Disclaimer and Warnings- I don't own Harry Potter and the rest of the gang
I only wish I did, but J.K. Rowling owns them. She also owns the room of
requirement and the rest of that good stuff. This story is rated PG-13 for
language so if you don't like cussing then don't read this. It has a lot of
language in it, at least to me cause I normally don't curse but it comes
out a lot in my writing. If anyone thinks I should change the rating let
me know.
Author's note- Sorry this chapter took forever to come out. I've had some major computer problems and school is starting next week and I have a ton of summer reading to do. I also want to start writing Simple Plan. I might not get a chance to update this story and since no one has reviewed I don't even know if anyone is even reading it so it isn't a top priority. If you would like me to keep the story going please review and let me know or e-mail me. I want to know what people think. For now, here is the next chapter:
Sweet Revenge
Chapter 2 ~A Troubled Past
Draco's mouth hung open. 'What was that about?'
Finally, Pansy Parkinson looked across the table at Draco. "Err, Draky, are you okay?"
Draco snapped up and replied, "Yea, I'm fine. I gotta go. And in the future, please refrain from calling me Draky, I'm not your boyfriend." Then under his breath he added, "you dirty whore." With that, he ran off after Lyra, leaving a pouting Pansy.
He started to head towards the common room but then realized that Lyra wouldn't have gone there because she didn't know where the common room was. Hell, before the train ride she didn't even know about the different houses.
This made the search a little harder. If Lyra had hid in the bathroom then Draco would have a hard time getting to her. He would either have to wait for her to come out, which could take hours, or send Pansy in, but including that bitch might make things worse. But there is no way in hell I'm going in that bathroom.
Wait, she wouldn't know where the bathroom is either. Draco sighed with relief.
Then she could be anywhere. So Draco did the only thing he could do, he started checking every room. Lyra couldn't have gone too far, she didn't know her way around the school and could get lost. But why the hell does the damn school have to be so fucking big.
***
Why did have to run out? Lyra thought to herself. She didn't know her way around the school and had gotten herself completely lost. She had begun pacing back and forth through an empty corridor across from a tapestry of Barnabas the Barmy. I just need a place where I can hide out for a while and collect my thoughts.
After a third time walking through the corridor, Lyra knew she couldn't just keep pacing, she had to go somewhere. The rest of the students would be done supper soon. She looked up and saw a door she hadn't remembered seeing before.
Lyra opened the door and inside was a couple of sofas and a few boxes of tissues. The room was deserted. It had a cozy feeling to it, a perfect place to be alone. She entered the room and collapsed onto a couch.
How could I not realize that this would come up? Eventually I was going to have to talk about my family. It was unavoidable. This is just so soon. But now I need to figure out what to do about the problem. Lyra reached for a tissue to dry off her tears.
I just met Draco; it's too soon to discuss my family problems. He wouldn't understand.
Just then, the doorknob began to turn. Lyra quickly tried to make herself look presentable and grabbed her wand when Draco stuck his head into the room.
"There you are! I've been looking everywhere for you! I was worried. What the fuck were you thinking?" Draco said, relived that his search was over.
"You were worried-about me?" This amazed Lyra. She had only met Draco today and he was worried about her.
"Of course I was worried." Wait, I am a Slytherin. I'm not supposed to worry about other people. Am I going soft? And over some stupid girl? I'll deal with this later. There are other more pressing matters at the moment. "Lyra, why did you take off like that? Is there something I should know?"
"Well, err.it's a long story. I was 'oping to tell it later on not so soon. Mais, I guess I might as well tell you now and get it over with.
"Gail is my sister but we 'ate each other." She began as they both sat down on the couch. "You see, my mother was a Death Eater, like I said. My father was not, 'e 'ated Dark Magic. 'E didn't find out until a little after ze Dark Lord was defeated.
"In my first year a Beauxbatons, some of the other Death Eaters accused my mother of being a spy. So they killed her." Lyra had broken down into tears and was now very thankful for the tissue boxes in the room.
"That is so horrible." Draco consoled her. So that was what she meant by her mother was a Death Eater. Those fucking bastards who killed Lyra mother ought to rot in Hell for eternity. Wait-why do I care about this?
"It was Bellatrix Lestrange. I will never forget that name. She used the Cruciatus Curse on my mother until she would admit that she was a spy for the Light. But my mother wasn't a spy and she wouldn't give up. Then Lestrange just ended it, she used Avada Kedavra." Lyra started a new fit of tears.
~*~*~*~
Ok, so this isn't even a whole chapter. Nobody has reviewed so I am assuming that nobody is reading. I already had this part written so I just typed it up since I had it. Unless I get a review letting me know that at least one person wants the story continued then I'm not writing anymore. Of course, I do like to write more after new Harry Potter books come out. But that won't be for a while, so for now don't expect anymore without asking. I do have other stories I really want to start that are most likely one chapter ones.
