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Lyla was able to find her way up to the Gryffindor tower relatively easily; she only fell into a trick step twice, causing her to swear loudly. However, before she was able to take refuge in the common room, a voice stopped her.
“Miss Capulet, you will come with me.”
Lyla followed the professor into her office, which was near to the Gryffindor Tower.
“Would you care to explain what happened before I tell you your punishment? Or should we get his over with? I am relatively impressed, even those four.” Lyla knew she was talking about Sirius, James, Remus and Peter, “Even they didn’t manage to get in trouble twice in the first 24 hours they were at school.”
“Professor, I was provoked.”
“Oh yes? What could Mr. Malfoy possibly have said that earned him the right to be turned into a ferret?” The professor raised an eyebrow at the girl. She was actually quite impressed that she had managed to transfigure a fully grown human without any complications, but she was not about to let the fact that the girl was obviously gifted in the subject let her get off Scot free.
“I beg your pardon.”
“He was a weasel. Not a ferret.” Lyla stated simply.
“I don’t care what he was! I asked why.”
Lyla sighed; she didn’t know what to say. The truth? “He insulted me. And he was one of the reasons I never attended school in the first place.”
“What?” Dumbledore had told the Professor that Lyla had never attended due to her parent’s beliefs, but he had not elaborated.
Lyla snorted, she didn’t want pity from her teacher, but couldn’t really see any point in lying, so she told her story. “Our families were friends. We grew up together but never really got on. I don’t know exactly what he said, but the day I got my letter to attend Hogwarts my mother and Mrs. Malfoy had gone into the drawing room for hours, talking. They called my father in, who called him in, and then me, and they told me I was an embarrassment to my family and to those who associated with us and I would not be permitted to attend. It had never bothered them before, well I had, but not to the extent where I was no longer allowed to leave the house.” Lyla’s voice betrayed none of the anger that had re-emerged while she was telling the tale. “I realise now that I should have ignored him Professor, I apologise.”
Professor McGonagall looked the girl in the eyes, but she couldn’t read any trace of emotion. “Very well, you cannot however, get away without being punished.”
“Remus took thirty house points off me.”
“That was you? I wondered how we could be in negative figures; I assumed it was the boys. Very well, you may go.” Lyla made her way to the office door, but had barely placed her hand on the handle when the professor spoke once again.
“30 points to Gryffindor for an exemplary piece of transfiguration.” Lyla’s face cracked a huge smile, but she didn’t acknowledge the professor as she left the room smiling from ear to ear. She made her way into the Gryffindor common room and was accosted by Lily and her friends.
“Lyla. Sleep well?”
“Yes thanks, I slept great, what’s up?” She smiled at the red head, then at the girls behind her who shifted nervously under her gaze; she immediately pulled her sunglasses out of her pocket and pushed them onto her face.
“I just wanted to introduce you to my fiends. This is Nina Johnson.” She nudged the brunette and she held her hand out for Lyla to shake. Lily rolled her eyes, glaring at Nina, but before she could reproach her for being insensitive, Lyla took her hand and shook it.
“Hi, nice to meet you.”
Lily eyed the girl curiously for a second and then moved on with the introductions. “This is Amelia Bones.” She pushed Amelia forward who smiled at Lyla.
“It’s really good to meet you, sorry we didn’t come and say hello yesterday, but with everything that happened on the train.”
“Don’t worry about it, I understand.”
“And finally, this is Sophie Connolly.” A tall girl with curly blond hair stepped forward.
“Hey, I saw your handy work on Lily’s arm that’s really impressive, you should come to Quidditch practices, there’s at least one near fatal injury every time.” She spoke with an Irish accent.
Lyla laughed at the girl, “You play Quidditch? I wish I could, but you know.”
“Yeah I’m beater, and damn good at it.”
“If you do say so yourself.” Lyla smiled at the girl.
“We were just heading up to the Owlery, want to come?” Lily asked her.
“No, I don’t think so. I was actually just heading upstairs. I’ve got a bit of a headache.”
“I don’t suppose it was the music you had on earlier?” Sophie laughed.
Lyla just shrugged at the group of girls before making her way up to the sixth year dormitory.
“I wonder what’s wrong with her.” Lily asked as the girls made their way through the castle.
“She just told you, she’s got a headache.” Nina replied slowly, “I thought you were smart.”
