Most of the things inside – these marks – are to indicate a change in phrase (like moons vs months in calculating timing) that Lya heard in a minor conversation that isn't apart of the story itself

Minerva McGonagall has two younger brothers and I'm electing to ignore Pottermore's birth year of Minerva in 1934 and making her born in 1904 instead. During 1991 to 1998 she would be 87 to 94 years old respectively. Witches and Wizards have a longer lifespan than muggles and I stand by the opinion that Professor McGonagall won't die until she wishes to leave this Earth.

If anyone appears from the other universe, it will not be until further into the story. No promises though

Disclaimer: I own nothing recognizable except for Lya and Athena

The Lost Wolf

Chapter 3

Arya decided after breakfast – breaking their fast – to drag Lya around the fairly busy camp. The Reed kids were still unaccounted for and Sansa opted to stay with Catelyn while Robb went with Ned to discuss some of the battle plans or whatever. Catelyn had put her foot down and said it would be best if Lya waited a few days before starting on the rune stones. Her argument was that Lya still needed to recover, despite having seen the wounds heal in front of her eyes. Ned had agreed with his wife much to Lya's chagrin which is why Lya was completely free to be hauled around by the young girl.

Lya didn't really mind though. Arya was fun.

The interactions with people in camp were odd to say the least. The men in the camp kept saying 'My Lady' every time they noticed the girls passing by making Lya extremely uncomfortable. Athena was following the girls and Lya had her magic, so she didn't feel threatened around all the strange people. After the twentieth time, when the girls made their way to a secluded area, Lya finally asked.

"Why do they keep calling us 'My Lady'"

"Because Father's their Liege Lord as the Lord of Winterfell and Warden of the North. Everyone here is a bannerman of the Starks.", Arya explained. The girl sounded like when Hermione gave an answer in class, repeating what she had read or been told. Unfortunately, it caused more questions than answers, but it gave Lya enough information to get by for now.

Speaking of Ned…

"Do you know what happened to his leg?", Lya asked Arya.

The girl glowered and kicked a rock in front of her. "Stupid Lannisters. Jaime Lannister attacked him, Jory and some of the Stark guards in the street in King's Landing for no reason. Jory and the guards were killed and Father was stabbed in the back of the knee by one of the Lannister men because he was beating Jaime"

Lya wrapped an arm around the fuming girl and tugged her close. Arya deflated easily into Lya, wrapping an arm around her in return. "Did the weapon pierce all the way through? Do you know?"

Arya nodded, "That's why Father's still limping." Arya came to a halt and turned to look up at Lya hopefully.

"You healed your arm with magic, could you heal Father's leg too?"

Lya nodded, "Probably, there isn't much that magic can't heal" That was her reason for asking actually.

"Could you fix someone's legs?"

Lya had a feeling they were no longer talking about Ned. "Do you mean could I fix someone's legs if they were broken or do you mean if they were paralyzed from the waist down?"

"If they were paralyzed?", Arya asked sounding a little uncertain.

"If it was caused by normal means then absolutely", Lya answered glancing curiously at the girl. Lya was missing information. Again.

"So, you could fix Bran's legs", Arya said like she was assuring herself her unruly black hair bouncing with her.

Hold up, Bran?

"What's wrong with Bran's legs", Lya asked. She may not remember but she would like to know things about her siblings, especially the important things.

"He was pushed from the Broken Tower by one of the Lannisters, at least that's what I overheard Mother and Father discussing while you were unconscious.", Arya said. She toed at the ground and kicked at another rock. "The Lannisters ruin everything", she grumbled.

Again with the Lannisters. Lya wasn't going to comment on her sister's eavesdropping, merlin knows Lya had done it as well. She wasn't going to be a hypocrite.

"Are there any Lannisters where we're headed?", Lya asked thoughtfully.

"No, Lannisters live in Casterly Rock and in King's Landing.", Arya said firmly shaking her head. "They aren't Northerners"

Lya nodded and wrapped her arm around the slight girl's shoulder.

Moving along they wandered upon a section of camp that bordered a tree line. A brown-haired guy was practicing archery at the trees. He had what looked like the giant squid stitched into his cloak and didn't seem to notice their presence for a good minute. Lya noticed he was actually pretty good with the bow, almost at the same level as Aunt Minerva's younger brother, Malcolm who had been using a bow for almost eighty years.

