The Sun and The Star

Albus looked around his office with a contemplative look, one had idly stirring his tea whilst the other flipped through that morning's Prophet. The portraits of the ex-headmasters were muttering to one another in the background - providing white noise for Albus as he contemplated this coming year.

With Black on the loose, Lupin in the school and Dementors 'guarding’ Hogwarts, it was already shaping up to be an interesting, entertaining and productive year. If he played his cards right, Harry would never look to Black or Lupin as responsible adults that could ‘rescue’ him from the Dursleys. He’d view Black as the deranged killer of his parents as intended and Lupin as a man incapable of full-filling his promises with barely any excuses. 

The issue, however, came in the form of Lyra Potter. 

The unexpected baby from that night. Albus, like the rest of the Wizarding world, had no idea she existed until Hagrid had passed both children to him. He’d initially wanted to remove her from the Dursleys so Harry never learnt to rely on her, but by the time he found a proper place to put the girl, Harry was already overly attached. Removing her then would have caused the boy to lose trust in all adult figures and Albus needed that trust.

Maybe Albus can find use for the girl, after all, Arabella Figg had mentioned multiple times that the girl was incredibly smart and insightful. Perhaps he could use that, convince her to trust him - after all, most little girls trust who her brothers trust, do they not? - and once he had that trust, he could use it to make her convince Harry what needed to be done in the future. He could keep his hands clean that way.

And if she is unusable, well, he has a group of dementors at his disposal.

Her death would be a good incentive for Harry to listen to him, especially if it happened in a way that showed her disobedience led to it. But then again, her death might cause him to refuse to return to school - he could try going to one of those other schools where those creatures also go. 

No, for now he’d keep Lyra Potter alive, it would make Harry Potter's death much more meaningful in the end.

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‘Siri is his name at school. I’ve had him for ages and I don’t appreciate broadcasting his name for people to be scared of.’

Siri, Sirius-

Only James Potter’s daughter would have a Grim called Sirius. Honestly.

Remus rubbed his face as he watched the students board the carriages, Harry already on his way to the school with his friends. He couldn’t believe how much they’d grown.

It was as if just yesterday Harry was ‘helping’ him eat his veggies during dinner whilst Lily kept his actual dinner warm and pretended not to ‘see’ it. He hadn’t been able to actually meet Lyra before…before that night, but he’d been sent a picture from James. The tiny, premature girl had looked like a wrinkled potato in it, like most babies honestly, but she was beautiful.

He couldn’t believe it had been nearly twelve years since that night. That horrible, horrible night.

The Grim seemed friendly enough, he’d just have to remind himself that it wasn’t his Sirius, that this was simply…a Grim…that was following the Potter children around like an overgrown puppy…

You know what, James would have been ecstatic that his daughter had somehow collected an omen of death and treated it like a puppy. The bastard would have probably given it a bow and called it Voldemort if he had his way.

God he missed them.

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“Stay here and listen to the Elves and Professor Lupin, Siri,” Lyra told him as she rubbed his ears quietly. “If you’re good I’ll get you the biggest cutting of Hoglet or whatever is closest.” Lyra bribed him easily, Sirius nearly scoffed at the idea of a member of the house of Black being so easily bribed.

“They don’t serve a lot of magical food at Hogwarts, but they do serve pulled pork baps. They’re usually favoured by Canine companions.” Moony’s voice explained as he waited a few feet from them both. Lyra let out a hum of understanding.

“Then I’ll sneak you a few of those if you behave.” She promised Sirius once more, patting his head once more before standing and smiling awkwardly at Lupin. “He shouldn’t cause any trouble, Professor but if he does I’m sorry in advance.” The girl said quietly, before following Moony’s directions to follow the other Hogwarts children.

Sirius watched as his youngest God child was led off to join the other first years for her boat ride. He felt a hollow sort or pride fill his chest as he watched both the Potter children move towards Hogwarts.

Lily and James would have loved to see them here.

Sirius huffed as he spotted the ginger haired boy that had attached himself to Harry, a Weasley of course. It was a shame, Fabian and Gideon were a good sort but clearly this boy was spoiled. Not by money, no, but by leniency. 

He couldn’t believe the words that had sprouted from the little bastard's mouth, insinuating that anyone from James Potter or Lily Evans could go ‘evil’. Sirius wasn’t blind, he could see she’d probably go Raven or Snake but that didn’t make her bad.

