Thanks to all the people who reviewed the first chapter but in answer to many of your...ponderings...Lyric is not related to Draco, nor is she Draco.
2. Angel Face
When Lyric finally decided to leave the room in which group was held, Harry followed her as she moved silently down the halls into a room containing a television, a few videos, some books and some games.
She paused for a moment, swaying slightly on her feet, before opting to sit in a blue armchair, which definitely looked like it, had seen better days. Lyric curled her feet up under her and looked at Harry through a curtain of hair.
Harry settled himself onto the sofa opposite the armchair and looked right back at Lyric, trying to get a clear look at her face.
"How long have you been here?" he asked, breaking the silence.
Lyric hummed softly to herself, before answering in her singsong tone, "A month, or two. The days blend together."
"Oh."
"I wish I knew what day it was. My brother's birthday is soon, I'm sure."
"Why don't you ask one of the attendants for a calendar or something?"
Lyric laughed. Harry was sure it was at him, as if he was being stupid, but it didn't come across as patronising.
"They don't care. They all think we're crazy. They all think I'm crazy." She looked at Harry again. "Do you think I'm crazy?"
"Um...I don't really know you well enough to make a judgement on that," he answered quickly.
She smiled at him and continued. "Okay, well I'm here for the same thing you are."
She held out her pale arms and turned them over, showing Harry the criss-cross scars that lay upon them.
"Do you think you're crazy?"
Harry shook his head. "No, not crazy."
Lyric's smile grew bigger. "Then do you think I'm crazy?"
"I don't think you are. No."
She giggled and lay down in the chair, curling her legs up to her chest, her hair, for once, pushed back from her gorgeous face.
"Well, all the attendants do." She frowned. "Except one."
"Except one?"
"Yes. He's different to the others. He's beautiful." Her slim fingers traced intricate patterns in the air, her eyes following their ever move.
"I don't remember his name. It's something strange. But he's got the face of an angel. And he treats me like just a girl. He brings me magazines and jellybeans and sometimes he brings a CD player so I can listen to music for a while."
She moved her hand to the armchair and carried on her drawing.
"He's younger than all the others too. Angel face is eighteen. I think. How old are you?"
"Huh? Oh, I'm eighteen. What about you?"
"Seventeen years, four months, seventeen days, six hours, twenty three minutes and four seconds, five seconds, six seconds-"she shook her head. "The seconds are too hard to count. They go by too quickly."
"Yea, that happens."
Lyric lifted herself from the chair and moved over to sit on the couch next to Harry. Crossing her legs underneath her, she ran a finger down Harry's cheek.
"You're magic," she whispered conspiratorially.
Harry flinched slightly, panic rising in his stomach. "W-what?"
"There's something magical about you. You glow."
The green-eyed boy allowed himself to smile and relax. "Thank you."
The blonde girl simply smiled and moved her hands in front of her face, apparently entranced.
"Lyric?"
"Hmm?"
"How did you know that...what I do to myself?"
"Too hot to be wearing sleeves."
Harry looked down at his top and pulled his sleeves down right over his hands.
The door opened and a cheery voice rang out through the room.
"Anyone order a bag of jellybeans?"
Lyric grinned and leant over the back of the sofa.
"Angel face!"
She squatted on the back of the sofa like a cat and 'angel face' enveloped her in his arms.
"Hey Ricky. You okay?"
Lyric nodded. "I made a new friend."
She looked at Harry, a worried look suddenly on her face. "Right?"
Harry smiled and nodded. "Yea."
With a face like a child's on Christmas morning, Lyric turned back to the attendant.
"This is my new friend, Harry."
'Angel face' came round to the other side of the sofa and his smile fell as he looked at Harry.
"Potter?"
Harry frowned, his mind spinning.
"Malfoy?"
This is very strange me thinks. Also very short but I can't seem to write long chapters which is annoying.
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