"Hi Theon", Arya said after the guy had fired a shot into the trunk of the tree.

"Hello, Arya", the guy said, not drawing out another arrow from his quiver, instead moving closer to the girls. "It's good to see you again, Lyarra"

"Lya", the dark-haired girl corrected fiddling with her necklace.

"Funny, you used to hate being called Lya, always preferred Lyarra", Theon chuckled fondly.

"Oh, I didn't know that", Lya said kind of confused. She wondered why she would've had a problem with her name getting shortened, she was fine when people shortened Lya to Lee, even though Lya was short enough in her opinion.

"I'd heard", Theon said, his light eyes becoming solemn, "You really don't remember anything?"

No, I remember everyone, I'm just pretending I don't, Lya thought sarcastically. "Nope", was all she said though.

"Theon Greyjoy, ward of your father's", he helpfully introduced himself with a sad smile, giving more information than was probably normal. Merlin, if only everyone did that with her, it would make things easier.

"Ward?"

"Your father's my guardian", Theon explained simply. Lya nodded, so he and Ned were like her and Aunt Minerva. "I see Red's found her master"

"Her names Athena now", Arya informed him scratching the wolf behind her ears.

"Athena? Never heard a name like that before", Theon said.

"It's from where I was", Lya said with a shrug, "name of an ancient mythological Goddess of wisdom"

"Better than Red", Theon conceded. He shouldered his bow and Lya thought he looked smaller for a moment, with no facial hair, baby-faced and cheeks red from the cold. The light around him appeared darker for a moment and the trees looked older as well, before he was back to being taller and older, the trees younger and the midday sun broke through whatever that was.

She remembered Malcolm McGonagall asking her once if she had practiced archery before when he decided she should learn like the rest of his children and grandchildren. This was after Aunt Minerva had introduced her to the McGonagall clan during the first summer holiday. Given that Lya couldn't remember, she could only shrug her shoulders at the grey-haired man.

"Where are you Ladies headed?", Theon asked, breaking Lya from her thoughts

Arya looked indignant but Lya cut in before Arya could complain about whatever part of the question had irritated her.

"Did we practice archery together?", Lya asked, brow furrowed, head tilted to the side a little.

Theon startled a little before nodding slowly. "More like I taught you, really"

"Why would you teach me?", Lya asked curiously. Why not her brothers or Ned or whoever taught her brothers if it wasn't Ned?

"Your mother said no, and your brothers wouldn't go against her wishes at the time", Theon answered cautiously, watching her carefully. Lya wondered maybe if there had been more than just practicing. There couldn't have been much since they would've only been around nine or eleven. Theon looked only slightly older than Robb.

"So, don't mention it to her?", Lya asked, if she still didn't know then Lya wasn't about to get someone, who had helped her sneak around, into trouble.

Theon gave a small smirked, "If you wouldn't mind. Your father knows, but I don't believe the rest of them do."

Lya nodded and fiddled with her necklace. He watched her hand playing with the pendant carefully for a moment and narrowed his eyes. "What's that on your hand?"

Lya pulled her hand away to look at what it could be. Seeing it was her dominant hand, she realized he was seeing the deep scar of "I must not tell lies" from the detentions with Umbridge. She had joined Harry in arguing with the putrid pink hag about Cedric's death and unfortunately the woman didn't believe that Lya had no memory as well. As if there would be a reason for Lya to lie about that.

Aunt Minerva had warned her off of arguing with the toad in order to keep a low profile within the Wizarding World as it had been heading into the beginnings of the war, but by that point the damage had been done and Lya was in the pink toad's sights.

"It's nothing", she said lowering her hand. Theon glared at the blatant lie but didn't say anything to her about it. Instead he decided to join the pair in their wonderings, escorting the pair of them around the camp along with Athena. Theon, having been traveling with the camp for a few months – moons as he said – now, kindly pointed out banners and explained – with the occasional assistance from Arya – who the banners belonged to and who they were. He kept it at the basics but Lya found it extremely helpful. He also pointed out shortcuts back to the Stark family tents, which were placed near the central part of camp.