But wasn’t that why Severus and Regulus were bad? Why your family was bad?

Sirius felt his head thrummed with those thoughts and rested his head between his paws, a low grumble escaping him. When he was able to, he’d have words with that ginger brat, maybe with the muggle-born girl too with how she harassed Lyra after her vision.

Maybe he could get it into Harry’s thick skull to stop telling every Merlin, Morgana and house-elf that Lyra was a Seer. It wouldn’t be good if it got out to the wrong people.

“Professor…” Moony’s soft mutter caught Sirius’s attention, a forlorn look on his face as he too watched the Potter children make their individual ways to the school. Sirius couldn’t let his Moony be sad, not at all. So with a quick trot he shoved his muzzle into Remus’s hand and nuzzled it, nearly laughing at the Wolf’s jump in surprise. “Merlin-”

Sirius just thumped his tail as he nuzzled into the mans hand, willing him to pet him. To distract him in some way from what was probably a few thousand self deprecating thoughts that would rush through his head. He knew it was a little too much like Padfoot would have, but he also knew that Lyra’s insistence that he’d been with her for years and not a few weeks would help with that.

And the fact his scent smelt more like hers, Harry’s and cruelly dementors…he knew his scent was very different to that of Padfoots.

“...I think Prongs would be laughing at me.” Moony muttered, finally petting him quietly. Sirius happily accepted it, leaning into the large hands with ease. Moony was always the best at giving pets whilst also giving Moony a proper look now that the man was awake.

He was thin, dressed in what was definitely his fathers old suit and he looked exhausted. The bags under his eyes were prominent and the few grey hairs on his sides were a reminder of the hell he had probably been in, transforming alone without any of them to help. 

Sirius had hoped, when he caught Moony’s scent that it wasn’t just a hallucination, but there he had been in their compartment, asleep. Once he’d confirmed it, he’d all but demanded the kids go inside, hoping that if Moony woke up, his wolf would remember his pups and do something. 

But no, Moony’s self-sacrificing sensibilities had kicked in and he’d just played the new Professor. Sirius would fix that in the future, even if it meant hogtying the bastard and passing him to the two House-elves at Cokesworth. Specifically Meepy. She could be scary when she wanted to be, and as a bonus she’d fatten him up quickly.

“We’s be movings the Grim-Star to the halls now Master Wolfy-Moon,” The House elves that were handling the luggage told Moony, making the man stop petting him. “You’s best be getting to the hall before the childrens, Deputy Mistress Whiskers likes to have order.” the elf that spoke before told him, making Moony hold his hands up in surrender before he made a quick retreat towards the broom sticks, probably to use the floo.

“We’s been tolds ‘bout you, Grim-Star. Peemy and Meepy be very sure you here to protect little Potters, but we expect you to help protects alls the little witchys and Wizards when yous can.” The elf, clearly the head elf of the group, told him firmly. Sirius bobbed his head once in understanding, of course if he saw a kid in danger he’d help them. He wasn’t a monster.

“We bes taking yous to the hall, then you be takens to the dorm wherever little Miss Potter goes.” An elf explained, though Sirius mostly nodded his head - half listening.

He couldn’t wait to see the inside of Hogwarts again.

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Lyra had been sorely tempted to stay with the Slytherins for the rest of the Journey, just to avoid her brother but even she knew that was a bad idea. Either Malfoy would have started his taunting or Harry would have descended upon them and refused to leave until she did - most likely upsetting the group more.

So, instead, she wandered back to her brother's carriage. Finding the youngest Weasly, Ginny, the Longbottom Heir, Neville, and Luna Lovegood.

Lyra fucking loved Luna Lovegood.

The girl’s serene smile and gentle voice had already settled the few nerves Lyra had, but the things this girl came out with, about nargles and billy-somethings. Lyra wasn’t sure if Luna was messing with them or not, but Lyra had nodded her head and asked if there was any literature on the creatures she saw so that she could read up on them to hold a proper conversation with her about them.

The girl had pointed her to ‘Magizoology, visible and invisible.’

She’d spent the last train ride nattering to her new friend and outright ignoring her brother and his friends for being so rude. Neville even joined in, apparently having read the book himself and finding the use of plants in some of the ‘preventive measures’ interesting and creative.

