Brielle Montegomery- I thank you for the wonderful review. I wasn't entirely sure about the style I was writing in, but the reassurance is welcomed with open arms, haha. And now you've put the pressure on to make all my chapters great as well! I'll try to deliver to the best of my ability, which means I hope you like this chapter as well.

Purplepenguin12- Lyra's not a cat, but I love the guess! I've given more than one clue in this chapter so have fun guessing again, haha. I hope you enjoy it!

Now, let's see what happens? I hope you all enjoy because I'm kind of iffy on this chapter.

Disclaimer: I don't own the Harry Potter world. It's sad..but…that's how it goes..

Onwards!

To be a Gryffindor

Lyra pushed herself up to stand, dusting her hands as she looked around the duplicate Gryffindor Common room dejectedly. She'd hidden in the Room of Requirement with Peeves to mope about the twins being disappointed with her. Worse yet, she didn't even see where she'd gone wrong!

But the furious look in Fred's eyes haunted her, and she turned in to her natural cowardly nature and skipped dinner unable to face him before she took the detention he believed was rightfully his (and George's because honestly, where one twin was so was the other). Was it such a bad thing she wanted to offer what protection she could? Fiercely loyal, she had to do something.

Lyra knew very well she didn't have much to offer them. She was hesitant and shy, never allowed herself unrestricted in friendly, playful touches as they were with her. Perhaps she was getting this whole friendship thing wrong after all.

But that didn't make any sense. She helped Peeves away from the Bloody Baron that was protecting him. She'd never given his spot away either no matter how hard the Baron had glared. Peeve was her friend, despite his rather…mischievous behavior, and she would protect him. Of course…he was already dead but that was beside the point! He'd helped her out too. In fact he was still with her trying to cheer her up by juggling five exploding balls at once.

She winced and hoped to Merlin he didn't drop one.

Sighing she rubbed her arm moving to the door. It was time to face the rusty tip of the blood ink quill. Stepping out she sighed watching the door disappear. She knew later Wicky would be waiting with a bowl full of Essence of Murtlap, because no doubt the twins would still be angry with her.

She flinched at the thought.

Sighing she straightened biting her lip. Fine, they wanted to be mad at her for trying to help, good. She'd handle this on her own. It was insulting; being yelled at for trying to help. But his eyes were so angry…

Shaking herself she smiled at Peeves. "Off I go." He frowned, a grim look at looked so out-of-place on the child-like face. "You don't have to go see bridgy, Lyra." The ghost muttered uncrossing his arms to restlessly go back to juggling.

Grinning, a fond look softening her dark eyes, Lyra shook her head reaching out to playfully snatch one of the balls. Peeves nimbly dodged her greedy fingers. "Yes, Peeves, I do. " It was only fair right? Fred was mad at her and George was disappointed, she figured going through with the detention should be a sufficient punishment for it. She trembled and wrapped her arms around her middle.

Peeves' pale face brightened as a devious idea cooked up just behind his ghostly eyes. "I could go distract her, throw in a couple of these babies." He cackled and Lyra smirked, it was at times like these why she could understand that very few people could control Peeves. He really was a wild card wasn't he? And she loved him for it!

"Peeves!" She laughed, glad she'd finally done so feeling as if a weight had lifted off her shoulders (despite that lingers gut wrenching feeling when a flash of furious navy eyes clouded her vision, George's disappointed eyes were right up there too) spinning on her heel she held up a hand. "I got this."

Now if only she actually believed that she'd be positively golden! But she didn't, and from Peeves' skeptical look, neither did he. She huffed, sticking her tongue out. "Go on, go cause your beloved mayhem. I'll catch you later lemon head." She teased and Peeves grinned darting forward, his cold lips brushing off against her cheeks. "Later rabbit!" He cackled madly as he disappeared. Lyra put heer hands on her hips stomping her foot. "Damn it Peeves! Not you too!" But she was yelling at the empty ceiling causing quite a few students milling about to stop and look at her.

She groaned blushing furiously as she covered her face with her hands and took a step. "Lyra!" Lee called from down the hall, the seventh year jogging up to the weary girl.

"Lee…hi.." She greeted with a weak smile, trying to plaster a brighter one on her lips. It didn't last long even as he stood before her with a small grin. He was alone, she noted bitterly, and glancing behind him she sighed he'd probably heard the story already. But then why was he here? Confused because Lee had never personally sought her despite the fact they got along rather well (she figured he was busy trying to get the elusive 'Alicia' and that's why he was never around) out before she waited patiently.

"Have you see Fred and George? I can't find them anyways. Disappeared half way through dinner, Fred looked in a bit of a snit.." He explained rubbing the back of his neck, bewildered at the lack of information his best friends had given him.