Lya thought he had dropped the subject of her hand entirely. He hadn't brought the scar up again the entire time they wandered around and didn't even mention it when they had arrived back to where Catelyn, Sansa and the others were closer to supper time.

When Robb had come barging up to her later after dinner, she realized she should not have underestimated Theon.

The guy was patient.

She quickly stuffed the carved stone into her bag and hoped it fell somewhere near the other few stones she had done since being left alone. The younger girls were with Catelyn right now and the woman seemed somewhat okay with leaving Lya alone. Honestly, Catelyn wasn't really okay with it, but Lya had asked for a little alone time and promised to keep Athena with her.

"Let me see your hand", Robb demanded. Lya was sitting next to a fire alone with Athena, Theon was behind Robb. Lya handed him her nondominated hand, before Theon commented.

"He means the other one", Theon said. Robb looked back at his friend almost for confirmation and missed Lya glaring at Theon. Theon, for his part, managed to not flinch at the McGonagall trained glare. She'd gotten her housemates and the hidden children in the RoR to listen with that look quite a few times.

Robb turned back around and, when it was obvious that she wasn't going to cooperate, snatched her hand to examine the back of it. Athena stood and growled low at him, but he didn't seem to notice. His grip tightened with his look allowing only a growl to slip through his teeth, "Who?"

"None of your business", Lya growled back trying to yank her hand back. Who did he think he was?

"I'm your brother", He argued.

"My brother, not my owner", Lya hissed back. "Unless sisters are slaves to their brothers here"

Robb flinched back at that, dropping her hand like it had burned him. Robb took a deep breath before asking quietly, "Are they still living?"

She could only shrug, Lya didn't know honestly, "Last I knew she had been carried off by people she had pissed off" she also didn't particularly care what happened to the hag, especially after Lya had caught her using the blood-quill on younger students.

Everyone had cheered when they'd learned the toad had been carried off by centaurs after Umbitch had been tricked by Hermione. The girl wasn't nicknamed the brightest witch of her age for no reason.

"Why would she have done this to you", Robb asked keeping his voice low and quiet.

"Because she didn't like that I disagreed with her even though there was proof she was wrong, I wasn't the only one she went after", as if that made it better to Robb. From his look, it didn't.

"She carved words into you, for disagreeing?", Robb asked horrified at the thought of a punishment like that used on Lya.

"She made us use a blood-quill, which uses your blood instead of ink, to write lines", Lya said with a shrug, "I didn't realize the quill was out-lawed when she was forcing us to use it."

"It was a quill?", Theon asked. His eyes were just as wide as Robb's.

How Robb hadn't seen the scars when he had obviously seen her other injuries, which were also on her arms Lya didn't know. Right now, she was hoping he would at least keep it to himself.

Chances are the others would see it if they hadn't already.

"What are the chances that you'll keep this information to yourself?", Lya asked warily.

Robb stared at her with narrowed eyes, "Mother and Father already know, Lyarra"

"Lya", she corrected letting out a deep sigh. There goes the hope of making them worry less. Maybe they'll just ignore it. Lya conceded that she probably wouldn't be that lucky.

"Did you have to tell them?", She said glaring at Theon.

He shrugged under his cloak. "They had a right to know."

"And you have the right to mind your own business and stay out of mine", She growled at him. She stood from the log she had been sitting on and glanced at Robb. "I'm going for a walk."

"I'll come with you", Robb said moving to follow when she held a hand up to him.

"Alone", she stressed. "I'll be back in an hour or so"

She turned and walked away from the pair. Stopping by her tent she dropped off her bag trusting the security wards on it and moved towards the edges of camp. Lya succeeded in going unnoticed and turned to look at Athena who was still following her.

"You can stay here if you want", Lya told the wolf. The only response she got was a look Lya equivalated to no I won't, idiot.

Lya shrugged and after glancing back to make sure she wasn't being followed, she allowed her body to shift. Falling to the ground on paws, she shook out her coat and made her way into the forest.

She wasn't entirely sure how long she had been running in the forest, Athena following close at her side. The direwolf was a good head taller than Lya's form and kept up easily with Lya. Looking up she noticed the moon floating closer to the center of the sky and figured she should probably head back to camp. She circled around and shifted behind a dark tent that wasn't too far from where hers was, her clothes falling perfectly into place.