Neither of these two were escaping her friendship, that was something Lyra decided then and there. Neville and Luna were her friends and she’d fight anyone who tried to question it. 

Now, though, she stood outside of the Great Hall with the other first years. Sirius had to stay on the train and would be moved by someone into whatever house she sorted into during dinner. Many of the girls had grouped together, talking to one another in quiet whispers whilst the boys were rowdy, talking loudly and questioning about how the sorting would take place.

Lyra spotted the girl from the other carriage, Astoria Greengrass, standing off to the side - away from the two groups completely, looking both bored and nervous. Lyra steeled herself and approached the quiet girl and smiled.

“Hello again,” Lyra greeted, smiling at the other girl. “Excited for the sorting?” she asked, tilting her head to the side as she took in the quiet girl’s appearance.

Like her sister, she had ivory white skin, a button nose and blue almond shaped eyes. Her hair was a little wavy and put up in a small braid, the blond hair just as golden as her sisters. She was taller than Lyra though, and clearly more sure of herself by the way she carried herself.

“I suppose,” Astoria sighed, as if this conversation was tiring. “I’m shocked you’re talking to me, after all, as a future Slytherin and you a future Gryffindor I was sure there would be some animosity.” The girl said off-handedly. Lyra frowned at that, titling her own head.

“Gryffindor?” Lyra said, nearly laughing at the idea. “I’m no Gryffindor, that I can promise you,” Lyra said seriously, sending a look around the room once more, before it clicked.

Astoria was alone because she was one of the few Pureblooded children here and the only one whose family were consistently in Slytherin - or Ravenclaw - if Lyra remembered correctly from the few books she’d read up on. That little tid-bit had been in ‘The Sacred 28 sorting History’.

Astoria wasn’t standing alone because she wanted to, she was being ostracised by the other children - even the Muggleborn's as they obviously took note of the other students leaving her be. Despite the Greengrass's being decidedly neutral in all things political, just having that association with Slytherin seemed to cause the others to leave her be.

She hoped Astoria remembered their lack of willingness to talk to her after the sorting.

“How can you not be a Gryffindor? Potters sort into Gryffindor, it’s just how it is.” Astoria sighed out, as if Lyra was simple. Lyra didn’t scoff, but it was close.

“I’m not my family,” Lyra said seriously. “I’m myself. My brother’s almost positive I’ll go into Ravenclaw because of my love of books.” She did not voice where she thought she’d go, but Astoria seemed to pick up on what she wasn’t saying. Her blue eyes lit up with curiosity, though her face remained blank.

“That’ll cause quite the uproar.” She commented, relaxing her body a little. Lyra just smiled at her, tilting her head to the side a little.

“I like to cause chaos, my brother says it's my only Gryffindor trait.” she joked, actually getting a laugh from the other girl. Before they could say any more, however, McGonagall had appeared and called them into line. Lyra did her best not to wave excitedly at the Professor, who had been her teacher for nearly 3 weeks now.

No, for now she kept a straight face and followed the other students diligently.

The hat had sung a song, something about ‘knowing those you should have known, trusting those you usually don’t’ along with what each house represented. Lyra barely paid attention, bouncing on her toes as McGonagall placed a stool in the middle of the little stage and started calling out names.

“Ackerley, Arthur.”

“HUFFLEPUFF”

“Alder, Alice.”

“RAVENCLAW”

“Ball, Calvin.”

“GRYFFINDOR”

“Greengrass, Astoria.”

“SLYTHERIN.”

They had been standing for a while now, nearly 20 students had passed. Five students went to Ravenclaw, eight to Gryffindor, three to Slytherin and four to Hufflepuff. There were still twenty five more students to go, including herself. 

She glanced at the Slytherin table and saw that the two boys that had originally been snubbing Astoria were attempting to talk to her now, the blonde girl was purposely ignoring him. Good, at least she knew her worth.

She moved her gaze to Gryffindor, spotting her brother's wild hair easily in the sea of red. He waved a little to her and she sent him a small smile, which gained her a larger one back. He tilted his head towards the Ravenclaw table, clearly placing his bet. Lyra barely moved her shoulders in a shrug.

“Potter, Lyra.” McGonagall’s voice called, pulling Lyra’s gaze from her brother and to her. With a small gulp, she moved to sit on the stool and had to mentally stop the shiver that went over her as the hat slipped onto her head and over her eyes. 