Wincing, that heavy feeling of despair of was back as she shook her head miserably. "No…not since earlier." She mumbled scuffing the tip of her shoe along the floor. Well didn't he know how to make her worse. That's all she needed to hear, Freed snubbing his best friend because Lyra angered him. Glancing up at his confused expression she elaborated. "I took a detention. Which was why Fred was so angry, because he thought they should have gotten it instead…"

Lee smiled sympathetically. "Well, what was the detention for?" "Dress." She countered glumly, absently smoothing down her skirt. "My tie was undone, shirt untucked…"

"Dress?" He choked in disbelief. "We actually have rules on dress…" His fists clenched as he bit out "Umbitch.." Before going about to fix his own haphazardly worn uniform. Straightening his tie he paused a sly smile the twins would have been proud up stretched across his face (yeah the twins would have been proud and that's what scared her, it usually meant Lyra was going to become all squeaky and she was already far from pleased). "Hold on a tick, why was Fred so mad if it was your uniform messed up?"

She would not blush at that despite how eager Lee's face looked for a comment. She would not blush, she would fight and win before the burning sensation took over her face, she would, she would, she would…

Lose.

Damnit!

Scowling at the faint dusting of red she could feel, she rolled her eyes trying to ignore it. "Fred wanted to add to the rumors so he and George attacked me." He grinned lecherously so she pushed him playfully. "Not like that!" She said, proud she hadn't squeaked yet! Yeah, score for her!

Lee only grinned, toning it down a bit as he chuckled. "Oh, right the rumors, was this the one where they dragged you off to snog behind Honeydukes or you seduced them for a quick shag in the same place or…" He trailed off bouncing forward his own dark eyes bright with mischief as he said. "The one where they were testing a product filled with Amortentia which led to them have a quick one-off with you in the back room of Zonko's."

Lyra could only gape at him. "What?" She squeaked, damn it all she thought she'd finally beat that squeak. But at least she didn't faint; she'd certainly never heard that rumor and she could definitely say that was fainting material. A quickie inside Zonko's? Well…at least they were inside this time. Lyra thought dryly.

Groaning she covered her face as Lee let out a deep bellied laugh. "Do people have nothing better to do?" She whined before pausing wrinkling her nose in disgust. "Did I just whine?" Still laughing he nodded, causing her to sigh deeply. "But no, we really have nothing better to do." Lee informed her throwing a friendly arm over her shoulders. "Come on, I'll walk you to detention. Maybe we'll run into your harem on the way…" "Lee!" He chuckled ignoring the gentle hit to his chest.

Smiling, she looked off down the corridor. She genuinely liked Lee. He was the next closest friend after the twins. He brought a dynamic to the twins she could tell they enjoyed. He didn't exactly complete the duo (because Fred and George were already complete) but he was supportive and the twins treated him as an equal prank genius. That was some high praise she was sure.

"Won't Alicia mind?" Lyra teased gently, still unsure of how he'd react if she tried to tease him. Sighing to herself she realized she still had a lot to learn. He hummed in question his eyes flicking down to her as she motioned to the arm lazily spread across her shoulders. "Nah..." He waved it off watching curiously as she pulled the necklace wrapped around her wrist off, holding it in her hands as her thumbs stroked the fang. "Besides, her bets already in the pool." He said with a impish grin. "Her money's on you snogging George behind Honeydukes while Fred was on guard duty."

She choked and sputtered waving her hands in denial as he hooted with laughter as the bird in his arm was thoroughly embarrassed. "Lee!" She screeched in a tone he'd heard many times when one of the twins wanted to embarrass her. "There's not really a pool is there?" Lyra questioned faintly, alright maybe it was too soon to say she wouldn't faint today.

"No." Lee assured with a chuckle, face twisted with mirth. "But the look on your face was priceless!" She gasped and another light smack hit his chest. Looking down at her as she ducked out of his arms before Umbridge's door she smiled prettily at him, Lee wondered briefly if he should mention there was a bet going on but it had no link to the rumors milling about.. No, it had a lot to do with who would fall for the pretty bird first, Fred or George. He and Ginny Weasley were both in a lock down until one of the boys made a move.

"Thanks for walking with me." Her hands were shaking again, but her voice didn't waver and for that she was thankful, but that didn't stop her eyes from trailing to the office door. She wasn't in any hurry to, you know, be tortured or anything but she didn't want to arrive late and give Umbridge another reason to give her detention. That would blow Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Beans. So yeah, a lot.

Lee nodded slowly, shifting uncomfortably. He'd heard about the detention and he didn't want anyone to go through with it. He mentally cursed Umbridge when they both jumped as the door swung open, the twins standing there, pale and leaning heavily on each other. "Fred, George!" Lee gasped.

Fred grinned, but it was obviously forced as he nodded. "Coming to get us? How sweet." He said playfully wincing as he took a step his hand brushing against his robes accidently. "You git!, what did you do.." Lee questioned moving to stand between them, offering support. "Oi, Lyra, help me out." He called.

But she only stared blankly at the twins hands. The skin red and angry, some blood still seeping, but with her sharp eyes she could clearly see the five words they'd had to write.

'I must not cause trouble'.

