off in a distance which just makes his emotions want to explode.
''It's not bad, she was just slightly off?''
It felt more like she was asking him than he would've liked.
''Off? What do you mean by that?'' Dumbledore throws another inquiry.
''All of the muggle-borns I go to have an air around them, some full of excitement, mystery, disbelief, every single one I've met had one of these aura's
But the thing is, Lyra didn't, if I didn't know any better then I would've guessed I was talking to someone older, perhaps an older teenager.''
Oh. That brings back some memories from his past, unfortunate ones at that.
Trains, Lyra has heard the name spoken a couple of times, but she's never actually rid on one, although it would be a lie to say that she wasn't at least a bit curious about what one would be like.
Lyra hadn't even left Little Whinging, until last month at least, she would be fine if she had to never return to that crusty old town, there was not a thing about it that she liked regarding that place.
Luckily for her, she won't have to return for a long while.
Standing behind her was that brother of hers, funny considering he was the older of the two, his lips switched into a giant grin, probably at the immense hero worship he was receiving.
Of course, it would go to his puny little head, it's the only thing that the little moron could ever hope to be.
''Hmpf!'' Her arms cross, not wanting to think about that worm any longer.
Swarming past her notice was that boy with the glasses stuck to his face.
''Isn't this just so great!
Darn, the worm is talking to me, isn't he?
Her skinny arms fall down to her hips, her dark eyes not moving towards the green-eyed annoyance.
''Do you know what else is great?'' She chucks this question at him at full speed.
The Male Potter's eyes flash, his smile somehow becomes even more egocentric, making her desire to blast him apart, or maybe she could find a snake to gobble him whole.
''Let me guess, are you about to say books?''
Although he wasn't wrong that books were much more entertaining than his presence, there's something else she would much prefer.
''Close, but not what I had in mind.''
Now that he mentioned books she's in the mood to read something, preferably something magical.
''Are you going to tell me or not?'' Fleamont asks with a piece of entitlement cracking into his voice.
''You see your face has always bugged me, but now I think I have a fix for that, if you would, please drop dread, that would be greater than any book I could ever hope to find.''
Perhaps that was a bit harsh, but Lyra was fuelled with a flood worth of annoyance.
''Shut up!'' Fleamont shouts, his face becoming red as an apple from the mixed emotions he was feeling.
She tilts her head to the side, eyes that show enough emotion that some people may think of her as a doll.
''What? You seemed like you wanted to know.''
If looks could kill then she would've died multiple times over.
''What's your problem with me?''
She looks to the train track as they keep on waking, some people start gawking at their little argument that was getting louder and louder by the second.
''Don't pretend that you don't know.''
If Fleamont dares to say that he doesn't she might actually just use some magic on him.
''Are you still on that? Something that happened so long ago!?''
The way he said it just grinded her gears some more, it was as if he didn't think it was a big deal!
''Of course, I am you moron!'' Her voice raises in volume for the first time, some anger dripping into it.
She is really tempted to just push him down as payback.
''I know what it is, you're jealous aren't you?''
Jealous? As if!
''And tell me, dear brother, why would I be jealous of you? Of your ugly glasses?''
Fleamont pushes his glasses up, his footsteps start to become heavy and wild stomps.
''They aren't ugly!''
End...End...End…
''Keep on telling yourself that you flea, look at this, it even fits your name.''
Flea-mont, it did fit him like a shoe, he was annoying as one, after all, no that would be an insult to all of the fleas around the world.
''Are you really so jealous that you're trying to bully me?''
Bully? She wasn't one! He wasn't even worth her time.
''Please explain to me what I am supposedly jealous about?''
Lyra couldn't help but have some curiosity about this, even if she had an idea of what it was.
''Because I have something that you will never get!''
He doesn't dare! He better not say what she thinks he is.
''I saved everyone!''
God damn it, he actually said that, her already dark eyes become more and more shadowed.
''Are you really so arrogant to believe something so nonsensical?''
And nonsensical is what it was, she doesn't believe that he saved everyone, only an idiot would think so.
''I knew it!''
Blood thumps its way through her body until it finally reaches her neck all away to her face, it at least felt that way from the way her body was warming up.
