It took me sometime to begin on the second installment to my alternate universe of the Harry Potter world. It diverts a bit from canon but I could never stay away from the idea. It feels fantastic to return to this one because I have so much to share in this magical universe that's so different from the Disney realm I've been dwelling in for the past year.

It's been a rough couple of years, actually. I am very sorry to have been away from this fandom for too long. I am so happy to introduce the second installment to my Black Knight series.
The Chamber.

That first year away from Spinner's End was extraodinary, just as it was terrifying for one magical girl named Lyra Prince. The darkest red among all the redheads soon stirred from a deep sleep. The sharp clink of a pan from below roused her more before Lyra opened her eyes. Dashing emeralds peered up at the wooden planked ceiling above her. Realizing that it was morning, and at Mrs. Weasley's holler, she bolted right up in the bed and made to tie her messy hair up tight. Her woodland wavy brown wand sat at her bedside, and she locked her eyes on it as she prepared herself, and took it.

A silver band about her finger glinted in the morning sun as though to drink up its warmth, as Lyra Prince fidgeted about to get along with the routine in this new household. Never once had she taken it off, even through the summer when life seemed a slight kinder ever since that strange conclusion to her first year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. When it all seemed that her life of solitude would never change, it chose to open up to this wondrous world of magic and mystery. A world of danger, and of love, despite everything.

It all begun with her first summer on those enchanted grounds when arrangements were done as promised long before. There came a time though, at the end of the month of July when she was granted some more leniency… on the day when she was able to make acquaintence with Ronald Weasley's family, that were other than the ever so wacky twins, Fred and George.

As to how this came to be happened to have been a previously haggled agreement entirely. She was an orphaned girl, gifted with magic that was yet to be put to practice, who was taken in by a lone wizard on the eve of her parent's gruesome murder at the hands of a cruel Dark one who held an imprint in a world that shuddered at the mere mention of his name. The one thing this Dark wizard had left was a brutal mark done by a rebounded Curse that was intended to take her life in an instant. All it did, by her mother's blessing, was open a door to something so much more.

A mother's love provided everything she needed, and what she needed to know for her journey outside of that dozy little home in Cokeworth. Ever since that frightful run in within those chilled chambers, fearing of losing the only family she had, the quiet within this new world's thrall was almost too close to how her old life was, no matter how safe it was. She was with her friends, indeed, but a worry kept settling deep in her stomach. It was only her first year as a magical student, whilst being the ward of one of the toughest professors at Hogwarts. Tough, was not such a simple word to use lightly, regardless, as there was some other matter on Lyra's mind.

For a good portion of the Summer, Lyra stayed on the grounds of the great castle, enjoying its splendor of sunny, warm days by the lake. All under the scrutiny of her Sire, of course — Professor Orpheus Prince. It turned out to be quite the complex tale as to how this came to be~ yet it all revealed in time since her parent's murders.

So many secrets were saved to be told to her, and she had trust in that. Especially after being given the strange little journal on Christmas morning. It had tiny sayings in it that inspired through some days when she would grow too bored. It deserved far more respect than that though because it kept her hopeful when Riddle was close, by the use of one of the weak minded teachers at the time. Someone who was stalking her through out the year, and it were not for Prince's resourcefulness and the Headmaster, Albus Dumbledore's, doom would have met her quick… and then, there was Orpheus Prince.

Prince was her adoptive father, and Lyra tenderly referred to him as such even though he once preferred her not to. He took her in on that horrible night, and raised her as his own. However, because of Riddle's downfall and her parent's names always being uttered either with praise or with disdain, Lyra had to grow up in a quiet, dark home and he had to make ends meet by teaching as Hogwart's one and only Potion's Master. She did have restless days yet there was such aching love in that home, despite the long days and nights. She knew he loved her so much, and had given his best for her~ as her mother and father would have wanted. They worked as a broken family to get this far, both mourning in their own way.

Orpheus Prince was not his real name, but it was still a family name. Her boilogical father's name was Potter. Her real name was Rosylan Evans Potter to be exact, yet she had to change her name as well before school. All for her protection… Yet it gave rise to a serious change in both of them, as if to try to make peace with past undoings but the damage had already been done.

Orpheus Prince was a stark looking man. Some said he looked like bat in those deep dungeons where he often taught. It was all skin deep behind those deep dark tunnels of his that was often be filled with some kind of resentment. There was great sorrow there, but Lyra knew more than any student had known about him. He was often dressed in a brilliantly dark, almost blue and indigo buttoned frock that was completed with a long, flowing cape. He had deep black hair that only kissed above his shoulders. His facial features were stern, careworn while all around a prominant hooked nose. His eyes would commonly shimmer into deep onyx when deeply enraged, and would only happen when danger was imminent. It was a sign that his magical abilities were strong and prone to igniting… Then whenever he would look to her, they would lighten… She likened it to finding stars shine amidst a stormy night.

He had been visiting her once a week.

As it was agreed, as long as things went as followed and she had done well in her lessons that month passed she would be given rest at the Burrow. It was Ronald Weasley's fondly family home. After much deliberation, Prince was agreeable to let her spend the last few weeks there before school would start again.

Those lessons though~

They were intended to strengthen her, should there ever be another attack. Lo, wasn't it dreaded for many a year. Prince had his own way of worrying — fearing even, to always provide a way for her to succeed in some way. Prince was currently teaching her the ways of Occlumency; the ability to block invasive attacks on her own mind… It was incredibly unpleasant work, if not exhausting. However, it turned out to not be so torturous when Prince was always at her side…