"You didn't…" She breathed in horror. No, no, no! This was not the way it was supposed to go! "Did what?" Lee pipped up, but was ignored as Fred nodded with a grim look. "We did." He countered his eyes steady despite his pallor. "It was only fair." George agreed echoing her words without batting a lash.

Her necklace slipped from her fingers, hitting the floor with a soft 'clang' and a small bounce. Her fingers curled slowly into tight fists as she dropped them down to her sides. "Guys?" Lee questioned slowly, suddenly feeling the tension that was enveloping them.

Rage gathered slowly Lyra could feel it beginning to boil, kind of like a cauldron on a low flame that was steadily being fed to scorch the pot. She shook, but not from fear, it was as if she was suddenly overwhelmed and couldn't stop as magic rippled under her skin. "No, you shouldn't have been there. It was my detention." She hissed, each word spoke slowly and deliberately as if the enraged girl hoped they would build a wall to contain her rage.

Honestly she didn't know which one she wanted to smack first; Fred or George. Maybe she should rush through the doors and get Umbridge she was, after all, the one with the damn torturous quill! But it was the Minister's fault she was here, all because Harry was caught defending himself. Forget all of them, Lyra hissed mentally. Harry would have never been under such pressure if the Dark Lord hadn't risen again. So she'd take a trip and find ol' Voldy and show him exactly why she was so dangerous.

Her rage and rational pushed and pulled her so she took a claming breath but realizaed how large of a mistake that was when she breathed in the scent of blood and pain.

"It was going to happen eventually." George pointed out with a tired sigh, rubbing his face with his uninjured hand.

"But not for me! Never because of me!" She snapped back the last note toiling violently and nearby the windows shuddered one cracking, the small spider legs traveling up the glass. "Mate…do you see her eyes.." Lee breathed to Fred fearfully, even as the red-head took a step towards her. "Lee…" George cautioned before his eyes darted about the hall making sure no one was around. They were probably still at dinner.

Lyra snarled at Lee, her twilight eyes flashing. "She just growled at me." Lee narrated faintly. "She's going to do more than that if you don't shut up." Fred hissed, reaching out to the enraged girl cautiously as if dealing with a feral animal. And at the moment his rabbit certainly looked the part. But another hand grabbed her as Lee latched onto Fred when he stumbled back in surprise.

There was her house-elf staring up at them with a lop-sided grin, his wand out and muttering a quick spell, fixed the window. "Wicky here now." He announced stashing the wand in his ratty tunic. His hand curling around Lyra's arm as he led her over to George. "Lie, Wheezes are fine, friend fine too." He gestured for George to use her to lean on. She hissed as he wrapped an arm around her shoulders cautiously. He was about to draw back when she wrapped an arm around his waist, hissing under her breath. George shivered remembering the time Harry spoke Parseltongue…she sounded as if she were speaking it as well. Resting his cheek on the top of her head, ignoring the growl, he blinked in surprise at her ears. Or the ear he was looking at anyways, it was almost…pointed at the tops. Had they always been that way? "Calm rabbit, calm.." He whispered softly shifting wincing at the pain in his hand.

"Wicky has everything ready sirs. Don't be afraid." He chatted ushering them back down the hall toward the room of requirement. "Lie only upset Wheezes were hurt. Come, come." He said entering the room.

Lee cautiously glanced at the girl under George's protective arm. He was murmuring something but she didn't seem to hear him. "I think something's wrong with Lyra…" He whispered urgently to Fred. He didn't reply only tugged his fearful friend into the room of requirement.

The room was simple, two couches facing each other both a deep red a table sat between them with two large bowls set and ready. A fire blazed heating the room comfortably. It was kind of like a less furnished Gryffindor Common room. The twins sat on one couch tiredly, Lee in the middle. Lyra sat alone on the opposite couch. Wicky hummed, obviously undisturbed with the subtle (or not so subtle counting her eyes) changes in his mistress, as he handed a bowl each to Fred and George. "Hand in the goop." He said pointing one slim finger at the bowl. Doing as instructed they both dipped their hands in the bowls, hissing before sagging back on the couch in relief.

Lee eyed Lyra wearily, and she met his gaze unblinking, and he couldn't see any of the shy bird who'd been tucked under his arm earlier. Now, something about her made him shudder and cringe away goose-flesh appearing on his arms. Her eyes trained on him, almost reptilian in a way. "What…is she?" Because he was certain no other wizard had eyes like that.

George opened his eyes lazily as Fred's lips twitched. Lyra laughed softly as they all chorused together. "Something dangerous." Obviously it was an inside joke, but Lee was still fairly uncomfortable with all of this.

Her lips parted, revealing her sharp incisors her tongue darting out to run along her sharpened teeth in an oddly seductive movement. Which, Lee realized as he shifted again, he'd been watching a bit too closely. Wicky smiled nervously at the boys wringing his hands. "Master said to use obliviate on those who found her out. But the Wheezes know….but Mistress isn't normal yet…" He wailed kneeling by the couch Lyra was on, banging his head repeatedly against the wooden frame. "Wicky knew she was angry.." He mumbled out between hits, ignoring Lyra's tugging hand. "Could feel it, but Wicky resets the charms every night.."

