The sky over Hogwarts was cast in the gloom of evening, clouds hanging low and heavy. The castle echoed with the whispers of students making their way to the Quidditch stadium, their excitement coming in groups. In the sea of it all, Lyra Malfoy moved like a ghost, a shadow in the crowd, her thoughts heavy with worry. Percy was missing, her best friend was lost, he went missing after the battle of Manhatten, she and Annabeth spent a lot of time looking for her until chiron forbade them from looking anymore. Lyra's heart weighed heavily in her chest, the stress of the situation clawing at her insides. As the Quidditch match unfolded, the cheers and roars from the stadium acted as a fleeting distraction from the turmoil within. The final whistle blew, and the cheers erupted. Gryffindor had won, but the victory was bittersweet for Lyra. She approached. Harry turned around once he heard a snort from behind him, still holding the Snitch tightly in his hand. Lyra Malfoy had just landed close by, she was still managing to sneer. Tension crackled in the air as Lyra's frustrations spilled out in sharp words. She insulted Harry, her tone laced with the stress and worry she carried. The other Gryffindors tried to reassure Harry, urging him not to let her words get to him. But the volatile mix of emotions in Lyra, a demigod born to Zeus, could not be kept inside. thunder boomed from clouds rolling in. She stopped thinking as words just spilled out, she wouldn't remember them anyway. her ranting went on and on. "--but you like the Weasley's, don't you, Potter?" said Malfoy, sneering. "Spend the holidays there and everything, don't you? Can't see how you stand the stink, but I supposed when you've been dragged up by Muggles even the Weasley's hovel smells okay-" Harry grabbed hold of George; meanwhile, it was taking the combined efforts of Angelina, Alicia, and Katie to stop Fred from leaping on Malfoy, who still ranting. Harry looked around for Madam Hooch, but she was still berating Crabbe for his illegal Bludger attack.
"Or perhaps," said Malfoy, leering as she backed away, "you can remember what your mother's house stank like Potter and Weasley's pigsty reminds you of it--" Harry was not aware of releasing George, all he knew was that a second later both of them were sprinting at Malfoy. He had completely forgotten the fact that all the teachers were watching: All he wanted to do was cause Malfoy as much pain as possible. With no time to draw out his wand, he merely drew back the fist clutching the Snitch and sank it as hard as he could into Malfoy's stomach--
"Harry! HARRY! GEORGE! NO!"
the crowd watched as George went in for the punch. She dodged George's punch effortlessly and caught his next one, lifting her other arm in a swift motion that crushed his arm. The stadium echoed with George's howls of pain, a chorus that silenced the celebratory mood. Shocked gasps echoed through the corridor. Those who had thought of Malfoy as an all-talk-no-bite bully were proven wrong. Fred, fueled by anger, lunged at her. The ensuing clash was chaotic, a whirlwind of limbs and raw emotion. Lyra, with demigod reflexes, twisted her body mid-air, ending up on top of Fred. Punches rained down on his face, and the onlookers pleaded for her to stop. she couldn't, her mind was elsewhere, thinking of the stress of losing Percy, the battle of Manhattan, the labyrinth, the sea of monsters, and returning Zeus's lightning bolt, she knew the prophecy was starting soon and it was still going to be a choice between her or Percy depending on if he was alive. Lyra was overwhelmed by stress, fear, and frustration, and couldn't contain the storm within. Tears streamed down her face as she pummeled a now bloody Fred. It was a chaotic scene, one that drew the attention of another demigod Severus Snape, His strong arms grabbed Lyra, pulling her away from an unconscious Fred. She cried into his chest, the release of emotions overwhelming her. She hadn't noticed the blood on her hands or the fact it was raining, she just kept crying as she was taken to Madam Hootch, along with Harry.