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The Lost Wolf

Chapter 2

Lya woke up with the red-haired woman – Cat? – in the room with her. Or tent. It looked like a tent so probably was a tent.

It wasn't a peaceful slow wake up, like what she had seen Harry do after getting injured and landing in the hospital wing. No, her mind decided to replay the battle and the torture she went through at Hogwarts, so when she woke up, she woke up screaming.

Lya felt the woman move onto her bed and wrap her arms around Lya. She could vaguely hear the woman gently shushing her, running her hands over Lya's back and hair comforting her.

Lya's chest was heaving, hands were trembling hard as she tried to force the memories away. It was the first time the memories had manifested in her dreams and the pain from the cruciatus curse felt just as real in her dreams as it did in real life.

She heard someone come into the tent and pulled back, the tremors in her hands still visible. Ned was the one who had come into the tent, followed by the boy, Robb. Both had swords drawn.

Why did she feel comfortable with these strangers?

Yes, they might be her real family, but they were still strangers to her.

It just doesn't make sense to her.

She ran her hand through her hair, grimacing at the tangles matted in it. She moved back, away from Cat, who seemed reluctant to let her go.

"We heard screaming", Ned said sheathing his sword, before moving closer. Lya pulled her knees up to her chest, the fur blanket on her staying put. She sat her arms on her knees and leaned her head on her not bandaged arm – when did her arm get treated? – and tried to ignore how her hands wouldn't quit shaking.

"Sorry", she mumbled

"It's alright, darling bad dreams happen", Cat said soothingly, watching Lya's tremoring hands carefully.

"Memories", Lya corrected with a humorless chuckle, "I wish they were just bad dreams"

Lya looked at each of them, the looks of pity and horror at the thought of what could make her scream like that forced Lya to look around the tent. It had a wolf on a banner that matched her locket, but it was empty other than that and a set of chairs. She couldn't help the sigh that slipped out at the elephant in the room.

"I know this probably isn't what any of you want to hear given what I heard before I passed out, but I don't know where I am and I don't really know who any of you are", Lya said, chin still tucked against her knees. Her hands were still shaking a little but for the most part the tremors had calmed. It was similar to what happened after the crucio was stopped. The body would convulse then it would shrink down to minor tremors before disappearing almost completely.

"What do you remember?", Ned asked moving to sit on the chair Cat had vacated, while Robb moved to sit in the chair on Lya's opposite side. Robb currently reminded Lya of a kicked puppy, with how he just looked so sad. Lya, unfortunately, had a feeling she was doing the kicking.

"Nothing before my eleventh birthday", Lya said. "Honestly, I don't know how I got to King's Landing in the first place. Went from the middle of the battle at Hogwarts in Scotland to there." Lya started fiddling with her necklace somewhere in the middle of her answer.

"Hogwarts? Scotland? What are those?", Robb asked at the same time that the older pair asked in equally horrified tones,

"Battle?"

"Yea, probably why I collapsed. Hadn't slept in a few days when I got to King's Landing, been to busy fighting and trying not to, well, die." Lya felt so uncomfortable under the very parental like stares.

Aunt Minerva's looks of disapproval were the same she gave when teaching, these were a little different. More like Mrs. Weasley looking at Fred and George for whatever they did or Augusta Longbottom looking at Neville for whatever she thought he'd done. Or hadn't done.

Lya wasn't sure she liked having that look pointed at her.

"And places, it's kind of where I've been for the last six years."

"I've never heard of either", Ned said furrowing his brow thoughtfully.

"I don't think they're in this world or universe", Lya said slowly.

"Another world?", Robb asked wide eyed.

"Only thing that makes sense to me" Lya shrugged, "Magic should've been able to identify my parents had they been in the same world, but it couldn't. Aunt Minerva helped me try every year since I was eleven like maybe something would change."

"Who is Aunt Minerva?", Cat asked in what Lya thought was an obvious attempt to change the subject.

"Minerva McGonagall, she's the one who took me in after I was found near Hogwarts with no memory", Lya said before adding "Hogwarts is a school for children with magic, Aunt Minerva is one of the Professors there"

"It was kind of her to take you in", Cat said softly.

"Taught me a lot of what I know about magic, wicked smart", Lya said fondly before remembering that the woman would probably have heard she'd vanished. Aunt Minerva had lost enough without Lya adding to it.

"How long have I been unconscious?", Lya asked before Cat could say something.

"A little over a day, you should have mentioned your injuries sooner", Ned admonished gently, tone low.

"I was planning on healing it", Lya defended sulkily. "I just hadn't gotten to it yet"

The raised eyebrow of disbelief that he gave her was enough for her to shift to looking at Robb.

"So, where are we?"

"Moat Cailin, south of Winterfell"

Winterfell sounded familiar.

"What's that?"

"Home", Ned said firmly, "Where we will all be as soon as you're well enough to travel"

"I'm fine, I promise." Ned's face and Cat's showed very little belief in that statement.

Turning to look at Robb, his face also showed disbelief.

"I've had worse and continued on, I'm fine to travel"

Lya received the sad, shock, pity look again. Why did she keep saying things that got that look pointed at her?

It was worse than the disapproval.

Lya was going to say something when two large wolves tried to sneak their way into the tent. One was a dark grey color while the other was grey with red mixed around it in various spots. Lya watched as they both went around to Robb. The grey one stopping at him, while the other pushed past and stuck its decently large head on the bed, nudging at Lya's side.

