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A/N: Yay! Two comments! Thanks to Phoenixtear19 and Chou Kawaii! Hope you come back for more (and tell your friends!))
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Lyn slowly stood up from her chair and looked around. She was standing in a small parlor furnished in a Victorian style. There were a half dozen people in the room, none of which glanced her way. As she turned to take in the room, she caught sight of herself in the mirror. She froze in shock.
'My hair…it's so…curly and blonde! And my eyes! They're practically shining, they're so blue! And, whoa, where did these come from?' She glanced down and, sure enough, her body was curvy in all the right places and not nearly as fat as she remembered. Lyn promptly swooned gracefully onto a fainting couch—no, actually she passed out cold onto the floor.
When she came to, Lyn looked up into a pair of stunning grey-blue eyes framed by white-blond hair. "Who are you," she asked.
"What do you mean, who am I, Tyra? I'm Draco!" said the boy, excuse me, young man, with a concerned look in his beautiful eyes.
"Draco Malfoy?" she asked in confusion. To herself she thought, 'He doesn't look like the actor, in fact he's even hotter!'
The hottie turned away and called, "Mum, I think something's wrong with Tyra."
Suddenly, Lyn realized what he was calling her. "OMG! Am I Avelynaptyra? Am I in my own story?"
Everyone in the room had now gathered around and was looking at her concernedly. A woman with long black hair and heavy-lidded eyes said, "Do you think we should call in a healer?"
"I'm fine!" Lyn exclaimed as she jumped to her feet. "I just got dizzy for a second." She overbalanced, since she wasn't used to such a light body, and fell into Draco's arms. Then she realized she could still hear screaming…but Draco was holding her. "Um, who's screaming?" she asked.
A tall, thin blonde woman walked over to the fire, tossed in some dust, and called, "Montgomery, we need you at headquarters immediately."
Within seconds, a portly man with a walrus mustache carrying a black doctor's case stepped out of the fire and walked over to Lyn. "Now what seems to be the trouble, Tyra?" he asked.
Just then, the door to the next room swung open. A sweating, crying man fell through the doorway and onto the floor, followed by the tall, red-eyed figure of none other than…Voldemort himself! Lyn couldn't help herself; she gave a small scream.
Voldemort turned and looked at her. For a moment, they made direct eye contact, and Lyn felt like he could read her mind. Suddenly, she remembered that he COULD read her mind—he was, after all, an accomplished Legil-whatever. And she didn't know how to block him out! And she especially shouldn't think about being an undercover Phoenix agent…oh darn.
A look of confusion crossed his face, followed by anger as he pulled out his wand. "Who the &$# are you, and what have you done with Tyra?" he asked.
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A/N: Me again! What do you think of my cliff hanger? Do you like Lyn/Tyra? Should I continue? Please R&R. Pretty please? With a cherry on top? I want at least twice as many reviews as last time (in other words four.) Thanks!