~Gwen
Author's note- Sorry this chapter took forever to come out. I've had some major computer problems and school is starting next week and I have a ton of summer reading to do. I also want to start writing Simple Plan. I might not get a chance to update this story and since no one has reviewed I don't even know if anyone is even reading it so it isn't a top priority. If you would like me to keep the story going please review and let me know or e-mail me. I want to know what people think. For now, here is the next chapter:
Sweet Revenge
Chapter 2 ~A Troubled Past
Draco's mouth hung open. 'What was that about?'
Finally, Pansy Parkinson looked across the table at Draco. "Err, Draky, are you okay?"
Draco snapped up and replied, "Yea, I'm fine. I gotta go. And in the future, please refrain from calling me Draky, I'm not your boyfriend." Then under his breath he added, "you dirty whore." With that, he ran off after Lyra, leaving a pouting Pansy.
He started to head towards the common room but then realized that Lyra wouldn't have gone there because she didn't know where the common room was. Hell, before the train ride she didn't even know about the different houses.
This made the search a little harder. If Lyra had hid in the bathroom then Draco would have a hard time getting to her. He would either have to wait for her to come out, which could take hours, or send Pansy in, but including that bitch might make things worse. But there is no way in hell I'm going in that bathroom.
Wait, she wouldn't know where the bathroom is either. Draco sighed with relief.
Then she could be anywhere. So Draco did the only thing he could do, he started checking every room. Lyra couldn't have gone too far, she didn't know her way around the school and could get lost. But why the hell does the damn school have to be so fucking big.
***
Why did have to run out? Lyra thought to herself. She didn't know her way around the school and had gotten herself completely lost. She had begun pacing back and forth through an empty corridor across from a tapestry of Barnabas the Barmy. I just need a place where I can hide out for a while and collect my thoughts.
After a third time walking through the corridor, Lyra knew she couldn't just keep pacing, she had to go somewhere. The rest of the students would be done supper soon. She looked up and saw a door she hadn't remembered seeing before.
Lyra opened the door and inside was a couple of sofas and a few boxes of tissues. The room was deserted. It had a cozy feeling to it, a perfect place to be alone. She entered the room and collapsed onto a couch.
How could I not realize that this would come up? Eventually I was going to have to talk about my family. It was unavoidable. This is just so soon. But now I need to figure out what to do about the problem. Lyra reached for a tissue to dry off her tears.
I just met Draco; it's too soon to discuss my family problems. He wouldn't understand.
Just then, the doorknob began to turn. Lyra quickly tried to make herself look presentable and grabbed her wand when Draco stuck his head into the room.
"There you are! I've been looking everywhere for you! I was worried. What the fuck were you thinking?" Draco said, relived that his search was over.
"You were worried-about me?" This amazed Lyra. She had only met Draco today and he was worried about her.
"Of course I was worried." Wait, I am a Slytherin. I'm not supposed to worry about other people. Am I going soft? And over some stupid girl? I'll deal with this later. There are other more pressing matters at the moment. "Lyra, why did you take off like that? Is there something I should know?"
"Well, err.it's a long story. I was 'oping to tell it later on not so soon. Mais, I guess I might as well tell you now and get it over with.
"Gail is my sister but we 'ate each other." She began as they both sat down on the couch. "You see, my mother was a Death Eater, like I said. My father was not, 'e 'ated Dark Magic. 'E didn't find out until a little after ze Dark Lord was defeated.
"In my first year a Beauxbatons, some of the other Death Eaters accused my mother of being a spy. So they killed her." Lyra had broken down into tears and was now very thankful for the tissue boxes in the room.
"That is so horrible." Draco consoled her. So that was what she meant by her mother was a Death Eater. Those fucking bastards who killed Lyra mother ought to rot in Hell for eternity. Wait-why do I care about this?
"It was Bellatrix Lestrange. I will never forget that name. She used the Cruciatus Curse on my mother until she would admit that she was a spy for the Light. But my mother wasn't a spy and she wouldn't give up. Then Lestrange just ended it, she used Avada Kedavra." Lyra started a new fit of tears.
~*~*~*~
Ok, so this isn't even a whole chapter. Nobody has reviewed so I am assuming that nobody is reading. I already had this part written so I just typed it up since I had it. Unless I get a review letting me know that at least one person wants the story continued then I'm not writing anymore. Of course, I do like to write more after new Harry Potter books come out. But that won't be for a while, so for now don't expect anymore without asking. I do have other stories I really want to start that are most likely one chapter ones.
~Gwen
