Disclaimer: I do not own any characters, ideas, and places that belong to
J.K Rowling. I own the character that begins nameless but name is
discovered toward the end of chapter one. She is a character that you will
see through out the story which I have created.
"Not again..." She sighed. They're leaving. Again. She rolled over on her stomach. She listened as the door slammed and car as it went screeching in reverse out of the driveway into the road away from the house, and of far more importance to them, away from her. She heaved herself from the bed and walked over to her bedroom door with barely the slightest hope. She jiggled the door knob. It was locked, so they hadn't forgotten to keep her within her room. Her parents always kept her in her room, or at least inside the house. She didn't know if her so called adoptive parents hated her, but they were afraid to let her out into the real world. She knew nothing of her real parents. In the farthest corner her mind a question lurked that was unanswerable that was one of the few things (among being trapped within the domains of her room, etc.) that put her to the edge of her sanity was "What happened to them?" She had to escape, soon. She went over to the window and prepared to make her forty-seventh escape attempt.
The rubber soles of her sneakers smacked the pavement. She had done an acrobatic leap from her "makeshift" rope ladder (bed sheets and clothes skillfully knotted together after years of practice) hanging from her window of their two story home. She hurried down the street and ducked down the alley. She leaned against a wall and caught her breath. This might be it, a chance to live life. She breathed in the freedom. She sat down in the mere happiness of this great feat. Then a thought struck her "Where do I go from here?" She had never in all the fourteen years of her life considered where or what she would do when she escaped just how. The years of being trapped within the confines of her room had driven her to do what she had now accomplished. She sat wondering what was ahead of her in life.
The sound of a crash reached her ears that seemed to come from farther down the alley. For the first time in her life she was frightened. She had never had anything to fear before when she was in her room. She ducked behind giant card board box shaking. Very carefully she peered over the top to see what the cause of the noise was.
It was a dog, or she thought. She had only seen dogs in books or outside her window. It was an awfully big dog, but she was surprised that she been frightened of a dog. Dogs always had seemed so...nice, or from what she seen so far. The black dog had knocked over a trash can and was rummaging curiously through the litter for something to eat. She relaxed; there was nothing to be scared about. Then she clapped her hands to her mouth to keep herself from screaming. The most terrifying and amazing thing had happened; the dog had turned into a man!
Sirius snatched greedily at the little food that hadn't spoiled that had fallen out. He began to chew thoughtfully. He thought about his situation. He was trapped within in this world. This world full of muggles. He shivered at the thought. How was he going to get back? This question haunted him. He froze for a moment and listened intently. Heavy breathing, he heard heavy breathing. He looked up and in the direction he thought he heard the sound.
She watched as the man ate the food intently as though he hadn't had a meal in a while. He seemed deep in thought. Suddenly he became very still as though he just now noticed something he hadn't before. A moment passed by. Then the man turned his head in her direction to be looking right at her!
The first thing he saw was a curious pair of eyes. They were on face but something drew his attention to the eyes. It was the irises...it was strange but they were a light but vivid shade of purple. Sirius looked beyond the eyes into the face of the owner. It was a girl, or so he thought. He stood up and walked over. He looked down at her. Why was she here watching him in the alley?
She had never been more frightened in her life. Why was this strange man coming over? What did he want? Her heart beat hard within her rib cage. Why did this have to happen? Right now she wished more than anything she had never left her room where a feeling of safety may have been her only comfort.
"What are you doing here?" Sirius asked looking down at her. The girl had now grabbed her knees and began to rock back and forth gently murmuring "Please go away. Please go away. Please make the man go away..." She was a piteous sight and was terrified. He stood there unsure of what to do. He tried to be sympathetic and lye a comforting hand on shoulder. As he began to reach down the air began to vibrate. She turned her frightened eyes on him. Then her voice shook as she said "Leave me alone!" Before Sirius could say or do anything he flew ten feet into a wall. He blacked out.
She walked over to the man. How had he been thrown to the wall? He was lying there unconscious. She looked down at him. He looked like one of those guys who was down on his luck, or as her "mother" called them a bum. She felt a little sympathy for him...I mean at least she had had a roof to sleep under at night. Now she didn't, and realized she was a little like him. She wondered why she felt guilty...she didn't have anything to do with him being thrown, right?