"Wicky." Lyra said sharply and the house elf came willingly though still teary his forehead bright red. 'No punishing." She said softly as he nodded.

"Why does he have a wand?" George questioned, all the times he'd been around he'd never seen him with draw it. "He knows spells?" Lee stared at them incredulously. "Her eyes change, she growls at me and you want to know how a house elf can do magic!?" He hollered and the twins glanced at each other and nodded slowly. Well there was nothing wrong with being curious was there?

"So what's wrong then?" Lyra purred and all three of them straightened in surprise, turning to look at her. She looked cautious and was rubbing her wrist unsurely and they knew their rabbit was back. But her voice…it was like pure seductive magic. She'd never sounded like that before, all silken sheets and dripping dark chocolate on a heated night.

"You just told me you were dangerous." Lee said in surprise. Honestly, why weren't any of them worried about it? "And you lot are ok with that?" He asked as the twins shrugged, withdrawing their hands from the bowl. Wicky was there in an instant, wrapping George's hand and then Fred's. "We already know. We've tried to figure out what she is for weeks." Fred said with that ever-present fond smile, which he directed at Lyra who huffed looking away.

"Dumbledore knows what she is. He invited her." George supplied quietly his gaze unwavering as he stared at Lyra whose head was down. "I won't hurt you." Lyra whispered in Lee's ear. All three jumped, twisting to see Lyra leaning over the back of the chair. They gaped as they hadn't even heard her move. Lee stared into her eyes; the silver slits outlined in violet beckoned him. "I think we're friends." Lyra tried softly, her voice lowering and he found himself nodding in agreement. He thought the same as well. "Friends keep secrets. All you have to do is promise…I don't want to take your memory away." Lee stared in surprise.

"You trust me to keep it…no unbreakable vow?" He asked cautiously and Lyra shook her head with a small smile. "No unbreakable vow. I need you to keep this secret, Lee. Fred and George have. I'm dangerous, yes, I admit it. But…knowing what I am…I could be in a lot of danger. My kind doesn't live long…" She trailed off, staring at him pleadingly. "It's a risk with them knowing, I'm making another exception…please…please don't tell anyone." She whispered and Lee closed his eyes nodding. "I'll do it. I promise not to tell." He agreed watching as she smiled at him brightly. "Thank you…but I think…you should go to bed now…" Lyra whispered, and Lee shuddered she was doing it again, that thing were it made his insides knot and shudder at the sound. Lyra hummed softly leaning in so her lips were by his ear.

The twins watched ignoring the twinges of jealousy they felt, after all the shy bird had never gotten so close to them despite them trying to make her more comfortable. They couldn't hear what she was saying but Lee looked dazed with a silly little grin on his face. Lyra pulled back pressing her lips gently to kiss cheek (which caused Fred to growl inaudibly and look away as George closed his eyes his fingers twitching). Lee jumped up smirking as he gave them a salute. "Night mates." And he sauntered off with that dazed look in his eyes.

"What did you do to him?" Fred questioned gruffly looking down at his injured hand. "I sent him to bed." She said cocking her head to the side, still behind them as she leaned down brushing her cheek against his neck drawing back to walk around the couch seating herself on the coffee table. "How?" George asked wearily opening his eyes.

"I can't answer that." Lyra said simply ducking her head down. George and Fred shared a look. "Have you ever done that to us?" Ever done that to them!? Insulted and hurt (ignoring the fact it was a valid question) Lyra stood up barring her fangs unconsciously. Didn't they know her at all!? She couldn't hurt them! She'd never tried to control them. "No! I've never done that to you. I can't do that to either of you! I'm-" She cut herself off frowning and turning around. "Forget it. It was only fair to ask right? Did the dangerous creäture ever do something to alter you?" Lyra tossed with a bitter smile wrapping her arms around herself. "I'm going to bed. Wicky, take care of them." She said softly moving to the door ignoring the sorrowful look on Wicky's wrinkled face.

Fred was the one to stop her this time, catching her around the waist. "Not yet, pretty rabbit." He murmured behind her ear and she allowed a small noise between a whimper and a gasp escape her. Why did they have to be so close; especially when her senses were stronger? The metallic blood scent still surrounded them but Merlin, Fred's scent was enveloping her once again. She turned in his arms almost unconsciously with a soft approving growl as she nuzzled his chest with a sigh. He chuckled rolling his eyes playfully, but his voice hinted at his exhaustion. "I can see why they thought we shagged in Hogsmeade. Minx." He leaned down pressing his lips to her hair pulling her back to the couch.