"Those direwolves don't – " Whatever protest Cat had died on her lips as Lya let out a giggle when the reddish one licked her hand. The wolf – or direwolf – pushed up to place its paws on the bed in order to get closer to Lya.

Lya just shifted to rubbing the direwolf's fluffy head, focusing on the calm animal instead of the tension still in the room.

"Well, that proves you're definitely a Stark", Robb said with a grin.

"A Stark? How does me petting a wolf prove that?", Lya raised an eyebrow looking at him.

"Direwolf, it's the sigil of our house", Robb explained pointing at one of the banners in the room.

"Oh", Lya said playing with matching necklace.

"'sides, that one hasn't bonded with any of us", Robb said thoughtfully, "she must've been waiting for you."

"What's her name?" Lya said scratching right behind the wolf's ears. Its eyes slid closed, relaxed with the attention.

"We've been calling her Red, but she doesn't really listen. She doesn't cause trouble, though, really calm that one, almost as behaved as Lady", Robb said.

"Lady?", Lya asked looking up from the direwolf.

"Sansa's direwolf, her and Nymeria, Arya's direwolf, are back at Winterfell", Robb said before gesturing the wolf laid next to him, "this is Grey Wind"

Lya nodded before looking curiously between the wolves and Robb, "So you were the one to come up with the name Red then?"

"Yeah, how…" Robb trailed off with a small smile.

"Grey wind, Red, do you have a white horse named White as well?", Lya asked quirking a brow at him.

The older pair chuckled on her other side as Robb grumbled "no" pouting the entire time.

"You had a horse named Blue", Robb attempted to argue.

"Did I let you name it?", Lya smiled sweetly.

It took a minute for the chuckles to die down. When they did, Lya felt it was as good a time as any to ask, "Who's Sansa and Arya?"

"Our sisters, the ones you saved", Robb answered simply. As if it should be obvious.

Amnesiac here.

"Didn't really have a chance to exchange names in the chaos", Lya responded. Robb had the decency to blush at his tone.

"You didn't know who they were?", Ned asked brow furrowed in confusion.

"Nope"

"Then why", he trailed off looking at her as if he couldn't comprehend what he was hearing. Was it so hard to believe that she would help a complete stranger?

"Felt like it was a good idea. Appeared in front of the dark-haired one in an alley, followed her after she called me Lyarra for some reason, then fifteen minutes later all of us were here", Lya explained as if it was the simplest thing in the world. Which it was.

To her.

Apparently random kindness and rescuing is not common here and all three of them were looking at her like they had never met a creature like her, even though she had a feeling the older two had brought her into this world at birth.

"That explains Arya's tale", Robb started, "Said one minute she was alone and the next you were in front of her"

So, Arya's the dark-haired one, making Sansa the little red. Got it now.

Lya hummed thoughtfully before asking, "So, what do I call you?"

The sad looks were back, but she got a better explanation on who was who in the room.

Dark-haired man she rescued from beheading was Eddard "Ned" Stark a.k.a. Father.

Red-haired woman was Catelyn Stark nee. Tully a.k.a. Mother. Nicknamed "Cat" by Ned. Lya assumed others that were not family or close friends were not permitted to calling her Cat.

Robb was not short for anything, he was the oldest of the siblings.

Lya tried to hide a yawn at the end of the explanation but the experienced parents caught on to the failed attempt easily.

"You need rest", Ned said standing up from his chair

"I'll keep an eye on her", Robb offered looking more at his mother than at his father.

Lya would've argued that she didn't need anyone watching her, but the dark circles under Catelyn's eyes had her thinking the offer was less about Lya than he made it seem.

Catelyn nodded reluctantly and reached out a hand before stopping herself and allowing Ned to lead her out of the tent.

Lya waited before asking Robb, "So all of you keep calling me Lyarra, why?"

She had a feeling, but she wanted verbal confirmation.

"That's your name", Robb answered slowly, "Are you saying you forgot that as well?"

"Only thing I remembered was that my name might be Lya and my birthday", she admitted still petting the wolf. It looked like it was almost asleep in the weird position. "Do we have more siblings?"

Robb nodded, "I'm the oldest, our half-brother Jon Snow is a moon younger than me, he's father's bastard."

"Why's his name Snow instead of Stark?", Lya asked with a raised brow.

"Snow is a bastard last name"

"That's bullshit", Lya said honestly. Robb only chuckled.

"Best not say that towards Mother"

"Touchy subject then?"

Robb nodded before continuing, "You were next in age, then Sansa and Arya, then Bran who is at Winterfell, he's a year younger than Arya. Rickon was born a few moons after you went missing"

Lya hummed looking down at the wolf. "I'd always wanted siblings, back on the other side", she let out another yawn.

Robb settled his hand on hers squeezing. "Get some rest Lya"

"What if this is all a dream?", she whispered quietly laying down on the cot rolling on her side to face her 'brother'. "What if I wake up and I'm back in the battle?"

Robb's hand tightened over her's. "It's not a dream, little sister. You'll still be here tomorrow, I promise"

The wolf hoped up on the bed and rested at Lya's feet, head facing the door. Realizing she was guarded instead of guarding for the first time in months, Lya let her eyes close, still clutching her brother's hand tight.

AN: Yes! The direwolves are alive and well! And there is an extra! Jon is still at the Wall

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