“No, there was something else bothering her. I’ll mention it to Black, maybe he can talk to her.”
“That would mean putting yourself within speaking distance of Potter.” Amelia winked and elbowed her in the ribs.
“You know, he’s not that bad.” Sophie voiced her opinion once again.
“You would think that, he’s on the Quidditch team with you and the captain. I’ll just have to catch him when he’s not with Potter.”
“Good luck with that mate, they’re always together.
“They’re not al-“
“ALWAYS!” Sophie yelled at her before running off, laughing.
Lyla lay sprawled on her bed listening to a Carol King album, it had been one of many she had bought with her first summer of freedom, one arm hanging over the side where Indie lay, snoring quietly, one paw being held by Lyla. She inhaled deeply.
“Go away Sirius.” She said without moving from her position on the bed.
“I hate it when you do that.”
“You shouldn’t smell so much then.”
“Touché.” He sat down at the end of her bed, and ran his eyes across her, she hadn’t bothered opening her eyes to even fain looking at him. He placed a hand on her foot and promptly had it kicked off.
“What’s wrong?” He asked, concerned. The girl he remembered didn’t sulk in her room, especially after having done something like she had just done; the girl he knew would have crowed about her victory over Malfoy from the rooftops.
“You know I’m ticklish.”
“I didn’t mean that. I meant wh-.“
“I know what you meant, Sirius”
They sat in silence for another twenty minutes before either of them spoke.
“What? When? How?” Sirius asked shocked. He hadn’t heard anything about it.
“Dead. June. Killed. Didn’t you wonder why I was suddenly allowed to come to Hogwarts, they would never have let me come.”
“So you killed them?” He asked, only half kidding.
Lyla laughed bitterly “No. That was the Ministry.” She pushed the heels of her hands into her eyes.
“What the Aurors? But that’s illegal! They can’t use Unforgivables.”
“I’d rather they had done that, it would’ve been quicker. They were Death Eaters.” She stated simply. “Well, my dad was at least. I don’t know about my mum, but it wouldn’t surprise me, they got her as well anyway.”
“No, but he’s gone into hiding, from both sides.” She balled her hands into tight fists, her nails digging into the palms of her hands.
“It wasn’t in the paper.”
“No it wouldn’t be. The Ministry doesn't want to advertise the fact that they allowed two people to be given the Dementor's Kiss without trial. Especially when they didn’t have any hard evidence that they were Death Eaters when they raided the house. They also couldn't find the Dark Mark on my dad's arm because he'd charmed it so most people couldn't see it. So the Ministry got a bit worried that their intelligence had been wrong and they'd just condemned two innocent people to a fate worse than death.”
Sirius’ mind was spinning “Why did they-?”
“They were there to “subdue” my parents during the transport to Azkaban, but according to the very nice letter written by one Bartimus Crouch.” - Lyla paused, a fresh wave of fury over took her at the thought of that man. She breathed deeply in an attempt to control her emotions. No one deserves that fate, even her parents. But now was not the time to dwell on it. “They had become restless at being brought on a raid with the Aurors, and when they arrived at the prison and the Aurors had finally left them, well there was no one to stop them.
Sirius couldn’t believe that something like this could happen, but one other thing was nagging at him. “Hold on, what’s a Dark Mark?”
“Yeah, Sirius. Come on, you must know about all of this.” She said, finally opening her eyes, and looking at him, which reminded him he had something else to ask her.
“Why would I know about these things?” He asked, a slight edge to his voice.
“Don’t talk to me like that.” She narrowed her eyes at him. “And because your parents are just as mixed up in this crap as mine were.”
“No they’re not.”
“They agree with everything Voldemort says and does, but they have never officially become Death Eaters. Bellatrix is a different matter, but we all knew she was a psycho. What’s a Dark Mark?”
“It’s a mark that he burns onto his follower’s arms; they use it to communicate with each other. And your parents are mixed up in this Sirius.” She sat up on her elbows but didn’t look in his eyes as she spoke.
“What do you mean?”
“They only reason that they don’t have that mark on them is because Voldemort thought they were too old to be of any real help, but that doesn’t mean they haven’t promised him something else.” She was still not looking him in the eye, not that it made much of a difference if she did, but it made Sirius nervous.
“Will you tell me what the hell you’re talking about.”
“Think about it. What does he want?”
