This was the week of the full moon and some people definitely noticed Lydia's behaviour change and some people noticed Harry's behaviour change. When two people are close, especially as close as Harry and Lydia, you could sense the pain radiating off of the other as though it was your own pain. Harry just wanted to make Lydia feel better. He knew this transformation was going to be especially hard on her, it was her first transformation alone. She wished she had her dads she wished James was there or even gammie Mimmi. She felt scared and alone, of course she could never show such emotion. She was overworking herself and studying for the charms exam that they had coming up.
As Lydia was scribbling with a quill looking in her text book, she knew all this stuff she just needed to be 100% sure. "No, no, nope, nope, nope, put that quill down Lasanderia Koreen Lupin-Black!" Harry said as he found Lydia. "Harry I need to study and I ne-" Lydia got cut off. "No, I'm not letting you stress yourself out more than you already are. Come on get up!" Harry grabbed her hand. "Har-" "no, come on follow me." Harry led Lydia up to his dorm. "Harry what are we doing up here?" Lydia sighed. "Relax. You will be getting cuddles." Harry started to cuddle her.
"Harry, I need to-"
"relax. It's the week. You need to relax. You're stressing out."
"Harry I think you might be stressing too if you turned into a monster every month!"
"Well my mum also turns into a monster every month and she's just snappy."
"Harry, a period and turning into a monster isn't the same thing!"
"I know, I just want you to be okay." He kissed her cheek.
"I know Harry, and I appreciate that. I really, really do. I just miss my dads and James, it's my first transformation without them. I'm scared Harry." She didn't break down crying, Lydia was taught to never cry and to never show her emotions. "I know." He hugged her closer and kissed her headtop.
"Hey do you want something to take your mind off of this?"
"Please?"
"What do you know about three headed dogs?"
"Oh, well they are more violent than other dogs. If you know how to calm them then they're fine. Why?"
"Hermione, Ron, and I were running from Filch and we got to the third floor corridor and there was a three headed dog apparently it was guarding a trapdoor. Do you know who Nicolas Flamel is?"
"The creator of the Philosopher's Stone."
"Wait how did you know that I've searched through so many books and couldn't find anything on him."
"Dude, chocolate frog cards. Dumbledore. Why?"
"Well we think that Snape is trying to steal it. What does it do anyway?"
"One, I don't think Snape is trying to steal it. Then again I don't really feel emotion coming from him. Two, the stone gives you eternal life, which why would anyone want that, life is shit."
Harry and Lydia laughed and Lydia took a nap in Harry's arms like they did when they were younger and just finished a game of quidditch.
A month later
Lydia was in the hospital wing she could barely move. "Hey, Lyd," Harry smiled at her. Ron and Hermione came as well. "What happened to you?" Ron asked. When she was in too much pain she couldn't morph. "I'm sick." She replied. "I mean with the scars." Ron said. "Don't mess with the Whomping Willow." She turned to Harry, "what's up?" She asked. "Guess what we just did and guess who is our new best friend. "You accepted that you and ron are gay and are in a poly relationship with Malfoy?" "No, what, what is wrong with you?" Harry asked. "I have too much free time." Lydia looked down. "We just fought off a mountain troll and the new best friend is Hermione." Harry smirked. "Finally. She's really awesome." "Thank you Lasanderia." Hermione smiled. "Yeah, don't call me that." "Oh okay…"
Tiny time skip to a little after x-mas.
Harry and Ron stayed for the Christmas Holidays because Harry didn't think about inviting Ron to stay with them. After the break and Lydia came back, she would've stayed but she wanted to be with her fathers on her gotcha day, December 23. Harry led her to this empty classroom with a mirror. Apparently, Harry could see himself and his parents but he didn't have a scar on his head.
"Lyd just look in the mirror you'll see." Harry ushered her in front of the mirror. "Harry, it's a regular mirror, I just see my reflection." Lydia answered feeling sympathy for her best friend.
Harry told her what that mirror did. She was stunned. Did she really have no desires? According to Dumbledore she was the happiest person alive, but she didn't think she was the happiest person alive, she thought she was the most content person alive.
Le Timeskip (am I using that correctly?)
"Lyd, Lyd, Lyd, Lyd." Harry was poking her shoulder. "What?" Lydia said annoyed. "You can play instruments." "I can, what do you need?" "Can you come with us and play flute or something?" "For what?" "Putting Fluffy to sleep." "Like taking a nap not killing her or him or whatever, right?" "Yeah," "Alright fine."
Lydia got her flute that she snuck into her bag. Sirius' parents forced him and Reggie to be cultured so they had a bunch of instruments Lydia prefered piano but she played that to calm her nerves before a full moon. Anyways, Lydia was great with animals, always had been. Her and Hagrid got along really well considering they both loved animals and were both "half-breeds" they had a lot in common. When they got to the door Fluffy was behind, Harry, Hermione, and Ron took a deep breath. Fluffy instantly tried to bite their heads off. Lydia started to play one of her favorite songs to play on flute, the Flight of the Bumblebee, and Fluffy was calming down.