It needed a wash.

“I can’t argue with you on that, little Potter.” The hat's voice chimed inside her head, making her nearly jump in surprise. “I’ve not been properly cared for since the last head-master. Cleaning charms only does so much.” The hat lamented, Lyra felt a little bad about that.

“I’m sorry.” Lyra offered up mentally, the hat just chuckled.

“Don’t be. You are not the one who makes those choices. Speaking of, I can see I have a choice to make here.” The hat hummed, the mental feeling of it made her brain feel itchy. “Usually, I send Seer’s like you straight into Ravenclaw. So many resources there and its easier for your lot to get people to listen by claiming to have read something in that library of theirs…and you certainly have the attributes for it. Studious, a love of learning- feral around books.” The hat joked.

“I do love a good book.” Lyra lamented, but the hat continued on as if she hadn’t answered.

“However, like your brother, I can see you doing equally as well in Slytherin…Ambitious, cunning and strong willed enough to get what you need done. It would be quite the upset to send you there.” The hat reasoned.

“No chance of Gryffindor then?” Lyra asked, feeling herself deflate a little at the fact she didn’t share some of the traits her parents held so dearly.

“You are brave, I can give you that. I can see it all right here. Everything you went through, especially with Mr Potter being here whilst you were stuck with that family. You’ve not told him what has happened to you. You should.” The hat told her softly, before refocusing, Lyra tried not to panic over what the Hat had seen. “No, you are studious and take joy from learning new things. However, Ravenclaws do not devote time to learning what the school teaches - they seek out information they want to learn specifically. Although I can see you doing the same, I can see a much better fit with Slytherin.”

“How?”Lyra questioned, she fiddled with the hem of her robes, trying to ignore the increasing noise outside of the hat.

“You are cunning, Miss Potter. You know what you want and how to get it. You’re ambitious like that. You’re aware of those around you and how they interact with one another in a way only a Slytherin can. You could learn to use that to your advantage, to use what you have available to succeed in what you want and need.”

“I…but if I sort there, what will everyone think?”

“Does it matter?” The hat asked, before asking her another question. “When you seek out information, Miss Potter. Is it because it interests you, or is it because it’ll be useful for what you need. Is it your ambition that drives your need to learn, or your need to learn that drives your ambition?” The hat questioned, Lyra fell silent - unlike the hall that was full of whispers now, she could hear them. She closed her eyes, she knew the answer. “As I thought. BETTER BE, SLYTHERIN!” The hat bellowed, making Lyra flinch at the noise as the hat was slipped from her head. McGonagall gave her a soft, encouraging smile as Lyra adjusted her eyes to the bright light of the room. She couldn’t see any anger in them.

The room however, had gone deathly silent.

Lyra swallowed, slipping off the stool and straightening her back - her eyes glancing to the Gryffindor table. Her brother looked to be in shock, but the moment their eyes connected, Harry was standing and applauding loudly in the near silent room.

In seconds, Fred and George were clapping with him, along with Percy. Neville joined quickly, along with Hermione and Ginny. Luna had stood up and excitedly started clapping as well, and then a tall boy in Hufflepuff robes had done the same.

Soon, Lyra had a slightly muted applause as she calmly made her way to the Slytherin table. All of which were staring at her in quiet contemplation - or shock, she wasn’t sure.

“Lyra,” Astoria’s voice whispered as the Greengrass girl pulled her to sit beside her - giving her a proper look at the hall from the side she sat on. “Are you ok?”

“I think I might be in shock,” Lyra said softly. “I figured I’d go here but...”

“But thinking about it and it actually happening are two different things.” Astoria hummed out, before a smile twitched onto her face. “I’m kind of excited. I get to share my room with a Grim.” Astoria whispered, making Lyra blow some air out of her nose as she attempted not to giggle uncontrollably at the comment.

She sends another glance towards her brother's table, meeting Harry’s green eyes and seeing nothing but relief and joy in them. That was a relief at least, but she could see Ron was glaring daggers at her. Turning her eyes away she glanced up to the head table, Professor Snape looked half defeated half annoyed, Professor McGonagall looked rather smug and the headmaster-

Although there was a smile on the headmaster's face, there was no doubt fury in his eyes as he stared at her in her direction, she tried her best to ignore it. There was something about his face that was familiar…but she couldn’t place it.

