Just so everyone knows, I wrote this at one in the morning.

Chapter Three:

Pieces of Ice

Turning away she said, "I cannot help you at this point. I'm sorry."

Before she could walk off, the boy called out to her. "Please! I'm in desperate need of help. I believe the person who has the matching half of this necklace can help me find out who I am." Lyra stopped in her tracks, not turning back towards the boy. "All I ask of you is to help me find the person with the matching necklace."

Lyra stood still, pondering whether or not to help him. There were a lot of people and paintings in Hogwarts, too many for Lyra to handle. Though, the boy did seem like he was on the verge of tears and he did ask kindly. Sighing, Lyra turned back around to face the boy who was now on his knees.

"Fine. I'll help you." She heaved, looking up away from the boy.

"Oh thank you, … um… What was your name?" The boy asked.

"Hn." Lyra turned her back to him again, crossing her arms. "It's Midnight. What's your name, so I can find you easier."

"I don't remember, but everyone calls me Whisper."

"Fine. I'll talk to you later, Whisper."

Then, Lyra was off to the Great Hall. When she reached it, she was surprised how some students were up and eating, but not surprised that all the teachers were there, including Mirage. Lyra made her way down to her chair, picking out another apple to nibble on.

'What did I say Lyra?' a meanly asked telepathically; it was Mirage.

'I don't know.' Lyra coldly replied

'Eat!' Mirage shouted in her head.

"Ow!" Lyra cried out, grabbing her head.

Anyone that heard her turned to her, wondering why she had yelped. Lyra pretended as if it never happened and continued to take bigger bites out of her apple. Then, she put some rice and eggs on her plate, glaring at Mirage who acted as if she didn't notice. Something soon caught Lyra's eye. The man sitting next to Mirage kept looking at her askance. Lyra cocked an eyebrow at him.

Ignoring the minor situation, she quickly finished her dinner and was off to find the headmaster. She walked through many halls, passing by more and more students that were either fully awake or half dead. A lot of the boys that she passed would give her looks of hunger, but she shrugged the off for the moment.

In a few minutes, she found herself in front of a statue of a gargoyle.

"Earwax Jellybean." Lyra said, the gargoyle beginning to twist into a staircase.

She began to walk up it as it ascended slowly. It stopped and Lyra opened the door, walking into a large, beautiful, circular room. There were a lot of interesting noises and things that would do odd things like puff smoke for no reason. Lingering on the walls were the portraits of past headmasters and headmistresses. Sitting on the top of two stairs was a claw footed desk and chair with a rutty looking hat behind it; Albus had told Lyra that it was the Sorting Hat.

"Good morning, Ms. Moira." Dumbledore greeted Lyra, walking to his seat.

"Please, Headmaster. Call me Lyra. Ms. Moira was my mother." Lyra spat hatefully.

"Okay then, Lyra." He replied, sitting in his seat. "How may I help you?"

"Well, if it isn't a bother, sir, may I ask if you can excuse one student for the entire day. I need to get some supplies for my classroom."

"It is no bother at all. I'll make an announcement at breakfast when everyone is there. As for now, I suggest you go cut off Severus from leaving the Great Hall and talk to him about your mother." Dumbledore suspiciously advised Lyra.

Lyra looked at him like he was up to something before turning on her heels and leaving. She thought about what he had said as she neared the Great Hall. Speeding out of the Great Hall was the man that was sitting next to Mirage.

'I'm thinking that he is Severus.' Lyra slyly said to herself, catching up to him.

"Hey, Severus!" She called out from behind him, stopping him at the foot of the main staircase.

"Oh! You're that new girl." He greeted her coldly.

"I have a question to ask you." She seriously told him, stuffing her hands in her pockets.

"What exactly would that be?" He responded, crossing his arms.

"You like Mirage, don't you?"

His face flushed and his eyes cut off his connection from Lyra's. He quickly regained his composure and looked at Lyra again.

"That is none of your concern."

With that, he tried to walk off, thinking he was off the hook.

"Actually, Severus, it is my concern because she's my mother." She plainly told him, walking back into the Great Hall leaving a stunned Severus behind.

Lyra was ticked that Severus would treat her like that. She was going to teach him to never disrespect her ever again. Revenge to her was always sweet, but she never showed an expression about it.

"Excuse me, Ms. Moira?" a gentle voice asked from behind her as she was walking through the center aisle of the Great Hall.

She turned around to come face to face with a very pretty girl that looked her age. She had frizzy brown hair and intelligent brown eyes. Her skin was fair white and she had a great body. Her robes were of Gryffindor, revealing that she was probably loyal or brave.

"Call me Lyra." She tried to say as nicely as possible.

"Ok, Lyra. How were you able to get a teaching job at such a young age?" the girl asked curiously.

"What are you? A reporter? If you are, I don't do interviews. I'm tired of the stupid Skeeter trying to get me in her paper just because I'm the youngest teacher ever." Lyra spat hatefully.

"No! No! I'm not! I promise!" the girl assured her. "I'm just curious."

"I spent most of my time in the library, studying. I didn't have time for friends, so I had even more time on my hands. I began to take more advanced classes and graduated when I was fourteen." Lyra explained quickly. "Who are you?'

"I'm sorry! My name's Hermione…" she started.

"Granger. You're in my class today. I remember." She showed her a small smile, which was a big mistake because every guy that caught a glance was drooling. "You're a smart and beautiful girl. Take my advice, when you find the guy you like the most, don't be afraid to tell him. You never know what may happen."

She walked off once more, leaving another person stunned in their place. Then, she sat in Severus' seat, beside Mirage. She was still eating a big breakfast: eggs, rice, waffles, and taiyaki with orange juice and water.

"Hey, Mirage."

"What is it?" Mirage asked, suspecting Lyra.

"Fine. I'll get straight to the point. Do you like Severus?" Lyra asked curiously, hoping that she didn't.

"He's a nice guy, but I wouldn't say I like him. I mean we just met today." Mirage told her before taking a swig of her orange juice.

"Whatever." Lyra mumbled, picking at her fingers.

Before Mirage could say her comeback, Dumbledore tapped his glass, catching everyone's attention. Everyone went quiet fast that it was almost scary. Lyra sat up right in her chair while listening to Dumbledore.

"Today, Lyra is looking for someone to help her shop for items at Hogsmeade. Whoever is chosen is going to be excused for the entire day with a passing grade, but just for today. Now, who would like to assist Lyra?" Dumbledore announced merrily.

Almost every hand shot up in a heartbeat. Lyra rolled her eyes at everyone and crossed her arms, dropping her head back so she wouldn't have to look at the students.

"Ah! Mister Malfoy, this is the first time you have ever took such interest in helping someone. Lyra, would you like him to assist you?" Dumbledore asked.

"Fine by me." Lyra answered sounding tired, not even seeing who was going to be helping her.

"Okay. Mister Malfoy, you are excused for the rest of the day. Please come up here."

Lyra could hear all the sighs of disappointment. They soon died down as everyone, except for one went back to their normal day. Forcefully, Lyra got out of her chair, only to bump into her assistant for the day. There he stood at six foot one inches with pale white skin and silver blonde hair. His eyes looked like thin pieces of ice as they stared down at Lyra; she was five foot four inches. Lyra noticed that he was wearing the Slytherin uniform.

"Hey, babe. I'm your helper." He said slyly.

End of Chapter 3: Pieces of Ice