Moving through camp, she noticed that the tents near hers were all lit up. Now that she thought about it hers was lit up as well. Theon and Robb were standing closer to her tent, next to Catelyn. Ned looked to be in the middle of a large group.

Lya slunk up behind Robb and asked in a whisper, "What's going on?"

She was not expecting the three of them to whip around with wild eyes at the sound of her voice.

"Lyarra!"

"Are you alright?", Catelyn said tugging Lya into her for a hug before drawing back and placing her hands on Lya's shoulders, looking the smaller girl over. Lya noticed Ned quickly making his way over to them.

"I'm fine. Why? Did something happen?", Lya asked confused as Ned followed Catelyn's lead in pulling Lya close before releasing her and also giving her a once over.

Lya decided to store the information that the hugs felt familiar away for later.

"Did something happen? Lyarra, you went missing. No one has seen you in hours and your bag was left found in your tent without you", Catelyn asked blue eyes wide and disbelieving.

Missing?

"I went for a walk. I told Robb and Theon", Lya said confused. Why was there this much fuss over her walking around?

To be fair she wasn't walking, more like running but the details didn't really matter.

"You said you'd be back over here within an hour, Lyarra", Robb argued.

"No, I said I'd be back to camp in an hour or so", Lya explained slowly. Ignoring them using Lyarra instead of Lya. Not important right now.

"You left the camp?", Ned asked this time. Narrowing his eyes at her slightly and glancing over her again like he was trying to make sure he didn't miss an injury or something. He did miss the first one and Lya wouldn't make a fuss if she was. Maybe he realized that?

"I wasn't far", Lya said with a shrug. Maybe a little far. She hadn't fully been paying attention.

"Lyarra, you shouldn't be leaving the camp, it's not safe.", Ned said looking caught between disappointment and worry.

"Sorry, I didn't know", she said softly.

Ned must have realized she was being sincere with the apology because he tucked her into his chest again.

Lya felt his hand on the back of her head and shoulders. She hesitantly wrapped her arms around him. Inhaling the sent of leather and something that Lya's mind couldn't identify as anything but home. Which, by all accounts, was odd as home has been Hogwarts for the last six years.

She realized Ned was either really tall or she was uncommonly short for Westeros because she only came up to his shoulders. Barely.

"Sorry", she mumbled again, this time into his leather vest thingy. She felt more than heard him sigh and kiss her temple.

It sounded like he mumbled, "It's alright" before he pulled away and held her shoulders looking at her. "Don't leave camp alone again"

"Understood" Lya said before Catelyn tugged her close again.

After assuring them that no she was not going on another walk outside or inside camp that night, she was left alone for bed.

Throwing up a silencing charm inside her tent, she fell into a fitful sleep.

The grey stones of Hogwarts littered the ground around her. She'd been running around the school-turned-battle grounds fighting any Death Eater she came across and helping the other students fight when she could.

She'd run out of arrows a few Death Eaters ago, but she still had her bow, just incase she found any arrows. She wasn't holding her breath for that though, so her bow was back on her back, and her wand in hand.

She was running off the side of the court yard, covered in dust and blood. More dust was falling as the ground shook under her feet from the massive spellfire and…

Was that a giant in the courtyard?

Lya ducked and ran under the club the giant was swinging. Six other people already fighting the beast, Lya kept moving along.

She ducked under a bright green light, firing back a stunning spell in the direction it came from. Before continuing on.

Something told her she needed to keep moving forward.

She turned the corner and froze. She could feel her body shaking, heating up as red tried to take over her vision.

Greyback, in all his wild, crazed, filthy appearance, was bent over Lavender's neck, acting more like a vampire than a werewolf really.

"Diffindo", She hissed. He managed to dodge the spell before jumping quickly at her. He pushed her to the ground his sharpened nails tearing through her sleeve and into her arm. She felt the bow at her back snap as she landed on it. She managed to keep her wand in hand as he held her down by her throat. Not quite cutting off air flow.