Looking towards the stool now, she did her best to ignore him. She’d figure out why the old man was so livid about her placement and why he looked familiar, later. For now, she had other things to focus on-

“Potter. Potter,” The Malfoy heir’s voice whispered from down the table, bringing her gaze to him, raising a single eyebrow as she waited for him to continue. “Is it true, your brother, he fainted?” the blonde idiot goaded, she felt her face contort in utter annoyance at the boy's utter fascination with her brother - and the complete switch of being semi-decent on the train to being a little toerag now. 

Honestly.

“He didn’t faint,” She whispered back calmly, though her tone soon turned scolding. “Honestly, you weren’t far from yourself, if it wasn’t for those dementors running off when they did…” She shook her head, giving him a look. The blonde actually flushed - be it from annoyance or embarrassment, she wasn’t sure but his friends were snickering at him.

“Oh, I like you, tell me, do you bite?” A boy with dark skin and almost honey-like eyes asked, a charming grin on his face as he rested his cheek on his fist. He was, objectively, handsome, but Lyra wouldn’t be swayed by it.

“I don’t, but my Grim does,” She answered calmly, before casting her eyes back to the head table, ignoring the growing grin on the other boy's face. “And it looks like the man dressed in black does too, by the glare he’s sending this way.” She hated having to pretend not to know Professor Snape, but he’d been adamant, something to do with keeping nosey people out of their business or something.

She didn’t really get it, but she’d do as the dower man asked, for now.

“That’s our head of house, Professor Severus Snape. He teaches Potions,” Malfoy’s voice said, almost indignantly as he sniffed in her direction. “He’s the right sort, even for a Half-blood. Best not cross him, or he’ll make your time here hell.” He informed her. Lyra shrugged half heartedly.

“I’ll keep that in mind when I undoubtedly find myself earning his ire.” She said evenly, the conversation dies there as another student - Petters, Prim - is called up.

It was going to take some time to get to dinner.

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Slytherin. 

His little sister went into Slytherin.

When she looked at Harry, all he could see was uncertainty and apprehension, like he was waiting for him to react negatively like Ron had on the train. He couldn’t let that happen and in seconds he found himself standing and applauding. Much to Ron’s annoyance, something Harry would ignore for now.

He’d been relieved when Fred, George and the rest of the Quidditch team joined in - along with Neville, Lee, Hermione and even Percy. When the rest of Gryffindor, minus Ron, all stood to join it, it seemed to signal to the other houses and soon she had Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff finally giving an applause - though it was muted.

He wouldn’t dare let her think she had no one to turn to, not after this summer.

He sent her another smile once the applause had calmed down and settled back down for the rest of the sorting, his mind wandering to what had happened on the train as he half heartedly applauded for the other sorting students.

Ron had been off since the moment he found both Harry and Lyra, the comments he’d made had set Harry on edge and he had regretted not yelling at the other boy over his words. Thankfully, Hermione had at least sent the other straight.

Then the dementors had attacked-

‘Not them, please, not my babies-’

Shaking his head, Harry tried not to think about what he heard. All he knew was that the creature was entering the compartment and then another had grabbed it, screamed in its direction and the two were fleeing, just as Professor Lupin was about to cast a spell. The man had looked confused for a moment, but had left after explaining the situation and giving them some chocolate.

The final student was sorted, Zoey Zeal - a Ravenclaw - and the frog choir had just finished their rendition of ‘toil and trouble’ when Dumbledore had taken the stage. It hit Harry then, as he looked at the man, that he was upset - angry - about something, but kept a smile on his face.

Perhaps, he’d just been informed of the dementors and was upset on their behalf.

“Welcome, welcome. To another year at Hogwarts,” The man greeted, looking towards them all with a smile. “Now, I’d like to say a few words before we become too befuddled by our excellent feast,” The man smiled once more and Harry waited for the usual random three words that would usually follow that sentence. “First, I’m pleased to welcome Professor R.J.Lupin, who’s kindly consented to fill the post of Defence against the Dark Arts Professor. Good luck, Professor.” Dumbledore waved his arm in the direction of the man, and Harry found himself surprised he was announcing Professors before the feast.

Odd, but oh well.

The professor stood and gave a small bow before sitting down, Hermione made a small noise of understanding and nodded towards him as they applauded.