Sirius opened his eyes. There was that girl! Her face was hovering above him. He sprang up and grabbed her wrist as she made an attempt to run. "You...why did you do that?" He growled. She looked up at him and said "Do what?" Sirius was a little shocked. She seemed no longer afraid, or if she was she didn't show it. She seemed just...curious. "Why did you throw me against the wall?" He said. Her unusual eyes widened. "Did I do that?" At first he thought she must be joking. Then he realized she was serious. A thought came to him. "Have you ever done this before? Has anything strange ever happened when you were scared, or upset?" He asked. She stood in thought and then "No...I don't think so...OH!" Sirius tried to conceal his excitement. "What do you mean oh?" She looked up smiling in memory. "There was this one time when my parents locked me in my room, see my parents always lock me in my room, but that day it made me really mad because I was tired of being locked in my room. Then the door exploded backwards into the hall. That was so brilliant!" Sirius smiled. He had found another of his kind. A witch.
"Why do your parents lock you in your room?" Sirius asked curious. Then she seemed to spill her life out to him. It felt good as she had never had anyone to talk to. He listened well and thoughts swam about his mind. She had never been exposed to the world, and it was obvious she was unexposed to magic. She never had had anyone to depend on, who actually seemed to care, and was now telling her life out to the first friendly stranger she had met. He would have to teach her not to tell her life story to just everyone among other things. She appeared to have lots of potential. It had to take some power to knock a full grown wizard off his feet without any teaching of magic even if he was caught off guard. He might be able to teach her some magic...but not all of it! He needed Dumbledore...but how? She finished to the point to where they were. He released her wrist. He told her she didn't have it so bad. He told her about his life. About how the wizarding world, his friends, and about how he had fallen into the portal to another world from the department of mysteries. How the portal had closed when he fell through. He wondered...maybe she was his key to getting back! He asked her to try opening the portal. She seemed willing. She was rather pleased she had finally found someone to trust. They walked down the alley together. He stopped abruptly. "Wait...what is your name?" She looked up at him with a smile that was reflected in her eyes. "Lyra."
"Not again..." She sighed. They're leaving. Again. She rolled over on her stomach. She listened as the door slammed and car as it went screeching in reverse out of the driveway into the road away from the house, and of far more importance to them, away from her. She heaved herself from the bed and walked over to her bedroom door with barely the slightest hope. She jiggled the door knob. It was locked, so they hadn't forgotten to keep her within her room. Her parents always kept her in her room, or at least inside the house. She didn't know if her so called adoptive parents hated her, but they were afraid to let her out into the real world. She knew nothing of her real parents. In the farthest corner her mind a question lurked that was unanswerable that was one of the few things (among being trapped within the domains of her room, etc.) that put her to the edge of her sanity was "What happened to them?" She had to escape, soon. She went over to the window and prepared to make her forty-seventh escape attempt.
The rubber soles of her sneakers smacked the pavement. She had done an acrobatic leap from her "makeshift" rope ladder (bed sheets and clothes skillfully knotted together after years of practice) hanging from her window of their two story home. She hurried down the street and ducked down the alley. She leaned against a wall and caught her breath. This might be it, a chance to live life. She breathed in the freedom. She sat down in the mere happiness of this great feat. Then a thought struck her "Where do I go from here?" She had never in all the fourteen years of her life considered where or what she would do when she escaped just how. The years of being trapped within the confines of her room had driven her to do what she had now accomplished. She sat wondering what was ahead of her in life.
The sound of a crash reached her ears that seemed to come from farther down the alley. For the first time in her life she was frightened. She had never had anything to fear before when she was in her room. She ducked behind giant card board box shaking. Very carefully she peered over the top to see what the cause of the noise was.
It was a dog, or she thought. She had only seen dogs in books or outside her window. It was an awfully big dog, but she was surprised that she been frightened of a dog. Dogs always had seemed so...nice, or from what she seen so far. The black dog had knocked over a trash can and was rummaging curiously through the litter for something to eat. She relaxed; there was nothing to be scared about. Then she clapped her hands to her mouth to keep herself from screaming. The most terrifying and amazing thing had happened; the dog had turned into a man!