Fluff sniffed Lydia's hand and let her pet it. "You aren't some mean scary monster, are you? No, I understand how you feel. Everyone thinking you're this dangerous creature because they don't understand that you're just as humane as a regular dog. I'm just as humane as a regular person, but people only see the side of me that has Death Eater blood. I'm not a bad person you know. Even the sorting hat thinks I'm cruel. I put on a tough exterior, that's always been a way to protect myself from harm, I guess. I'm really nice if you know me. Am I? I mean, I'm a werewolf. Maybe that's why you like me, you see the canine in me. I didn't ask to be bitten. I don't know, I guess I'm just scared. You know when you have to move to a new place? Well, it's kind of like that. People will say Hogwarts is like a second home to them, I guess I just miss my home. The one with sunday night BBQs with Lily sitting on James' lap and dads not being afraid of being killed when they act couply and me and Harry cuddled up near the fire, all of us singing camp songs or random songs that we know or just made up to get a laugh, my favorite is one that paddad made, it's called, 'the adventures of my ass', creative I know. I want the home where it smells like chocolate and cigarettes, but not the super bad, overwhelming, smell of cigarettes, the one that smells like my dad's leather jacket. That's home. That's where I want to be." Lydia sighed sadly. "What about you, Fluffy? Do you miss your home?"
As soon as the word home came out of her mouth, Hermione was levitating Ron. "Come on Lydia we need to go!" Hermione shouted. "What? Where's Harry?" Lydia asked frantically. "Don't worry about Harry right now come on and help me get Ron to the hospital wing."
As the next day approached Lily, James, Remus, Sirius, Molly, and Arthur were all in the hospital wing waiting for their kids to awake. Lydia and Hermione weren't injured, at least not as badly as Ron and Harry were. Lydia and Hermione were both by Ron and Harry's bedside. Harry was waking up with a growl. "Harry James Potter! If you ever do anything like that again you will have bigger worries than how to get past a three headed dog." Lily shouted as Harry woke up. "Shit kid, you gave us all bloody heart attacks." James pulled Harry into a tight hug. "Wait, it wasn't Snape! It was Quirrell!" Harry yelled. "We know, he died." Lydia said making Harry turn the other way. "He did?" Harry asked shocked. "Yeah, Voldemort made Quirrell weak." Lydia explained. She saw the Weasleys flinch at the name. "Wait I'm confused what happened?" Harry asked. Dumbledore walked in that very moment. "I think I can explain, if you allow me to." Dumbledore said. Everyone nodded and left the room.
On the way out Sirius and Remus stopped Lydia. "Never, ever do something like that, ever, again. Do I make myself clear?" Remus burned his eyes into hers. "Yes, papa." Lydia said solemnly. "Also if you ever do anything like that again you will be staying with your grandmother, no not Minnie, your father's mother." Sirius said giving her the same look Remus did. "I'm sorry, papa, I'm sorry père." Lydia looked down. "It's okay." Sirius and Remus both said at the same time giving her a kiss on the cheek.
Today was their voyage home. Well this was one hell of a year. Lydia got on the train and got several 'hello's from people. "Hey Lyd, thanks for helping me out with my potions this year, never thought a first year could be so good at it." Cedric Diggory, a Hufflepuff fourth year, said as they passed each other. "No problem, Ced." Lydia smiled back. They had become very good friends over the course of this school year. Next to come up to Lydia was Blaise Zabini, a first year Slytherin, "hey Black," "hey Zabini," they both talked for a short bit before heading their separate ways. "Hello Lasanderia," Percy Weasley addressed her. "You know I would hex most people for calling me that, but I guess I can bend the rules a bit for you, how does it feel being a rule breaker, Percival." Lydia laughed and so did Percy, a very rare sight. They got along pretty well, they both had an interest in academics that no one in their families quite understood, plus they could talk about a lot of stuff with each other so they were cool. Next came Fred and George, you never saw them apart, "hey tarantula girl." Fred smirked. "Hey thing one, thing two." Lydia could tell the difference between them, unlike a lot of people, not many knew how she did it. "Maybe you could see us during the summer, sometime." Fred offered. "Yeah, if I'm not too busy being too cool for your lame arses." All three laughed they bidded goodbye. Next, and last before she got to her compartment, Hannah Abbott and her were chatting freely. Lydia had made a few friends this year and a few enemies, but she couldn't be happier.
A/N: Sorry I haven't updated in a few days and sorry this was a choppy and honestly, bad chapter. Lydia isn't super involved in the main part until book three... I'm really sorry there might be some slow updates.