"No. Let me go, I'm still mad at the both of you! What were you thinking? Oh, right obviously you weren't!" Lyra snapped in a rare display of her temper. Though they seemed to be coming more frequent around the twins, which they encouraged with a large grin and more witty banter. Usually. Fred spun her so she lost her footing, falling right into George's lap, who twisted her sideways, as Fred moved to sit close to his twin her legs draped over his lap. For a moment she lost her train of thought, perched on George's lap.

"We were. You were messed up because of us. We took your detention. It's done, stop it." George sighed tiredly leaning his head back. Remembering how exhausted she'd been after a round with the quill, Lyra relaxed hugging him around the waist with one arm as Fred had snatched up her other hand tracing her palm. "I know you'll both get detention with Umbridge. But I didn't want you to get one because of me. It was because of me you have that scar on your hand." She sulked. Why couldn't they see why this bothered her so much? They'd been injured because of her. Not one of their pranks, or mouthing off to Filch or Umbridge, her.

"Rabbit." Fred groaned rubbing his forehead. "Look you took our detention" "But you didn't know about the quill!" She protested and George grinned covering her mouth playfully with his hand. "Quiet you…Gred is talking." "Thanks Forge." Fred winked and continued. "Where was I? Oh right, we didn't even know you at the time and you took our detention."

"None of us knew the dress rule…which is pretty fucking stupid." George growled by her ear and she shuddered as his scent spiked in anger. Was it wrong of her that the twins were being serious and she was thinking how hot it was that George sounded sexy as hell? Could you blame her? George rarely swore that bad, it was usually Fred (who was equally hot but that illusive danger George had in his eyes flickered to the front momentarily). Fred continued, but Lyra was only half listening as George dropped his hand.

"So we took your detention. Not like Umbridge cared…bloody mental. That quill is dangerous.." "And illegal…" Lyra murmured her eyes shifting to George's neck. The pale column exposed as George leaned his head back as they swore in unison. "No one's stopping her either! That's what the problem." George noted and Fred scoffed tugging on Lyra's pinky playfully. "What can they do? She's got old Fudge-bucket in her pink pocket."

Lyra licked her top lip slowly. "I..I wouldn't worry." She stuttered leaning in gently skimming her nose along his neck as she'd done behind Honeydukes. He still smelled so good, and her mind was easing into that haze again. She was still angry that Umbridge had harmed something Lyra had deemed under her protection (not that it was doing any good, they were still injured) but she could take a moment to comfort him right? Nothing wrong with that.

"Rabbit?" George gasped in surprise feeling the tip of her nose along his skin again, not that he was complaining. He tried to move his head, but she growled softly against his neck and he glanced at Fred who was staring in surprise. "Geo…" Lyra purred nipping the junction where his jaw and neck met and he didn't bother stifling the soft groan that escaped him.

"You alright there, Forge?" Fred asked in amusement surprised when the hand he'd been playing with curling around his wrist, sliding up his arm.

"Fine, Gred." But he wasn't sure about that. This was Lyra, completely shy Lyra who was practically seducing him as her free hand slid down his arm. Her eyes locked on his a small smirk playing at the side of her lips, one he'd only seen when they'd gotten Filch with a prank. George's eyes widened as she leaned forward stopping just before their lips met. She tilted her head instead, her lips ghosting across the side of his mouth. "Of course he's fine. I won't hurt either of you...Don't you trust me?" She cooed sitting down in his lap again instead of leaning up to him. Leaning forward a bit so the hand traveling up Fred's arm grasped his hair, Lyra pulled him over her so they were face to face. She playfully purred rubbing their noses together leaning down to graze her teeth on his neck. "Merlin…" He gasped subconsciously tilting his head, the move made her purr again and her lips brushed against the side of his mouth. Suddenly he wasn't jealous of Lee's earlier kiss anymore.

"Lie..." Wicky called from besides them and the girl turned, barring her fangs. But Wicky's agate wand sparked in response. He muttered something neither of the twins recognized and Lyra gasped, releasing Fred as she writhed in George's arms. Her eyes flickered the black shifting from black to white but the silver and violet disappeared as her pupils rounded out again. She whispered something in return in a language Fred and George didn't recognize. They turned their panicked eyes back to her.

She arched up one last time before falling limply back down. "Rabbit?" They said frantically. Fred gently hit her cheeks as George cuddled her closer, shaking her a bit. "Rabbit?" "Lyra, wake up."

Turning to the house-elf, they're eyes cold and dangerous as they both snarled. "What did you do?" Wicky coward under their fierce gazes, hugging the arm of the opposite couch as he knelt. "Wicky reset the charms as Master said too. Lie's instincts were too much. She's not ready." He whimpered his moss eyes widened in horror. "Wicky should not have said that! Oh, Master did not want her to know. Now Wheezes know and they tell Lie…" He whacked his head wailing.

George winced as the little elf went at it. 'Alright, stop it! Stop it!" Fred scowled. "Oh for the love of-"Drawing his wand he barked out. "Immobulus." Wicky stopped mid head-butt. But his eyes were blinking rapidly, tears staining his smudged cheeks. "Calm. Down. Explain as much as you can. Who is your master, I thought Lyra was." Fred questioned before removing the spell with a quick flick of his wand.

