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LYRA

"Girls!" Madame Maxine called, right when Hogwarts came into view, "Look out your windows. Hogwarts!"

I was one of the last ones to the windows. I had seen Hogwarts several times over the past year.

The cries of my fellow classmates were enough to draw me to the windows.

"It isn't super amazing," I whispered to my best friends, Kayla and Carrine.

"C'est ce que tu penses," Carrine whispered back, telling me, that's what I think.

"Vrai Carrine," Kayla solidified.

"Sérieusement les gars?" I scolded.

"Oui," They harmonized.

"Pourquoi!" I cried, frustrated. This wasn't the first time they had sided against me.

"Le voilà!"

"Nous sommes là!"

"Hogwarts!"

We landed and were rushed into the school. We got ready for our entrance.

"5,6,7,8!" Madame Maxine cried.

We ran through our entrance 15 time before Madame Maxine said it was ready.

MIKEAL

"BOYS! POSITIONS!" Karakoff shouted at us.

"Yes, Sir!" We all formed a long line before the doors burst open, revealing the Great Hall.

We did the routine like second nature. Then, sat down at different tables, waiting for Hogwarts to show us what they could do.

"Hogwarts students, get ready!" An old, grayed man, whom I presumed was Dumbledore, called out.

Words appeared in the front of the hall.

"Hogwarts, Hogwarts, Hoggy, Warty, Hogwarts, teach us something please..." They sang. Soon it was over.

"Hello. I'm Mikeal. Who are you?" I asked the kid sitting next to me. I suspected him to be Ronald Weasley, he had red hair and his clothes were not in the best shape.

"I'm Ron. You seem familiar, like I've seen you before," He told me, puzzled.

"Well, I live near Dorset," I told him.

The boy on the other end of him leaned forward and introduced himself, "I'm Harry. You look a lot like Ron. Your hair is red like his, but Ron has blue eyes. You have hazel eyes."

Suddenly Lyra plopped down in the seat across from me, "Hello, I'm Lyra."

Harry stared at her a little bit before I introduced him and Ron, "Hi. This is Ron and Harry."

"Like as in the Harry. Harry Potter."

"Yes," Harry told her.

"Well, I see that I might be spending time with you as I'm staying with the Gryffindor 4th years."

"Okay," He murmured, in a daze, "Do you know that blue looks good on you. It contrasts with your hair."

"Thanks. Now I'm off!" She stood up right before Dumbledore told us to go to our dorms. She was waiting for us outside the portrait of the Fat Lady.

"How did you get here so fast?" Ron asked.

"I was here last winter for Christmas. My uncle takes care of me because my parents died and he taught here last year."

"Who was he?" Harry asked.

"Remus Lupin."

"Did you take his name or did you keep yours?" Ron asked. They were very good at asking personal questions.

"I kept mine." Lyra kept a straight face but I knew deep down she was sobbing.

"What is it then? You look a lot like a girl a saw in my parent's photo album. I wanted to know if you were the girl. I'm betting she's my sister and I want to know badly," Harry confessed.

"Okay, okay. I'll tell you that the girl in the picture is, in fact, me," Lyra looked joyus but still sad.

"Do you know who the other boy is then?" Harry quickly asked, "Oh plus, YAY! This is all happening so fast"

"Yes, I do. And he is staying with us. He's one of my best friends. Plus, sorry I could never come over. The world thinks we're dead."

"Nice. But WHO!"

"You'll find out later. Right now it's time for bed!" Lyra walked away to the girl's dorm.

HARRY

The next morning, I woke up at 4:30. My head was filled with questions. Was Lyra my twin? Or were we all triplets, because of the other boy? Why didn't Professor Lupin or Sirius tell me? I walked out to the common room, to clear my head, just to see the one person I didn't want to see at this moment, Lyra, sitting on the couch.

"Can I sit?" I asked startling her.

"Couldn't sleep either? But, sure."

"Have you been up all night?"

"Yeah," She shrugged her shoulders.

"Lyra!" I said a little too loud.

"Sorry. I was watching the Greatest Showman for the 347 time. Want to watch with me?"

"Duh! I lllloooovvvveeee that movie! I know all the songs!"

"I can act out the whole movie exactly,"

15 Minutes Later

"Right here, right now

I put the offer out
I don't want to chase you down
I know you see it
You run with me
And I can cut you free
Out of the drudgery and walls you keep in
So trade that typical for something colorful
And if it's crazy, live a little crazy
You can play it sensible, a king of conventional
Or you can risk it all and see

Don't you wanna get away from the same old part you gotta play
'Cause I got what you need, so come with me and take the ride
It'll take you to the other side
'Cause you can do like you do
Or you can do like me
Stay in the cage, or you'll finally take the key
Oh, damn! Suddenly you're free to fly
It'll take you to the other side

Okay, my friend, you want to cut me in
Well I hate to tell you, but it just won't happen
So thanks, but no
I think I'm good to go
'Cause I quite enjoy the life you say I'm trapped in
Now I admire you, and that whole show you do
You're onto something, really it's something
But I live among the swells, and we don't pick up peanut shells
I'll have to leave that up to you

Don't you know that I'm okay with this uptown part I get to play
'Cause I got what I need and I don't want to take the ride
I don't need to see the other side
So go and do like you do
I'm good to do like me
Ain't in a cage, so I don't need to take the key
Oh, damn! Can't you see I'm doing fine
I don't need to see the other side

Now is this really how you like to spend your days?
Whiskey and misery, and parties and plays

If I were mixed up with you, I'd be the talk of the town
Disgraced and disowned, another one of the clowns

But you would finally live a little, finally laugh a little
Just let me give you the freedom to dream
And it'll wake you up and cure your aching
Take your walls and start 'em breaking
Now that's a deal that seems worth taking
But I guess I'll leave that up to you

Well it's intriguing, but to go would cost me greatly
So what percentage of the show would I be taking?

Fair enough, you'd want a piece of all the action
I'd give you seven, we could shake and make it happen

I wasn't born this morning, eighteen would be just fine

Why not just go ahead and ask for nickels on the dime

Fifteen

I'd do eight

Twelve

Maybe nine

Ten

Don't you wanna get away to a whole new part you're gonna play
'Cause I got what you need, so come with me and take the ride
To the other side
So if you do like I do
So if you do like me
Forget the cage, 'cause we know how to make the key
Oh, damn! Suddenly we're free to fly
We're going to the other side
So if you do like I do
(To the other side)
So if you do like me
(We're going to the other side)
'Cause if we do we're going to the other side
We're going to the other side" They sang.

LYRA

By the time Harry and I finished the movie, it was morning. Mikeal saw me out here and ran over.

"Lyra Rosalynn Potter-Lupin! Were you up all night?" Mikeal whisper yelled at me.

"You know I have insomnia and ADHD so bad I can't lay still to fall asleep." I told him, even though he already knows.

"You have insomnia and ADHD?" Harry asked, butting into our PRIVATE conversation.

"The insomnia is self diagnosed but the ADHD is doctor diagnosed. I just can't sit still for very long and I can't sleep." I explained.

"Cool, well kinda!" Harry said, "And how does he," Harry pointed to Mikeal, "know your full name?"

"Oh, me? I grew up with Lyrakins here," Mikeal told him.

"Our adoptive parents became friends, they hated each other in school though. They made up years later. So when one parent was dealing with issues or needed to be alone, say Mikeal's Dad's Mom was having health issues, Mikeal would move in with us." I explained, wondering if Harry would put a couple pieces together.

"You both were adopted?" Harry asked. Mikeal and I gave each other a look, silently talking to each other.