"Aren't you a cute little pup?", He leered leaning in close. Lavender's blood smeared around his lips, accentuating his yellow and black teeth. "I might just keep you"

She bared her teeth at him snarling, "No one touches my friends"

"Aw what are you gonn-"

He gasped, his grip loosing on her throat. She shoved his body over and looked down at him. She never imagined the bone removal spell Lockhart had used on Harry would work but removing a spine instead of a bone in the arm, highly effective.

"No one. Touches. My. Friends.", She reiterated before aiming a cutting curse at his neck, silencing the werewolf forever before moving quickly to check on Lavender.

The girl wasn't breathing and Lya knew before even checking that she was no longer alive. Lya leaned her head down and took a deep breath. She slid Lavender's previously lively brown eyes closed and kissed the girl's forehead. Her body wracked with sobs.

She curled her knees to her chest as she let the tears fall, rubbing at the light pink lines left behind from Greyback's nails. She tried to catch breath in between her sobs. Eventually she managed to get it under control, arms wrapped around Athena's neck instead of her own knees. She wiped at the tear tracks before moving to her bag.

Leaving a note on the little table, in plain sight for anyone to find, she wandered out of the tent. The sun barely peeked over the horizon, grass covered in morning dew as she made her way through the camp to the secluded edge where she had found Theon practicing.

She sat on the grass watching the sun slowly rise above the horizon. She managed to calm down further, but still sat curled in on herself. Athena laid at her back almost curled around her. If the direwolf grew any bigger, she'd be taller than Lya all the time, she thought leaning into the comforting warmth of the red wolf.

The sun had risen further above the horizon when Athena perked and turned to look behind them. Picking up on footsteps herself she turned her head, noticing Ned approaching them, using a cane still, though his limp was much less pronounced. The note she had left behind was in his hand.

"Thank you for leaving a note this time" He said coming closer.

She shrugged not moving from her spot on the ground. "I didn't mean to worry any of you last night"

"I know", he said quietly. He observed her carefully before gesturing at the ground next to her, "May I?"

Lya nodded still curled in on herself. He sat carefully before asking, "Any reason for the morning walk?"

"Nightmares", she said despondent, not elaborating. She could still feel Lavender's blood on her finger tips, even though she knew they were clean.

"You never were one to cry over simple nightmares." She could feel his eyes on her, but she stayed facing forward, eyes on her boots. "Memories again?"

She stayed silent, probably answering his question better than words would have as his arm slid around her shoulders.

"Have you been in a war before?", She asked quietly.

He paused next her before solemnly responding, "I have"

"The memories, the- the loss, the grief, does it ever go away?", she asked quietly, tilting her head to the side, looking at him directly. He was looking out now, before glancing down at her.

"No." Ned said, squeezing her shoulder. "It is easier in time. The memories will fade some as will the pain, however it never fully goes away."

Lya nodded, grateful that he was at least honest with her. She caught a glimpse of the cane and shifted a little, digging through her bag. She pulled out a bright green potion in a corked vial and held it out to Ned.

He glanced at it confused, uncorking it and grimacing at the smell. Even Athena's nose twitched from where her head lay on Lya's opposite side.

"Wiggenweld potion. It'll finish healing up your leg", She said quietly. Might also keep you wide awake all day, given the potion was also the cure for the

He narrowed his eyes a little before downing it in one go. He shivered and coughed a little at the taste, "Can magic not make it taste better?"

"Adding flavoring lowers or completely eliminates the effectiveness of all healing potions unfortunately", Lya answered, "I'm told the one I'm saving for Bran tastes worse"

"The one for Bran?", he asked, raising a dark eye brow at her.

She nodded, "Arya might've mentioned what happened. I stock piled a bit on healing potions towards the beginning of the war. Never got a chance to use most of them because I disappeared mid-battle"

She ran out of the potion that helped with healing some effects of the cruciatus curse around January. Thankfully she wouldn't need that one here.

He only hummed thoughtfully before squeezing her shoulder once more. "Come, your mother's probably wondering what is taking so long to find you", he said moving to stand. Ned stared at his leg in shock before looking at Lya in wonder.

"I said it'd heal your leg", Lya said shrugging. He released a deep chuckle holding a hand out to Lya, helping her to pull herself off the ground.

She stored the now empty vile in her bag as Athena stood as well. The trio making their way back to the Stark family tents.

"Again with the wondering off", Catelyn muttered hugging Lya.

