Prologue
A smack echoed throughout the entire kitchen.
Cheeks puff, as red stains them and tears spill downwards.
Emerald eyes stare down at him, hidden anger inside of them, making him feel much smaller than he actually was.
''What do you have to say for yourself?'' She asks, her words cold as they were commanding. Making his mouth dry as his eyes skipped to the ground.
Her cold fingers clutched to his chin, compelling their eyes to meet.
''So, what do you have to say for yourself?''
Her poisonous eyes forced out an audible gulp.
''I'm sorry.'' He apologises at last — in a shaky voice, probably from all the crying earlier.
Her fingers moved off of his chin, leaping to his cheeks where the tears were, softly wiping them from his pale face.
''Are you?'' She wonders, her voice softer this time, but still carrying the icy qualities.
Swallowing down the lump in his throat.
''I- I am, I swear.''
Mother's eyes change, and her lips rise into a pleasant smile.
''Good boy.'' Her words soft, much softer than before, and as mother spoke her fingers ruffled through his dark hair.
Cold, her fingers were. It was like a corpse, or what he believes one to feel like.
Her fingers move to his cheek, the red patch, making his whole body wrench.
Her smile drops. ''Come now, I didn't hit you too hard.'' Her stare transforms into a stony glare? ''Are you trying to make me feel bad?''
His eyes lower to the floor. ''Sorry.'' He murmurs.
Mothers' lips slip back into a kind smile.
Her cold hand palms his face softly.'' It's alright, all is forgiven.''
His stares into mothers eyes, crafting a reflection, icy blue, his eyes were.
Even if their eyes were opposed, no, almost everything was. Excluding their complexion which was as pale as a bedsheet.
She stands up in a sudden motion. ''Now then.'' She begins, her eyes still latched onto him. ''I have things to do, just make sure to behave for the rest of the day.
He nods slowly, throwing his icy blue eyes towards her like a hook.
What'd I do?
When Harry noticed the door handle being twisted his lips started to twitch. And when it opened it transformed into a full-blown smile. Running ahead with his arms open.
As Harry catches a glimpse of fiery red his arms wrapped around her waist.
''Harry.'' A young voice says as a hand brushes through his hair.
Unlatching his hands from her waist, he cranes his neck to spot a youthful face.
''Lyra.'' As he greets her she shows a smile of her own.
Lyra's eyebrows furrowed and her arm crossed under her chest.
''What happened?'' She spoke slowly.
He blinks at her rapidly. ''What do you mean?''
''This?'' She pinches his cheek, the bruised part, making him squeal like a schoolgirl. ''Oops, sorry.'' Her fingers drop from his cheek.
Harry rubs his sore cheek for a couple of moments.
''So?'' Her emerald eyes point at him, if only he had such eyes. ''What happened?''
His feet shuffle a couple of times over.
''I fell.'' He mumbled.
She crooks an eyebrow. ''Really? Again. You really are clumsy.'' A light chuckle comes at the end.
Staring at the face that was a replica of mothers. ''I am,'' Harry admits freely.
''Be more careful.'' Her words were more forceful than last time. ''For Merlin's sake, you seem to be getting into these little accidents every few weeks.''
He gazes at the bright floorboards. ''Sorry.'' He apologises quietly.
An almost silent sigh comes from her. ''Just be careful from now on.''
His head shakes up and down at a steady pace. ''I will.''
She stands upright, showing that she was tall, even taller than most boys her age.
''Great.''
Walking down the hallway which was lit up, but why it was that way wasn't clear.
Lyra's fiery hair was jumping about on her back.
After a few minutes of non-stop walking a dark door entered her line of sight. Bringing her arm up and knocked on it a couple of times.
The response wasn't instantaneous, it took around a dozen of seconds.
''Come in.''
Her hands bolt to the door handle, opening it, unveiling an office, calling it dull would be an understatement. It was all so grey, even she could see that much.
A kind smile spills across Lily's face. ''Lyra, how are you doing?''
Lyra takes some more steps, eventually sitting down on a chair, one that was opposite from Lily's
Lyra takes a few steps ahead. ''I'm doing fine, mother. There's just something.''
Lily raises a thin eyebrow. ''Does this have to do with the meeting earlier?''
Lyra shakes her head to the side a few times.
''No, everything went as expected,'' Lyra admits casually.
The older redhead stares at the younger one with faint curiosity.
''That's good. Then what's on your mind, darling?''
Absorbing a large portion of air into her nostrils.
''Harry.'' Lyra divulges after an eternity, or it at least felt that way.
''Harry?'' Lily eyed Lyra oddly. ''What about him? Did you two get into an argument?''
''What?'' Lyra's eyes widened. ''No, of course not!'' She refuses vehemently.
Having an argument with her brother? Even the mere idea of it makes her previously opened hand transform into a fist.
''Then, Lyra. What's wrong with your brother.''
Lily's gaze didn't let up, when her eyes sprung about Lily's eyes followed them, too.
After some time Lyra finally lets it out.
''It's just — Harry, sometimes, just sometimes I see him get all bruised up. It only happens once a month or so, but still.''
Lily's pale hand snakes onto her own and opens up a reassuring smile.
''Looks like this has been worrying you for a while?'' Lily said in an equally reassuring voice. ''But, if you noticed this for a while why didn't you come to me sooner?''
''Because I was young and dumb.'' Lyra acknowledges through gritted teeth.
Lily's hands leave hers, although the older one was still wearing a smile.
''Then, have you found out what the cause is?''
''Apparently.'' Lyra mumbles with little to no energy in her voice.
Lily's bright green eyes fall into a much darker shade.
''Go on.''
''By falling over.'' Lyra divulges with a snort. ''Or so keeps on saying.''
Lily's face froze like an ice cube, taking a few more seconds before the puzzlement left her face, not just that either, Lily's eyes changed back to their usual shade.
''You don't believe him?'' It may have been framed like a question, but it was more of a statement than anything else.
''Of course, I don't.'' Lyra asserts almost immediately, in quite a strong voice too. ''He's not a very good liar.''
''Have you asked him yet?''
As Lyra moved her head sideways her hair wiggled with it. ''He wouldn't admit to it.'' Lyra claims with an air of confidence.
''Perhaps.'' Lily admits. ''But you won't know until your ask.'' Lily studies her for a few more seconds. ''Or maybe you don't want to ask for another reason entirely?''
Lyra just squirms in her seat as Lily just unfolds a knowing look.
''I'll tell you what.'' Lily begins after taking a substantial break from speaking. ''I'll speak to Harry, and see what I can unveil.''
A relieved sigh flew out of Lyra's mouth and her body slumped back in the soft chair.
''Thank you.'' Lyra sits up right into her chair.
''Don't worry darling.'' A bright smile angles its way onto Lily's beautiful face. ''What kind of mother would I be if I didn't find out why one of my children were getting hurt.''
Author Notes
By the way, Harry is acting whiny because he's five in this chapter.
Lyra is also older than Harry by quite a large margin, over three years.
And for the reasons why Lily is acting kinda dickish, well all I'm going to say is that it doesn't have to do with Lyra being the GWL.
Although whether or not it's justified is flimsy at best. Still, there's gonna be a reason.
She still loves Harry, kind of. Their relationship is going to be, well I don't know how to really explain it.
And James died, he was killed by Voldemort.