''I'm not- jealous.'' She grits through her perfectly white teeth.
Her dark eyes switched to the same shade of blood, but just as quickly as it came it disappeared just like the harsh and inconsistent winds.
When Fleamont tries to respond she beats him to it.
''Do you even regret it?'' Her voice is much more composed than before, it was quite embarrassing that she got so, so angry.
Lyra thought she was better than that, perhaps some training might help.
''Regret what? What do you mean?''
Lyra resists the urge to click her tongue and smash some spells into his body.
''Don't pretend that you don't know.'' Lyra is aware that he knows what she's talking about.
His shoulder slump so far that she wouldn't be surprised if they hit the floor.
''How am I supposed to know if you aren't willing to tell me?''
Even if he hadn't said it directly today, he referred to it.
But could it be he was referring to something else? Could it be that he's actually forgotten?
That makes her heart freeze over colder than a winter's day in the midst of Iceland.
''Is that so?''
Her shadowy eyes were flickering into a red colour for a second or two, most people who saw it didn't think much of it, it must've been the light or something along those lines.
''Shut up.'' She silences her foolish brother before he could say anything else to further anger her.
Fall!
Her fingers snap together which unites the laces on his shoes, they extend and extend until they wrap around his small legs, and when he took another step he tripped over his feet.
Blocking out of anything that dares come out of that filthy mouth of his, she doesn't want to hear it or some puke may just come out.
Ignoring the smashing pain in her chest, she used to think they would patch things up eventually, and going to a magic school together may have just been the thing to fix it, but she would not allow that to happen, she will not approach him again, he doesn't deserve that.
Her eyes felt heavy as if a pair of weights were placed upon them, flickering eyes, turning them off and on, until that weight disappears.
I hate him.
She doesn't look back now, forwards is the only direction she dares to move in.
And she wouldn't have it any other way.
Lyra has been trying to find a compartment in this stretching long train for several minutes now, but her luck has been rocky at best, all of them were completely full.
Keeping up her icy facade that not even a volcano could burn, opening each compartment then she closes it up when her eyes catch that there's no room remaining.
After some time, however, she almost walked past one compartment that had a seemingly glowy tint in it.
Maybe this one?
Pushing it open with her hands for what feels like the sixty-ninth times, gazing at each seat, three were empty.
A sigh of relief comes out, not visibly but in her mind.
The one person who was in there was a girl, a pretty one, with sparkly blonde hair, icy blue eyes that match their coldness, she looked to be a few years older than herself, around 14 years old by her guess.
''Do you mind if sat here?'' She inquired which grabbed the older girl's attention.
The blonde studied her for a second, before those blue eyes widen, looking like they could pop out at any second, but she quickly regains her aloofness.
''I don't.'' She says simply.
''Thank you.'' She thanks the blue-eyed witch, taking a seat right opposite from her.
''If I'm correct in my assumption then you are Lyra Potter?'' She aims a question at her.
That was… strange, nobody called her by that today name today, they seemed to only care about her elder brother.
''Since you apparently know my name don't you think it's fair if you tell me yours?''
Perhaps it was curiosity, perhaps it was there was another reason why she asked this, but this threw a stone in her destiny, redirecting it and the flow of history entirely.
''Oh yes, how rude of me.'' The blonde put a hand on her chin before her fingers fly down.
''The names Daphne Greengrass, and it's a pleasure to meet you.''
She throws a smile that couldn't help but send chills throughout her body that was weak.
Author Notes.
This may seem like I'm bashing Fleamont but I'm not, he's just an 11-year-old child who almost had nothing, his younger twin sister always being better than him, but now he's the saviour of the Wizarding World? Of course, he would grow an ego rather quickly, but he will eventually get a reality check, he won't act like this for the entire story.
Also, Lyra's appearance is similar to Yukino Yukinoshita, just younger and with dark eyes instead of blue, this might seem odd, but it's the only thing I can think of.
Fleamont also looks like Harry from cannon, although he is similar to him, there's going to be a few differences which have already been shown in this chapter, he's by no means a bad person and will have some heroic moments, he just has a bit of an ego on him for the time being.