Lya refrained from saying that she was still technically in camp, she had Athena, and she left a note this time. Letting the woman fret over her until satisfied seemed the safest thing to do right now. That and she really didn't have the energy to argue after spending the morning crying.

Catelyn looked at her eyes concerned but Ned must have made a signal over Lya's head because she refrained from asking about why Lya's eyes were puffy from crying.

The older woman wrapped an arm around Lya and guided her towards the tent where they'd had breakfast.

Lya took the seat next to Arya but this time she was sandwiched between the girl and Robb. Theon was also across the table.

"Is your leg feeling better, Father?", Sansa asked. It was obvious something was different given he wasn't limping nor using the cane anymore.

Catelyn glanced at Ned before narrowing her eyes in Lya's direction.

She sent the red-haired woman a cheeky grin before taking a bite out of some dried meat that she had snatched off the serving plates. Catelyn's lip quirked but whatever she thought on the subject was kept to herself.

"Much better, Sansa", he confirmed before taking the seat at the head of the table. Catelyn sat in between him and Sansa again.

"Lyarra, are you alright?", Sansa asked, probably having noticed the puffiness around Lya's eyes.

"Lya and I'm fine, Little Red", Lya answered gently. She was not going to discuss the war with any of her younger siblings if she could help it. With all the questions they liked to ask, it was making that resolution a bit difficult to stick by.

Sansa froze and looked at Lya wide-eyed mouth dropped open.

Oh merlin, did I do something?

"Something wrong, Little Red?", Lya asked before noticing everyone else looking at her with wide hopeful eyes.

Yep, I did something.

"Do you remember me?", Sansa asked quietly.

"Sorry, no", Lya said with a shake of her head. She'd only had two partial memories come back and recognized smells and feelings. She had yet to gain any full memories with people and conversations.

"oh", Sansa deflated looking down at her plate. "You used to call me Little Red", she whispered into her food.

Lya did not like the sad look on her face. "Well", She started gaining Sansa's attention. "Guess that means the memories are probably there"

"Really?", Sansa asked perking up a little.

Lya hummed in confirmation, "Never used the phrase before and Hogwarts wasn't short on red-heads" Hello, Weasleys.

There were a few other younger students as well.

"What was Hogwarts like?", Arya asked.

"Well there was no shortage of kids, we outnumbered the professors about 25 to 1. Though rooming with seven other girls could be challenging some days", Lya answered. "Most of the time, it was a lot of fun."

"How do you room with seven other people?" Sansa asked wide eyed.

"Carefully and with no shortage of arguments. Hermione and Lavender usually had a row every week.", She munched into what she thought was dried fruit maybe. Honestly rooming with the hundred students in the room of requirement was easier. The situation might have had something to do with it though.

"They didn't like each other?", Arya asked.

"Difference in personal beliefs, that neither one could figure out how to reconcile", Lya said. Hermione stood by her beliefs, if nothing else. Lavender did as well which is where the problem usually laid. Hermione not realizing her feelings for Ron Weasley until after Lavender was dating him did not help the situation.

"Why not? If they were around each other all the time, why did they not learn to get along", Sansa asked.

"They never tried to understand the other person", Lya said looking between Sansa and Arya. "They were more focused on their own beliefs and never tried to understand why the other person believed what they did. "

The girls glanced into their food and allowed Lya to actually eat, since they seemed done asking questions for now.

"Aunt Minerva placed you there?", Catelyn asked brow slightly furrowed.

"She was the deputy headmistress", after receiving slightly confused looks she continued," She was second in command and one of the professors. Hagrid found me on the edges of the grounds and she was the first one he went to." Dumbledore had been at the Ministry, Lya remembers Hagrid saying something about that to Hagrid.

"How did you end up there?", Arya asked.

Lya looked down and shrugged her shoulders. "Don't know, that's the first memory I have."

The table fell into a somber silence.

They finished up breakfast in silence as well. Once it became obvious the younger ones were itching to leave, Ned addressed the table. "We'll be journeying back to Winterfell early tomorrow morning. We've been away from home far too long."

The mood increased at the announcement, but Lya wondered what'll happen when they arrive back. She's already had two half memories come back, maybe more will follow if she goes back to where it supposedly all began.