“Of course, that’s why he knew to give you the chocolate, Harry.” she hummed out, looking a little pleased to have figured it out. Harry just gave a small smile, because of course he’s the new defence teacher - it's not like they get a new one every year. But he doesn’t say that, not for now at least.

“-and finally, Professor Kettleburn, our Care of Magical Creatures teacher for many years has decided to retire, in order to spend more time with his remaining limbs,” that got a few chuckles from the students around them. “Fortunately, I’m delighted to announce that his place will be taken by none other than our own Rubeus Hagrid.” Harry looked to said man and felt the pride, excitement and trepidation coming off him in tenfold - a glance to McGonagall showed just as much pride coming from her as she gave his arm a squeeze, the hall had broken out into a light smattering of applause as the man stood up - nearly knocking the table over.

“Finally, on a more disquieting note,” Dumbledore continued, making Hagrid hurriedly sit back down, looking a little red in the face from the applause. Harry turned his attention back to Dumbledore and felt more of his anger from earlier. “At the request of the Ministry of Magic, Hogwarts will, until further notice, play host to the dementors of Azkaban. Until such time as Sirius Black is captured.” That confirmed it then, Dumbledore was angry over the Dementors and the attack on the train.

Harry felt some relief as he tentatively allowed some trust to form for the headmaster, after all, someone that upset over the safety of students had to be trustworthy, right?

“-Their presence will not disrupt our day-to-day activities, a word of caution. Dementors are a vicious creatures and will not distinguish between the one they hunt and the one who gets in their way. Therefore, I must warn each and every one of you to give them no reason to harm you. It is not in the nature of a Dementor to be forgiving.” Dumbledore's voice was grave, nothing like Harry’s first year when talking of the third-floor, or the year before during the Basilisk attacks. The man sounded genuinely cautious about this - worried even. 

It made Harry sit up stiffer in his seat, because if Dumbledore was worried for them and letting it show, then this was a true threat.

“But, you know, even happiness can be found - even in the darkest of times. If one only remembers to turn on the light.” Dumbledore finished, waving his hand and lighting some of the candles and bringing on the feast. That seemed to distract the students around them and soon they were all tucking into their meals.

“Rotten luck about your sister, mate.” Ron said after a few minutes - half a chicken leg in his mouth, Harry tried not to grimace at the display.

“Oh, Ronniekins,” One of the twins - Fred, Harry thinks - sighed and wrapped an arm around his brother with ease. “Little Lyra-”

“Is certainly no pushover-” George, or Fred - Harry would figure out their differences at one point - he knew it.

“-And she most certainly wasn’t a lion. No, I’d of pegged her for a raven-”

“Not a badger, that's for sure-”

“Oh, definitely, much too quick to figure things out-”

“-and take advantage of what was going on-”

“-I remember the car last summer, already half in it before Harrikins could call to her-”

“-Oh stop it!” Ron grumbled, throwing his brothers off of him and glaring. “She’s a snake, a no good, evil little snake. Look, she’s already chatting with Malfoy and his rotten lot - no doubt ready to become a mini-”

“A mini what, Ron?” Harry hadn’t even realised it was him who spoke, as he glared at the red-headed boy. Ron paused, looking unsure what to say as he looked between Harry and the Slytherin table, clearly trying to think about what he was going to say. “That is my sister you’re talking about. My sister, who I’ll remind you, spent the previous summer helping your mum refine some of her baking recipes. Who spent most of that summer talking to your dad about the muggle world to the best of her abilities because it made him happy,” Harry seethed a little, not really realising just how cross he was with the other boy until he started talking. “You’re being such a sod. So what if she’s in Slytherin? She’s still my little sister.” he snapped.

“He’s got a point, Ron, you’d lose your marbles if anyone talked like that about Ginny.” Seamus brought up, sipping his pumpkin juice.

“Honestly, Ronald-” Hermione shook her head in disdain whilst the ginger boy spluttered out a half-hearted apology.

But Harry couldn’t ignore the emotions of righteous indignation coming from Ron, it made him worry. 

He’d keep an eye on Lyra, just in case someone tried to do something about her placement.

“Oi, Harry-” Wood’s voice caught his attention, “Please tell me your sister isn’t as skilled as you on the broom. It’s my final year-” A small smile broke onto Harry’s face.

Only Wood would think of Quidditch during all of this.