“To ‘purify’ the world.” Sirius spat, he thought the whole notion was pathetic.
“Yes, but what does he need to do that?”
“Followers.” He whispered realisation dawned on him. “Me? They’ve said he can have me?”
“Even your parents aren’t that stupid Sirius. No, it’s not you.”
“Reg?” His little brother? How could they do that? What if he didn’t want to join him? Why would he for fuck’s sake? He just wouldn’t let it happen, simple as that. He would not allow his little brother to become a Death Eater; not if he had anything to say about it.
“He’s only a kid for fuck’s sake.” Sirius wailed and buried his head in his hands. “Your ‘rents didn’t give you to the cause?” He asked, his voice muffled as his face was still buried in his hands.
“Why in Merlin’s name would Voldemort want a little blind girl in his ranks? I’m just as bad as half bloods, if not worse. Besides I made it perfectly clear to my dad that I didn’t hold with what they were doing. That was a painful conversation.”
“Is that why you turned Malfoy into a weasel?”
“It seemed fitting.” Lyla let out a hollow laugh, “who’s going to want their child going to school with someone whose parents are known Death Eaters, alive or dead.” Tears showed in her eyes, she tried to blink them away, but Sirius noticed them anyway. “I’d be surprised if there’s not an angry mob complete with torch and pitchforks outside the castle trying to get me booted out. And I wouldn’t blame them”
Sirius pulled Lyla into a hug; she buried her head in his chest and breathed deeply, inhaling his scent of soap and aftershave, her breath caught in her chest as her tears flowed freely down her face.
“Lyla, just because your parents were Death Eaters doesn’t mean you will be.”
“Yes, but who’s going to talk to me when the news gets out? No one, that’s who.” Her voice came out muffled as she pressed herself into his chest.
So that was what was bothering her. “Hey, I’ll still talk to you.”
“I know that, but I’ve never had proper friends before.” Sirius snorted. “I know you’re a proper friend don’t worry.” Her face was still squished against Sirius’ chest, “I mean Lily is the first girl I’ve spoken to in six years who wasn’t my mother.”
“Lily won’t leave you, she isn’t like that.” He thought back to the year before when she had confronted Remus about him being a werewolf. “And if you’re so worried about it, then you tell her first.”
“Ok.” She whispered, neither one pulled away, so they just sat, Sirius’s arms wrapped around Lyla and Lyla holding onto him; promising herself that he was right and she wasn’t the same as her parents, and being reassured by his presence. Both were thinking the same thing - about everything that was happening in the world and wondering why these things have to happen now? A noise interrupted their sombre thoughts.
“Sorry.” Lyla grinned shrewdly, chuckled and pulled away from the hug. “I’m starving. What time is it?”
“Seriously? Oh balls.” She knew what she’d done as soon as the word slipped out of her mouth. Sirius started laughing.
“I’m always Sirius.” He laughed at his own joke.
“That was just shameful.” She laughed standing up and stretching, unaware of Sirius’ eyes scanning over her body.
“Are you not staying or something?” He was looking in her trunk, which was open and still full of all her belongings.
“I just can’t be bothered unpacking, you know all that waving my wand around really tires me out.” She grinned at him. “I’ll do it later. Come on let’s eat.”
“I’ll meet you down there.” He headed towards the house elves’ hidden entrance, which he’d used to access her room.
“Where you going? Come down with me now.” She stamped her foot like an impatient child.
“Don’t pout, it doesn’t suit you. I’m going to get Prongs and Wormtail.”
“James and Pete.”
“Oh, ok, why can’t you come this way though?”
“Because I’m not supposed to be in the girl’s dormitory, and if Lily caught me she’d kill me. See you downstairs.” He tapped his wand on a seemingly solid looking wall then disappeared through it, making his way back towards the room he shared with his best friends, his mind spinning with everything Lyla had just told him.
The group arrived at the Great Hall at 11:59, as they walked past the large hour glasses which contained the House points, Sirius cast a sly glance at the Gryffindor one, he had to look twice because they were on zero, but that couldn’t be right.
“I thought Moony took points of you?” He asked as James was distracted by a group of fourth years girls all flirting madly with him, who only succeeded in confusing him because he had no idea what they were after (Remus had forgotten to warn Sirius, and so he in turn couldn’t warn James). Peter laughed manically at his friend.
“He did, why?” Indie, who could smell food and was bouncing around happily, was distracting her.
