You Shouldn't Have Touched the Time Turner - Scorpius + Lyra
“I saw it Lyra! I heart it all, I was there.” Scorpius was red in the face as he nearly shouted at his sister.
Lyra flicked a bit of dust off the old chaise she’d perched on in the room of requirement. Scorpius had looked like he was going to burst when he’d found her in the libraryand demanded she follow him.
She was starting to regret the decision to follow him immensely.
“You went looking for trouble, i don’t know what you were expecting to find Scorpius.” Her calm demeanor was grating him further.
“Father was, he was awful!” Scorpius was pacing back and forth. “He treated Mum like…like-”
“Like a mudblood.” Lyra offered.
Scorpius gaped at his sister. She blinked at him dully.
“Don’t look so scandalized. It’s not like you haven’t heard it. I know Bulstrode called you one on the train.” Lyra sat up straight, tossing a sheet of sleek golden blonde hair over her shoulder.
Scorpius had been at Hogwarts for all of three months and already had managed to derail her social life. Now he was really starting to loose the plot though.
Her brother ran his fingers through his mop of curls, pulling them all out into a ball of frizz. It made Lyra want to swat his hand away but she knew it would only set him off. For an eleven year old he had a mightly temper.
“I just..she was crying, Mum. And Father just laughed and carried on!” He shook his head
Lyra could see the anger begin to roll off of him, souring into remorse and guilt.
“He called her…that, that word…and”
“Scorpius,” Lyra tilted her head, her brow furrowing. “They’ve never hidden it from us,”
He nodded, suddenly looking even more childlike than he already did.
“You shouldn’t have touched the time turner at all, Mum told you it would be dangerous…these things, time…it’s not for us to mess with.”
“I just wanted to know..” He mumbled. She could tell he was reliving the moment in his head as his grey eyes stared off into the piles of abandoned and lost things.
It wasn’t that the thought hadn’t tempted her as well. The chance to see what it had been like, who their parents had been before the war aged and jaded them. Their mother kept the Time Turners in far too obvious hiding places, it was a near constant temptation.
But she’d never dared actually do it.
Lyra loved her Father, they were thick as thieves when she was little, and everyone said she took after him the most.
Perhaps it was a fear of what he had been, what he’d done. Or perhaps it was a fear of what she had the potential to be that deterred her.
Scorpius was far more like their mother thought. Untamed, prideful, headstrong. But he also wore his emotions on his sleeve.
Lyra stood and pulled her little brother in for a hug. It was what their mother would have done.
“Don’t tell Mum.” He blubbered.
Lyra sighed pulling back to look her brother in the eye. She kept a grasp of his shoulders.
“I’d be more worried about Father,”
A few tears dripped down Scorpius’s pale face. She took a breath before she continued.
“You know, once when you were a baby, someone shouted at Mum in the streat and called her…that.”
Scorpius’s eyes went wide.
“And I remember it because Father looked angrier than I’d ever seen him and it scared me. I didn’t know what it meant then, but I do now. Mum tried to get him to stop, but Father nearly killed the bloke with the curess he sent after him.”
“Really?”
Lyra nodded as Scorpius wiped his wet cheeks with the back of a freckled hand.
“Mum’s smart, Scorp, she’s smarter than everyone. She wouldn’t have married Father if he wasn’t different now.” The words were to reassure her brother as much as they were to reassure herself.
“We’re mudbloods too…Would Father have hated us too?” His voice cracked as he asked.
The words had Lyra frowning, her own stomach twisting at the thought.
“Oh Scorp.” She pulled him in for antoher hug.
“That was a long time ago.”
She felt him nod against her robes and tried not to think of the wet stains he might leave behind on them.
Finally Scorpius stepped back and sniffed back the tears as he straightened his Gryffindor robes with were nearly always disheveled.
“Don’t tell.” He said gain. Lyra smirked but raised her pinky.
“Don’t do it again or I will.” She held out the other hand palm up. Scorpius glanced between her pinky and the open palm and sighed.
He rached into his pocket and fished out the old Time Turner, dropping it into her hand as he hooked his pinky with hers.
“Fine.”