"Master is Lie's grandfather." Wicky could answer that, he hadn't been told not to after all and Lie liked the Wheezes, he could answer their questions as well as he could. "And he wants you to spell his granddaughter every night…." "That sounded so wrong.." "Fred, stop it this is serious." George said with a small smile nodding to the sleeping girl draped in their lap.

"No, no. Wicky just resets the charms. Lie safe." He assured them, and his adoring gaze was enough to assure the twins Wicky would die himself before he dared to hurt Lyra. He was completely devoted to the girl, surpassing the necessary loyalty house-elves usually showed.

"Well what the hell just happen?" Fred demanded, he closed his eyes to regain control. He could still feel the graze of her teeth across the soft skin of his throat. He glanced at the girl limply cuddled against George's shoulder as Fred absently stroked her knees.

Wicky's eyes filled with tears. "Lie was acting on instinct. Dangerous for her, doesn't know." That caught their attention. "Doesn't know what?" George asked cautiously and Wicky paled waving his hand. 'Wicky said nothing! Wicky must go! Sleep, sleep, Wicky will bring fresh clothes and food in the morning." And he disappeared with a sharp crack.

George looked down at Lyra in his arms then up at Fred with a mischievous grin. "No wonder everyone thought we were taking her behind Honeydukes." He said and judging from the small chuckle Fred caught the double meaning. Growing serious George shook his head raising his injured arm to brush her hair from her face. "I don't like it though, Freddie. From what the elf said, Lyra doesn't know about the charms…" "So should we tell her or not." Fred questioned finishing his thought out loud. He nodded in agreement, shifting the unconscious girl in his lap to get more comfortable seeing as it look like they weren't leaving until morning.

"I think we should." They blurted out in unison. Nodding in understanding they looked down at her. They would tell her only because instead of being dangerous, Wicky and her grandfather were keeping something dangerous from her on purpose. And they believed she should know about it if it became harmful to her in the future. Like giving away her secret, which meant they would have to watch Lee for a couple of days. True he was their best friend, aside from Lyra, but it was only a precaution. The twins were confident Lee could keep a secret. Her secret. And that was enough to call in their protectiveness.

Grinning Fred shifted stretching out his legs on the rest of the couch as he slid down to use Lyra's midsection as a pillow. Looking up at his brother with a wink he said. "What do you think she'll do when she wakes up and finds us?" George snickered stretching his legs out, resting them on the table which he transfigured into an ottoman. "Squeak, blush, and run off." Fred barked out a laugh and Lyra scowled in her sleep. "Shut up Freddie." She murmured tugging his hair as he winced, twisting slightly to press her nose against George's neck breathing in his scent as she settled. "She's a mean one in her sleep." Fred muttered rubbing his head. "Shut it git, I'm trying to sleep." George scowled playfully as Fred flipped him off. "Freddie, Geo...I'm sleeping here." She growled drowsily barely coming out of her sleeping state.

They only grinned and chorused a soft. "Night rabbit." Neither of them thought to move to the free couch, or think of three beds for the sake of comfort. They curled in a kind of puppy pile and slept comfortably and for once Lyra wasn't woken at 3 a.m. by the voice in her head.

Lee hurriedly dressed once he realized the twins had never returned to the dorm. So he fixed his uniform and grabbed his back heading down to the Room of Requirement, thinking about Lyra as he walked slowly head bowed in thought.

Lyra had told him she was dangerous. He believed it, oddly enough. He could see behind her shy exterior (because Lee knew that was not a façade she was wearing, she really was a shy hesitant bird) that something was there; it wasn't something else like another person inside her she was hiding. It was power. He could feel the hum of power around her especially when she spoke to him last night. Whatever she did to him (because despite feeling as if he were flying on a broomstick in soft clouds he'd been fully aware) he'd gotten the best sleep he's ever had and considered going to find her every night if she could give a good night's sleep. Though he might want to reconsider that request especially if he said it like that. Fred and George would most likely hex him if he asked her like that. And he certainly didn't feel like having his arse handed to him in a duel with those two.

Lee snickered shaking his head at the thought. Fred and George were quite attached to her, and Lee could fully understand why. A sweet bird that just needed someone to get her out and stretch her wings a bit, and the twins seemed to have taken on the job. It also helped that she had a massive crush on the twins. If her crushes encouraged her, it would be easier and the coconut scented wizard hoped the twins were aware of the power she was giving them.

Lee briefly wondered if they were aware of it. Probably not as most Weasley men seemed oblivious to when a woman was after them, if Ron and Granger were any example. But Lyra wasn't actually after them, which probably added to their oblivion. But the way they acted...

The promise to keep her secret came from those very reasons. Aside from the fact he really wanted to keep his memory intact, she needed them. Dumbledore, the crazy old bat, had brought her here for a reason and Lee didn't think it was to hide away from the student body. There was something more to it, and the twins were knowingly or unknowingly involved.