“Well, we’re still on nothing, shouldn’t we be on minus thirty?”
“Why should we be on minus thirty? I’ve not done anything yet.” James had managed to shake off the forth year girls.
“No, Lyla did.” Sirius threw an arm proudly round her shoulder.
“What did you do?”
“She turned Malfoy into a weasel.”
“Get in!” James picked Lyla up and spun her around.
“Put me down before I puke all over you.” The very dizzy blonde laughed hysterically.
“You’ve not eaten anything since last night, you’ve not got anything to throw up.” James continued spinning her round.
“Ok, how about, I’ll beat the crap out of you if you don’t put me down.”
“Can she do it?” James asked Sirius still spinning Lyla around; she’d turned a light shade of green.
“Yes she can, trust me. Well, she’ll be able to once she’s able to stand up again. Put her down.”
“Fine.” James placed Lyla’s feet onto the floor and the three boys watched with amused faces as she sank to the floor, letting out a low moan.
“Ok, up you get.” Sirius and James lent down and pulled her up from the floor and helped her walk into the Great Hall where they sat her down on a bench and then had to catch her again as she fell backwards. They sat down on either side of her, each keeping a hand on her shoulders to make sure she didn’t fall off.
Five minutes later, Sirius and James looked at each other and with a nod let go of her, she swayed but managed to stay on her seat.
“Juice.” She grunted at them, her head was swimming and there was still a green tinge to her olive-coloured skin.
James picked up the pumpkin juice and was about to pour it into her goblet when she stopped him.
“I’m allergic to pumpkins so I’d rather you didn’t try and poison me.”
James laughed picked up a jug of apple juice and filled her goblet.
“How did you know what was in the jug?”
“It’s a great invention called a nose, I have one, I use it. It comes in useful when people try to poison me.” She picked up the cup and drained it in two gulps.
She grunted at the scruffy haired boy, who in turn looked at Sirius.
“That would be a yes, Prongs. In fact I’d just leave the jug there. I thought you were hungry?” He eyed Lyla’s empty plate suspiciously.
“I was until someone decided to spin me around god knows how many times, my head is still swimming.” She placed her elbows on the table and rested her head in her hands.
“So you don’t do dizzy?” James questioned sounding altogether too innocent. His own pumpkin juice sprayed him in the face for his troubles; causing Lyla to grin in a satisfied way as she heard his disgruntled shout.
“Hey. No need.”
“Oh yes, there was every need.” She said, her head still in her hands. “Is there any salami?”
“There is indeed, want some cheese as well?” Sirius asked her, chuckling at her swift change of subject.
“Please, and bread.”
“Is that all your going to have?”
“Not everyone inhales the entire table of food Sirius.” Lily laughed as she sat down with her friends opposite Lyla, Sirius and James.
“Well they should, its fun.” He immediately began piling his already full plate with more food.
“Good to know some things never change.” Lyla nudged him as she made herself a sandwich.
“Where’s Remus?” Lily noticed the fourth marauder was missing.
“He’s outside, probably asleep under his tree.” James said gazing at Lily with a dreamy look in his eyes. “His mum hasn’t been well lately, so he’s tired.” He said pointedly.
“Oh right yeah.” Lily had forgotten that tonight was a full moon and quickly changed the subject. “So Lyla?” She began.
“Oh no, I don’t like the sound of that”
“No it’s nothing bad or anything.” Sophie laughed.
“Hmm, ok, is it about this ‘Welcome Back’ shindig that everyone’s talking about by any chance?”
“How did you know?” Amelia asked.
“A sixth sense.” She wiggled her eyebrows at the girls.
“Technically wouldn’t it be a fifth sense because you’re –“
“Shut up Sirius. You were saying Lily?”
“Well anyway, yes it’s about that, and we have decided that we’re going to go stag.”
James smiled at Lily’s choice of words, but didn’t hesitate in teasing them about going to the first party back at school on their own. “Aww come on girls! The notice has only been up for a couple of hours! Give it a day or so for no one to ask you.” James laughed before shovelling food into his mouth.”
“Shut it Potter, or when practice starts up again I’ll aim the bludger at you, I don’t care if you are Captain.” Sophie threw a bread roll at him, which he caught and stuffed into his mouth.
“Plus,” Sophie added. “We all know that you’re going to ask Lily at least a hundred times before next weekend.”
