DOUBTFUL ALERT.
"You can?" Harry was a bit skeptical but he didn't know if he should believe her.
"Yes. And I have to tell you something. Even I don't want to believe it, but you have to."
"What is it? I mean, how do you know this stuff?"
"It comes to me. At any time of day, I can see something. My dreams of are you entirely, Harry. I have no choice. Unless I am killed, this is what fate has laid out for you."
"It's a little heavy."
"That's why you have to believe, Harry. I know you don't trust my family, but have faith in me at least. You must, if I am the one you-" She stopped.
"What are you? What do I do to you?"
"You said you didn't believe."
"I guess I have a little faith in you, the only Malfoy to be put in Gryffindor."
Lyra smiled for the first time. Harry could see how it lit up her face in a cute little kid kind of way. It sort of drew him to her.
"Are you sure you want to know?"
"Yeah."
"Because it might break up you and Lauren."
"How will it break up me and Laur?"
"I'm the one you fall in love with and marry."
"You what?" Harry could not believe it. The one thing that echoed in his mind was 'Malfoy will be my brother-in-law'.
"Harry! It's time for your potions. I know you still can't talk." Madam Pomfrey came next to Harry with three goblets. Harry rolled his eyes, knowing the drill by now.
'But I can talk!' he tried to say. Lyra just stared at him and Madam Pomfrey told him to stop mouthing like a fish out of water.
It hit him. He could only talk to Lyra, no one else. That's why Madam Pomfrey couldn't hear him. But why was it Lyra he could speak to and not someone important, like Dumbledore?
'Because she's the one with your future,' he realized. That's why the two of them could converse.
Harry gulped down the contents of the three goblets and turned back towards Lyra. Madam Pomfrey bustled away.
"I'll be seeing you, Harry Potter. Keep your heart for me."
And before Harry could do anything, much less blink, she disappeared from his sight.
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whoa. this scared you didnt it.
"You can?" Harry was a bit skeptical but he didn't know if he should believe her.
"Yes. And I have to tell you something. Even I don't want to believe it, but you have to."
"What is it? I mean, how do you know this stuff?"
"It comes to me. At any time of day, I can see something. My dreams of are you entirely, Harry. I have no choice. Unless I am killed, this is what fate has laid out for you."
"It's a little heavy."
"That's why you have to believe, Harry. I know you don't trust my family, but have faith in me at least. You must, if I am the one you-" She stopped.
"What are you? What do I do to you?"
"You said you didn't believe."
"I guess I have a little faith in you, the only Malfoy to be put in Gryffindor."
Lyra smiled for the first time. Harry could see how it lit up her face in a cute little kid kind of way. It sort of drew him to her.
"Are you sure you want to know?"
"Yeah."
"Because it might break up you and Lauren."
"How will it break up me and Laur?"
"I'm the one you fall in love with and marry."
"You what?" Harry could not believe it. The one thing that echoed in his mind was 'Malfoy will be my brother-in-law'.
"Harry! It's time for your potions. I know you still can't talk." Madam Pomfrey came next to Harry with three goblets. Harry rolled his eyes, knowing the drill by now.
'But I can talk!' he tried to say. Lyra just stared at him and Madam Pomfrey told him to stop mouthing like a fish out of water.
It hit him. He could only talk to Lyra, no one else. That's why Madam Pomfrey couldn't hear him. But why was it Lyra he could speak to and not someone important, like Dumbledore?
'Because she's the one with your future,' he realized. That's why the two of them could converse.
Harry gulped down the contents of the three goblets and turned back towards Lyra. Madam Pomfrey bustled away.
"I'll be seeing you, Harry Potter. Keep your heart for me."
And before Harry could do anything, much less blink, she disappeared from his sight.
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whoa. this scared you didnt it.