Stepping up to the door he paused again. Slowly he grinned shaking his head. It was all some master plan, and what the hell, he'd always been their partner in crime, right? A dangerous creäture who was sweet as honey wanted him to keep a secret and he would, because the twins trusted her and Lee knew soon he would trust her completely as well.

Pushing the door open he moved closer. "Oi, are you lot…" He trailed off in staring in surprise at the place they were in on one of the couches.

George was sitting up pushed to the corner of the couch, his cheek resting on the top of her head as she cuddled to his chest as she stretched out over him, her legs hanging off Fred's hip, who curled around her his arms around her waist face cuddled in her stomach. Lee's lips twitched into a grin.

It was cute, he decided, reminding himself not to ever say the feminine line of thinking aloud lest he endure hours of being teased and labeled as a bird. Chuckling quietly he stuck his hand in his bag searching around for the camera he'd taken to carrying around with him. He was no photographer, but from time to time the twins like to take pictures of their pranks and the aftermath adding it to their 'prank book' those cheeky bastards.

Raising it up he snapped a couple of pictures. Cocking his head to the side he nodded to himself. Yeah it was always the pretty ones that were dangerous right? He just hoped the twins realized soon.

Plopping down on the free couch he coughed trying to wake the three; Fred shifted but the other two remained asleep. Coughing louder this time, Lyra gasped sitting up her eyes wide as she breathed heavily. "Lee?" Feeling a weight on her stomach she looked down to see a head of red hair. "What-" She was fully clothed right? Yes, ok good. She could panic again but not as extreme. Why was she here with one of the twins pillowed on her stomach. Wait…where was the other? Feeling someone shift beneath her she almost fainted again as she turned her head meeting George's sleepy blue eyes. They were nose to nose as he smiled half awake. "Hey rabbit." He murmured his voice rough and she let out something like a 'meep'. So…that meant that Fred was…

Oh Merlin, please, do not let her faint.

She shakily carded her fingers through his soft hair (something she'd always wanted to do and was about to start hyperventilating because dreams do not come true, but it was and her thoughts were a jumbled mess) tugging it gently until he groaned and opened his eyes, scowling. "George-" But he paused smiling lazily. "Oh, rabbit. Well…I'd rather see you than either one of their ugly mugs."

"We're identical you prat." George rolled his eyes smacking his brother upside his head. "Yeah but I know how to work it." He teased sitting up and stretching. Lyra was still frozen in George's lap.

Lee chuckled. "Have a good night?" "The best." Fred crowed reaching out to snag Lyra from his brother. "Would you pass up a night to sleep with such a pretty rabbit?" He cooed pressed a kiss to her cheek. The touch woke her up as she scrambled from them.

What exactly was going on here? She…she…just woke up tangled with the twins. She'd been pressed nearly between their Quidditch toned bodies, sleeping peacefully with the twins. She pressed a hand to her stomach. "Oh...we slept on the couch. Together." Lyra said faintly and George stood up stretching all the kinks out allowing his back to crack. With a satisfied grin he bobbed his head in agreement. "Yeah, we did." Yeah, we did? That was the best he had? Seriously this was just like the joke about them behind Honeydukes. Why did they not see the problem with this? What exactly was the problem with this? Her mind fired back and Lyra banished that thought. Not now.

But it was true; Fred and George were laughing and joking with Lee same as always, Lyra marveled. They didn't have a problem being cuddled up to her on the couch. Her lips twitched into a grin. They really needed to a lesson in not sleeping with dangerous creatures.

Pausing she burst into a fit of giggles at the thought. There was no use talking about it when they'd already done it and half of Hogwarts thought they had too. Laughing she fell back on the couch, ignoring their questioning stares as she laughed merrily and it wasn't long before the boys were joining in.

"So.." Lee said sipping from the goblet he held. Wicky had appeared with fresh clothes neatly folded and a large basket filled with food he quickly set up. Lyra had blushed bright red when the twins began to undress (they'd been unbuttoning their shirts revealing that toned chest and as much as she wanted to stay she did not trust herself) the room had shifted and a washroom appeared to which she scurried and slammed the door much to their amusement.

But now they were sitting around the coffee table in the Room of Requirement, the twins filling Lee in on what they knew. "Let me get this straight. She's dangerous, and can't say what she is but she can answer questions as long as it doesn't directly give away what she is." Setting the cup down he listed off his fingers.

"But you do know that her eyes change, her ears go all pointy, she snarls and growls, and she can give me a great nights sleep." He said the last part with a playful wink, causing Lyra to blush. Fred, not appreciating the comment smacked Lee upside his head. "Oi." "What?" Fred asked innocently but the cold look in his eyes said it all, especially when George was sporting a similar look. Lee smirked sipping from his goblet again.