“That’s disgusting.” Lily grimaced, but whether it was at what Sophie had just said or at James’ eating habits the group did not know. “So Lyla, we were wondering if you wanted to come with us?”
“You know I think that’s a good idea.” Sirius said scowling at a sixth year Ravenclaw who had just walked past the Gryffindor table and was eyeing Lyla appreciatively up and down, until he caught Sirius glaring at him.
“You just don’t want anyone asking her out mate.” James stated simply.
“So what if I don’t?”
“Sirius, I am here you know? I can hear you. I’d also appreciate it if you’d let me decide?” She stuck her tongue out at the boy who now sat sulking and radiating irritation.
“Yeah that seems cool.” Lyla grinned.
“Shut up Black. That’s great Lyla, we’ll have a really good night, we’ll get all dressed up and do our hair and basically look amazing and make every guy there drool.” Lily laughed but stopped when she saw Lyla’s face.
“We have to get dressed up? I don’t have any nice clothes I never had the need for them.”
“Don’t worry, you can borrow something off one of us.” Nina reassured her.
“Ok then, could you do my hair for me as well? I just have it like this because it’s the only thing I can do.” Lyla entwined a finger with her blond straight hair, listening to Sirius as he beat a rhythm on the table with his fingers. She began to tap her goblet filling in the gaps that Sirius’ rhythm left.
A smile, so small that no one noticed it, appeared on Sirius’ face, as he altered his fingers to make the rhythm slightly more complex. Lyla matched him and soon they were both drumming their fingers creating a complicated rhythmic beat using different items on the table to add different tones.
“Will you two pack it in?!” Lily finally cracked - they’d been listening to the pair for at least ten minutes.
“Yes! Eleven minutes and seventeen seconds.” Sirius raised his arms in triumph; Lyla just sat laughing.
“Miss Capulet, we need to discuss your time table.” Professor McGonagall appeared behind the group, holding several pieces of parchment.
“Do you have your O.W.L results with you?”
“No, but I remember them.”
“That will do for now. Transfiguration?
The professor nodded she had expected that. “Charms?”
“Very well. Defence?”
“O.” Lyla said again, she smiled when she heard Sirius cough what sounded like “Swot!”
“You will of course bring your results for me to check.” Professor McGonagall eyed the girl up and down. “Potions?”
“Ah yes, I actually need to talk to you about that, Professor.” Lyla stood up to talk to the professor privately.
“Do you think she got a ‘T’ or something?” James laughed.
“God I would love it if she did.”
“Do you honestly think she would have failed? Did you hear all of her other results, she must be really clever.” Lily looked in awe at the girl’s back, which was still in discussion with their professor.
“I don’t think she had a choice about it.” Sirius muttered to himself, but James heard him and gave him a curious look, which he shrugged off with a look that said “I’ll tell you later.”
“Why were you and Lyla competing for who could make the most noise using any item on the table?” Peter asked.
“It was a game we used to play, one of us would start and the other would join in and then we’d gradually build up the pace and rhythms until one of our parents noticed and shouted. We used to see how long we could go for before we were sent to our rooms. I didn’t actually mean to start it but I heard her answer so I thought ‘why not?’”
“At least that answers the question as to why for the past five years you’ve been drumming your fingers on the dinning tables.” James smiled, filling his plate for the third time.
“Jesus, Potter how much do you eat?” Lily starred at him in horror, wondering how he stayed so slim and toned.
“NO!” She did not wonder how he stayed so toned. “Jesus Lily, get a grip.” She thought to herself. She looked up to see Lyla sit across from her once again, but this time with a knowing smile sketched onto her face, and Lily had a horrible feeling that she knew exactly what she had just been thinking.
“Sorted?” She asked Lyla, shaking off the feeling.
“Yep, done and dusted.”
“Good, let’s go.” Sophie said, standing up. Lily, Nina, Amelia and Lyla followed suit.
“Ok, cool. Come on Indie.”
“So what did you take?” The boys heard Lily ask as the girls made their way out of the hall.
“That girl is obsessed with school.” James said shaking his head in disbelief and wonder.
“You’re the one who is ‘madly in love with her’,” Sirius pointed out.
I dont know if I like this chapter, I think Lyla sounds I bit whiney and that’s not really somewhere I want to take her. Let me know what you guys think.
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