Sirius snatched greedily at the little food that hadn't spoiled that had fallen out. He began to chew thoughtfully. He thought about his situation. He was trapped within in this world. This world full of muggles. He shivered at the thought. How was he going to get back? This question haunted him. He froze for a moment and listened intently. Heavy breathing, he heard heavy breathing. He looked up and in the direction he thought he heard the sound.
She watched as the man ate the food intently as though he hadn't had a meal in a while. He seemed deep in thought. Suddenly he became very still as though he just now noticed something he hadn't before. A moment passed by. Then the man turned his head in her direction to be looking right at her!
The first thing he saw was a curious pair of eyes. They were on face but something drew his attention to the eyes. It was the irises...it was strange but they were a light but vivid shade of purple. Sirius looked beyond the eyes into the face of the owner. It was a girl, or so he thought. He stood up and walked over. He looked down at her. Why was she here watching him in the alley?
She had never been more frightened in her life. Why was this strange man coming over? What did he want? Her heart beat hard within her rib cage. Why did this have to happen? Right now she wished more than anything she had never left her room where a feeling of safety may have been her only comfort.
"What are you doing here?" Sirius asked looking down at her. The girl had now grabbed her knees and began to rock back and forth gently murmuring "Please go away. Please go away. Please make the man go away..." She was a piteous sight and was terrified. He stood there unsure of what to do. He tried to be sympathetic and lye a comforting hand on shoulder. As he began to reach down the air began to vibrate. She turned her frightened eyes on him. Then her voice shook as she said "Leave me alone!" Before Sirius could say or do anything he flew ten feet into a wall. He blacked out.
She walked over to the man. How had he been thrown to the wall? He was lying there unconscious. She looked down at him. He looked like one of those guys who was down on his luck, or as her "mother" called them a bum. She felt a little sympathy for him...I mean at least she had had a roof to sleep under at night. Now she didn't, and realized she was a little like him. She wondered why she felt guilty...she didn't have anything to do with him being thrown, right?
Sirius opened his eyes. There was that girl! Her face was hovering above him. He sprang up and grabbed her wrist as she made an attempt to run. "You...why did you do that?" He growled. She looked up at him and said "Do what?" Sirius was a little shocked. She seemed no longer afraid, or if she was she didn't show it. She seemed just...curious. "Why did you throw me against the wall?" He said. Her unusual eyes widened. "Did I do that?" At first he thought she must be joking. Then he realized she was serious. A thought came to him. "Have you ever done this before? Has anything strange ever happened when you were scared, or upset?" He asked. She stood in thought and then "No...I don't think so...OH!" Sirius tried to conceal his excitement. "What do you mean oh?" She looked up smiling in memory. "There was this one time when my parents locked me in my room, see my parents always lock me in my room, but that day it made me really mad because I was tired of being locked in my room. Then the door exploded backwards into the hall. That was so brilliant!" Sirius smiled. He had found another of his kind. A witch.
"Why do your parents lock you in your room?" Sirius asked curious. Then she seemed to spill her life out to him. It felt good as she had never had anyone to talk to. He listened well and thoughts swam about his mind. She had never been exposed to the world, and it was obvious she was unexposed to magic. She never had had anyone to depend on, who actually seemed to care, and was now telling her life out to the first friendly stranger she had met. He would have to teach her not to tell her life story to just everyone among other things. She appeared to have lots of potential. It had to take some power to knock a full grown wizard off his feet without any teaching of magic even if he was caught off guard. He might be able to teach her some magic...but not all of it! He needed Dumbledore...but how? She finished to the point to where they were. He released her wrist. He told her she didn't have it so bad. He told her about his life. About how the wizarding world, his friends, and about how he had fallen into the portal to another world from the department of mysteries. How the portal had closed when he fell through. He wondered...maybe she was his key to getting back! He asked her to try opening the portal. She seemed willing. She was rather pleased she had finally found someone to trust. They walked down the alley together. He stopped abruptly. "Wait...what is your name?" She looked up at him with a smile that was reflected in her eyes. "Lyra."