Okay. I already know that you have all noticed that there is no Alastor Moody. You'll find out the reason why I had to remove him from the storyline later on in the chapters.

Chapter 2: Lost In Paintings

As Samara was falling asleep, Lyra decided to check out the bathroom. Turning the knob, she gently pushed open the door to see a dark bathroom soon being illuminated by many candles. Laying in the middle of the bathroom floor was a black tiger with white stripes. It was now awake and turned to face Lyra with blood red eyes. It growled and then jumped at Lyra with its fangs and claws showing.

"Get off me, mom!" Lyra hissed as the tiger loomed over her.

The tiger began to morph into a beautiful woman in her late twenties. When the transformation was complete, straddling Lyra was Mirage. Her long, thick, silky purple hair was like a curtain across the sides of her face and her misty purple eyes were gleaming with enjoyment. Over her perfect white skin, she was wearing a Tripp plum and black corset, revealing her flawless stomach, with her black lace cargo capris.

"But I just missed you so much!" Mirage squealed like a little child while tugging Lyra up to a sitting position and hugging her.

"We've only been apart for two weeks." Lyra told her like it was nothing.

"Two long, terrible weeks!" Mirage fakely cried, still hugging Lyra.

"Can you please get off me?" Lyra asked her with impatience.

"Of course!" She squeaked, jumping off of her.

Lyra pushed herself off the ground with Mirage examining her when she was fully standing. Mirage smiled, making Lyra a little uneasy.

"You look so cute today!" Mirage squealed again, wrapping her arms tightly around Lyra's neck.

"Choking! Not breathing!" Lyra struggled to say through each of her gasps for air.

"Oh! Sorry!" She apologized releasing Lyra as she rubbed the back of her neck, Lyra bending over to get some oxygen.

"What are you doing in here, mom? This is my room."

"I had to see my daughter after our time away." She pouted, sitting on the edge of Lyra's bed.

"No, what I meant was how did you get in here?" She asked, not moving.

"I convinced Echo to let me in." Mirage answered slyly.

Lyra was infuriated at her mother's half-ass answers and was quiet afterwards. Then, she walked into the bathroom to examine it. The first area looked like a dressing room with lighted up mirrors and countertops with a few sinks. Walking further in, she found that the bath was on the left hand side of the bathroom and the shower was on the right; it was a two person shower.

She walked out of the bathroom apathetically, the lights turning off behind her. After closing the door, her mother looked at her with concern. Lyra stood by her balcony windows and just stared out at the moon.

"Is everything alright, Lyra?" Mirage calmed down.

Lyra remained quiet as she basked under the mystically illuminating moonlight.

"Please tell me. When you act like this, you worry me." Mirage continued, sounding like a real mother again.

Lyra sighed heavily, moving her head over to Samara. "I'm fine. There's just a lot of things on my mind right now. Can you please leave? I want to get some sleep."

Mirage said nothing and simply left; she learned when to say something and when to just shut up. Lyra wasn't the easiest person to read, but when she wanted to be alone, she would say it or show it.

After Mirage was gone, Lyra quickly changed into her Amy Brown red rose fairy pajama set and jumped into bed. She looked through her balcony windows again, up at the moon. A tear fell from her eye as she remembered a very painful memory. Soon, she had cried herself to sleep, the tears staining her pillow.

The next morning, she awoke to a red and yellow phoenix resting on her end table. It was holding a letter in its beak as it slowly moved it over to Lyra. She sat up in her bed and took the letter, the phoenix flying off with the balcony doors magically opening and closing. The envelope simply read:

Professor Moira

She opened the envelope, pulling out a piece of parchment with class schedules on it.

All Classes Will Be Starting At 7 p.m. on September 3, 1997.

Tuesday

Gryffindor House:

Harry Potter

Hermione Granger

Ronald Weasley

Neville Longbottom

Ginny Weasley

Pavarti Patil

Seamus Finnigan

Katie Bell

Dean Thomas

Lavender Brown

Wednesday

Hufflepuff House:

Hannah Abbott

Susan Bones

Eleanor Branstone

Justin Finch-Fletchley

Wayne Hopkins

Megan Jones

Ernie Macmillan

Laura Madley

Kevin Whitby

Rose Zeller

Thursday

Ravenclaw House:

Luna Lovegood

Terry Boot

Su Li

Padma Patil

Lisa Turpin

Michael Corner

Anthony Goldstein

Stephen Cornfoot

Stewart Ackerley

Orla Quirke

Friday

Slytherin House:

Draco Malfoy

Vincent Crabbe

Gregory Goyle

Pansy Parkinson

Millicent Bulstrode

Blaise Zambini

Theodore Nott

Tracey Davis

Daphne Greengrass

Rose Denry

Only the selected ten students of each house were qualified to attend your class. Please note that these students will be getting out of class at 5 p.m. on their assigned dates. Names were ordered by time of entry.

Sincerely,

Albus Dumbledore

Headmaster

She folded up her letter, placing it on the end table, along with her envelope; today was September 2, a Sunday. After doing her morning stretches, she went to her dresser to find her clothes for the day. From the top drawer, she pulled out her Junk Food sullen girl fairy tee, which approved her perfect torso structure. From the second drawer, she slid out her Chor metallic back pocket denim jeans. The third drawer she took out her black with skull ribbon bra and her black lace and red velvet hot pants. In the last drawer, she took her black ankle socks.

After making sure that everything was closed, she went into the bathroom, dropping her wardrobe on one of the clearings on the countertops, and grabbed two black and purple towels.

In half an hour, she was done changing into her clothes with her hair as dry as if she had never taken a shower. Before leaving, she picked up her trench coat that she had thrown on the floor next to her bed. Then, she noticed that Samara had just woken up.

"Samara." She apathetically called out to her, finishing putting on her coat. "Stay in this room and make sure no one comes in, including Mirage." She commanded her, Samara just sitting down and listening intently.

'Okay, Lyra. Have a nice day.' Samara agreed to her duties as Lyra stepped towards the portrait.

"You, too. I won't forget to send a house elf up to feed you."

With that, Lyra was out the door, trying to suppress her stomach from rumbling. As she was walking down the stairs, no students in sight because it was 6:30, someone called out to her. She paused on the second floor platform, looking around for the owner of the voice. It called out again.

"Where are you?" She asked in a threatening way.

"Right here." A low voice called from her side, making her jump.

Standing in a portrait was a tall boy looking around Echo's age, 18. His hair was short, black, and spiked up with royal blue eyes that were blank in emotions. His white skin was paling ghostly as it hid under layers of black clothing. Around his neck, he wore a silver chained broken heart pendant. He looked lost, almost confused, but he mostly looked like he needed some sort of help.

"Who are you?" she asked him.

"I don't know. Can you help me?" he asked her sadly.

She looked at him with her same blank expression. He continued to stare at her with such eyes. She could see the pain, the torture, and the confusion in his eyes. An argument formed in her head as she thought of an answer. Turning away she said……..

End of Chapter 2: Lost In Paintings