"Guys..this really isn't a good idea." Lyra pleaded tugging on Fred's sleeve again, trying to get into the conversation but was firmly ignored. "Don't forget she can smell us to death." George added helpfully. Lyra scowled reaching out to grab an apple, pressing her nose to the crimson fruit. "Yeah, not to mention those fangs of hers…" Fred shuddered pleasantly at the memory. "I thought you were going to bite me last night." He told her playfully with a wink. "Though if you want to, I think I can find it in myself to give in." Dramatic sigh following Lyra stared at him in confusion, chewing and swallowing her bite of apple. "Bite you?" Bite him? Oh yes she wanted to bite him, but she'd never tried before. "I didn't try to bite you." She denied her brows furrowing in confusion.

The boys quieted down. "Rabbit…you don't remember almost biting Fred and ah…smelling my neck?" George asked, the tips of his ears burning. Lyra's cheeks copied the motion. "I did what?" She squeaked dropping the apple to the floor, shakily leaning down to pick it back up.

The three frowned in concern, Fred and George reaching out to grab a part of her. Fred's bandaged hand resting on her arm while George ran a hand up and down her back. "Lyra.." She knew it was serious if they were using her name now. "What's the last thing you remember?" George questioned cautiously.

Lyra closed her eyes in response. What did she remember? And why couldn't she remember the part they were talking about? As soon as Fred mentioned it, it should have slid to the forefront of her mind. So how far back did she remember? Willing her memories forward she spoke hesitantly. "Lee. I remember him agreeing to keep my secret then I sent him to bed. Fred was behind me and then I was in George's lap. After that…nothing." She opened her eyes wide and fearful. "Why can't I remember anything after that?" She fretted.

They calmed her, Fred tilting his head to press their noses gently together as George rubbed her back. 'Calm down." He whispered, his breath fanning her lips and she sighed, melting back into them. He smiled but Lyra could detect a bit of hurt behind his eyes. What had she done that she couldn't remember? Had she hurt them? Someone had to start answering her questions or she would go mad. "Did I hurt you?" "No." George assured her. "But I think you should talk to Wicky." He urged. Turning to him, Lyra stared into his eyes. There was no hurt in his eyes, but there was disappointment. "What did I do?"

Her lip trembled and her nose was starting to burn. Oh, this was so not good. Had she done something humiliating? Fred mentioned trying to bite him. "What did I do!" She questioned fiercely and both boys avoided her gaze. "Nothing." Fred said with a small smile staring in her eyes. He was an accomplished liar so Lyra was ready to call him out. "Bull. Tell me." They were most definitely surprised at the swear but she needed to know. Not knowing what she did to them scared her. She never ever wanted to hurt them. They were her friends, she couldn't hurt them. And it also…maybe…kind of…might have to do with the fact she was in love with them and didn't want to give it away just yet.

"We talked, you tried to bite Freddie but I pulled you back and you reacted like you did in Hogsmeade. That's it." No, it wasn't it. She could tell something had changed between them now, despite her being confused on what exactly it was. But she listened to George, the one who'd just spoke. "You're both lying to me. But I won't push for it." Bowing her head she wasn't surprised when they tilted it back up.

Fred's eyes were fierce and serious, a light with concern. "I really think you should talk to your house elf." Nodding, Lyra smiled softly. 'I will. I promise. "That seemed to relax them, but Fred hadn't released her. He looked almost as if he were debating with himself. George cleared his throat quietly and Fred looked up. They shared a look and he back off, leaving Lyra completely bewildered as she sat between them.

What exactly had she done? And why did she need to talk to Wicky?

"I got it!" Lee cried out in triumph leaning over the table eagerly to Lyra who jumped. "I know what you are!" Obviously he didn't if he was so pleased to know it. Lyra thought grabbing another apple since the last one was a complete waste. "Well?" The twins waited, just as eager to solve the mystery as He sat back crossing his arms smugly. "A dark elf." Lyra blinked in surprise. That was actually a better guess than the werewolf theory...

"No.." Fred groaned covering his face. 'That's not it!" George nodded in agreement winking at Lyra who giggled softly. "And why not?!" Lee huffed narrowing his eyes, a move which George returned. "You completely forgot her sense of smell!" "Elves don't worry about that." Fred waved his hand dismissively and Lee deflated picking at what was left of a piece of bacon. "Oh...right.."

Lyra giggled rolling her eyes. "Don't worry Lee, dark elf was a nice guess. They originally thought I was some creepy blood sucker." "And you can suck my blood any time even if you're not." Fred said suggestively and Lyra laughed pushing him away. "Worst line ever.."

"Speaking of lines..." George trailed off grinning wickedly. "You know if anyone sees us leave they'll only be more rumors, right?" Lyra paled and closed her eyes. "Why, why, why did I have to be found out be two of the loudest prankster ever?" She sighed dramatically and the boys grinned kissing her cheeks much to her delight.

"Yeah but we're your loud pranksters." George grinned 'If only, if only...'

Fred winked. "Besides, you know you love us."

Oh...you have no idea...