Siphoned

🎶 Chasing down the silver linings Of wounded minds and wounded souls Oh oh oh We are coming home, we are coming home Oh oh oh🎶

Lyra’s POV

Lyra opened her hand bag to get a handkerchief. She reached inside of her tiny bag and managed to fit her whole arm in it, to find the white cloth. It made it harder to find things, even though it had a positive side of being able to carry more. Thanks to the enlargement charm she thought, sarcastically.

Finally, her hand touched  the soft texture of the handkerchief, she grabbed it and lightly damped it to her wet cheeks, waiting for the cloth to absorb her tear drops. She hopped upwards with a Thump sound. It was a foggy and windy day. The flying carriage wasn't a dangerous transportation, but for her preference, it wasn't a good day to fly in a carriage. Actually for her, it was never a good day  to fly in a carriage to a place you don't exactly know.

"Miss Greengrass, are you okay?" the coachman's polite voice sounded.

"Yes. I am fine." she called out, lying. She wasn't fine! She was dizzy and still angry at Dumbledore. "When will we arrive?"

"Soon enough, Miss Greengrass." Lyra sighed, deeply.

Placing her head to the gold arch of the baby blue seat. It had started raining. Summer, august rain. Just like the day Dumbledore visited her home, to make this nonsense arrangement that she had to agree to, because of her uncontrollable powers or how mother and father calls it; her condition.

According to Dumbledore, he could not use the floo network to come to the US anymore because the war on the UK magic world was getting worse. So, there was two options: for Lyra to quit trying to control her unknown powers with Dumbledore or her to come to England and attend to Hogwarts, the magic school in the UK. She would be under the same roof with the old headmaster and that way they could work on her powers more efficiently.

It was very hard to pick an option but, Lyra did. She picked option two. Actually, more like she had to pick. Then, one week later she packed her bags and said goodbye to everything she knew all her life. Ilvermorny, her friends, her family, the US...Her home. She was born in the UK. She had lived in a mansion located in London until she was 8 years old. She knew pureblood family and friends there. She had not seen them in seven years but she did meet them in some point of her life. Still, the place she was going now didn't felt like going home. Lyra had to feel that way.

After all the Black's house, Hogwarts and the UK was her new home. Her mother made arrangements, places for her to stay with family friends until Hogwarts starts. Greengrass's had a huge estate outer London but her mother didn't want her to spend the last days of summer alone. The Malfoy's manor was full. So, her mother chose the Black's.

Lyra remembered the Black's from when she was little. She remembered playing with two black haired boys. One older, outgoing and the younger one shy, secretive. The younger one never really talked, he was always running away but, the older one was nice. Sirius. She didn't forget his name. She couldn't. She remembered Sirius always being kind to her.

Little Lyra had thought Sirius was the funniest person she had ever met. She even remembered their family's trying to make an arranged marriage between Lyra and Sirius. They were the same age. So, their family's probably saw an opportunity there but, after the Blacks thought Lyra was a squib due to her absurd powers coming in late, they called it off. I guess there is one good thing the powers did...she thought as she spotted London above the swishing clouds.

The coachman called out for the last time. "Miss Greengrass, we will be landing in a couple of seconds."

She sat up straight. Checked her hair and makeup from her pocket mirror. She did everything her mother advised her to do. Then, she reached for her bag again but to get her white gloves this time. It was important for her to wear them, to not cause harm to anyone in any way.

Lyra breathed in, deeply and exhaled. "Welcome home, Lyra." she whispered to herself, chuckling sadly.

As the old, black house appeared out of thin air next to the muggle houses. They landed in front of the black house. Three long silhouettes and a small one caught her eye from the blurry window. They were waiting on the steps of the house. Lyra put on a smile and the carriage door opened.

Regulus's POV

"Regulus Arcturus Black!" Regulus jumped up from the bed with his mother's screech.

Full name. She's angry. Then, some small footsteps approach his door. A knock.

"Master Regulus?" Kreacher's voice was full of horror. His feet's shadows under the door was shaky. That poor elf when will he be free of my kind, beloved mother he thought, sarcastically.

"Come in, Kreacher." said Regulus sitting on his bed, rubbing his eyes crazily, like he was going to carve them out.

The elf came in and closed the door quietly but quickly. "Master Regulus is not dressed. Mistress is angry! Very very angry!"

"I heard." Regulus answered. He got up to pick up the outfit his mother left him in a black bag. "Did she arrived, Kreacher?" he opened the zipper to find a black jacket, black pants, black shoes and a white shirt.

Finally, a white clothing piece. The Black family was really close to the black color. More like his mother was close. She was obsessed with black dresses, suits...And unfortunately that effected Regulus's clothing as well.

At least when he was at home. "No, Master Regulus. The girl hasn't arrived yet." Kreacher was calmer now. Regulus put on his pants and shirt on. He left the buttons of his shirt open and went into his bathroom. He splashed his face with water. Pushed back his dark, thick hair. Then, parted it from the middle with a comb to not look like he just woke up.

After spraying some mint cologne, he went back to his room to complete his clothing. He wore his shoes and jacket. He wanted to check the black clothing bag one last time as he spotted a black bow tie on the ground that must fallen from inside the bag. A bow tie? he questioned.

His mother only made him wear bow ties when there was a very special occasion or a pureblood dinner which was a very special occasion for her.

He knew, this girl that was coming to the Grimmauld Place was a important guest but, this bow tie showed she wasn't just a guest. She was someone important. Yes. But she was also someone Regulus's family wanted to impress, to win.

Before Regulus could connect the dots, his mother's heavy stumps sounded on the stairs. He wrapped the tie around his neck without hassle ,and ran out of his room to see his mother waiting in front of him. She looked taller due to the all black, velvet dress she was wearing.

"People that are lazy, that don't want to do anything for tomorrow's purity and are late, are the people that lose wars." she said, her eyes gazing upside down. Walburga looked like she was scanning his son. His only perfect son.

"Don't be lazy, Regulus." She stepped closer to her son. She clasped her hands to his neck, fixing his bow tie with her long, white fingers. Regulus shivered when his mother's cold hands touched his neck. "And certainly, don't be late." She tightened the the bow tie so hard that Regulus was about to cough.

His words came out hard from his mouth. "Yes, Mother."

"Here." She patted his shoulders hard. "Now, you look like a Black." She went downstairs, gesturing his hand for Regulus to follow her. Regulus stopped right before the stairs, tucked his hand between his neck and the bow tie to open a small gap between them. He breathed in deeply and exhaled. Then, rushed after his mother.

His mother gathered father and him in front of the house. His father was wearing a bow tie as well. She lifted the charm for the girl's carriage to see the house, as Kreacher joined them, staying put behind his Mistress.

Couple of minutes later, a white, gold carriage appeared across the cloudy sky, shining. It landed right in front of them. Two house elves popped up next to the vehicle, to lay down a bronze carpet on to the wet street floor. The coachman knocked the door twice, gently.

Afterwards, a girl with a huge smile came out of the carriage. She wore a thin layered, white dress, which suited her body perfectly and a matching set of gloves. Her golden locks were so shiny that they hurt Regulus's eyes. She was a pretty girl, who probably was filthy rich but except that Regulus couldn't find an interesting part of her. He couldn't understand why his parents would make extreme preparations for a girl? Just a girl.

🎶 We are coming home, we are coming home Ah oh🎶

Song: Home II- Dotan

Author's note:

Ahh! First chapter!! I hoped you liked it. I'm so excited for this fanfic! I have so many ideas. Some chapters will be only one POV, others will be; couple of together in one chapter. - Just to inform you. Thank you for reading.<3 -L