Chapter 31
Chapter 31
‘Harry, wanna play chess?’
‘No, I'm just going to read.’
‘Do you really just want to read?’
‘That's what I said. I will be upstairs.’
‘You are turning into Hermione.’
Turning away Harry exits the room, he tries to stifle his anger. turning the corner Harry sighs deeply.
‘Everything alright?’
‘Sirius? Yea I'm fine.’
‘What’s up with Ron?’
‘He only ever wants to play chess or talk about Quidditch. I have other interests.’
‘I’m sure you do. Have you shared them with him?’
‘I try but he always says I'm becoming Hermione.’
‘Is that such a bad thing?’
‘No, I like hanging out with Hermione and having things to talk about. But when Ron says it... It Sounds like she is-’ Harry is unable to continue the sentence, anger pours off him in waves.
‘I think I understand. Sometimes we grow as people but those we spend time with do not grow at the same pace. It is ok to change and grow. Not every friend will still be there as you grow.’
Harry thinks for a few moments.
‘Thanks Sirius, I'm going to go think about all this. See you later.’
‘Sure. I hope everything turns out alright.’
‘Me too.’
Harry walks into his room and lays on the bed.
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‘Mum did you get my letter?’
‘What letter?’
‘I almost ran out of potion.’
‘I gave you an extra dose, how did you almost run out? What happened?’
‘I may not have remembered the right day every time. I dropped one dose when I was startled by Neville. And I know Harry ate the snack I prepared for him but he didn't act like he received that dose.’
‘Do you know what will happen if you are caught?’
‘It can’t be that bad.’
‘You will be expelled and probably arrested.’
‘But you said this is what I needed to do to keep Harry as my friend.’
‘I will send some more doses with you but you will need to be more cautious. You cannot get caught.’
‘Thanks mum.’ Ron hugs his mother and walks away.
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Knowing that the board was scheduled to arrive later this week for ward strengthening; Albus decided that he had more important things to do with his precious time. He sent a small note to his favorite submissives. Molly and Alaster would arrive at his private residence when they had time.
When Albus arrived at his home, Alister was already there but Molly was nowhere to be seen,
‘You disappointed me when we last spoke.’
Alaster was kneeling on the ground as he was trained. Head bent so he was staring at the ground.
‘You will not do so again.’
Alister knew better than to respond. Albus began administering his punishment. Within a few hours Molly arrived. She moved to mimic the position Alister was in previously.
Over the next week Albus allowed himself to relax while playing with his submissives. Molly came and went when her schedule would allow but Alister was there the entire time. (yes all 3 fucked, no i couldnt convince myself to write it.)
When the week ended Albus returned to the school and was entertained to feel the wards had only been raised to about 30%. Clearly the Board were not as strong as they pretended to be.
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‘Lovely to see you again, Miss Lestrange.’
‘You as well, My Lord.’
‘As you are not a marked follower you don't need to be so formal you may call me Tom.’
‘Thank you, Tom.’
‘I have something for you and your parents. This is a communication journal. You simply write in it and someone on the other side can read it and respond.’
‘That sounds marvelous. I wonder how it works. What are its limitations?’
‘You can only communicate one way and the contents are now privacy protected. Also you may not change the shape in an effort to conceal it.’
‘Fascinating. I wonder-’ She stops not wanting to seem rude.
‘Go on?’ He encourages.
‘I wonder. . .’ he nods encouragingly, ‘if i could improve upon this design, make improvements.’
‘I would love to see what you come up with.’
‘Thank you Tom, this is lovely.’
‘You are most welcome. Be safe.’
‘I will.’
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‘Mum, I think it's time that I have my glamour removed.’
‘Really?’
‘Yes, I want to return to school as Lyra.’
‘That is wonderful.’
‘I will have to tell everyone that Aunt Cissa and Uncle Lucius broke the glamour for me.’
‘I understand. Have you been to Gringotts yet?’
‘I was thinking about going there after this.’
‘Alright I will owl Cissa and everything will be ready for tomorrow.’
‘Thanks mum, I will see you after breakfast.’
Hermione hugs Bella before leaving the room and flooing away to Diagon Alley.
Once arriving at Gringotts, Hermione approaches the nearest available goblin.
‘How may I assist you?’
‘I would like to test my lineage. I recently learned that I am the Lestrange Heir and I have been told that I should have access to a vault.’
‘Come with me.’
Hermione follows the goblin down the hall and into a sparsely decorated office.
The goblin takes his seat behind the desk and motions for Hermione to sit as well.
‘You wish to verify your heritage?’
‘Yes sir.’
The goblin pulls parchment from the desk and lays it on the desk in between them. Then he pulls out a large needle.
‘I will need to prick your finger then you will drip only 5 drops of blood onto this parchment. If you are who you say you are, we will proceed. If not…’ the goblin doesn't finish his thought but Hermione feels that things would not be pleasant.
After the parchment has her blood it begins to form words.
‘You are indeed the Lestrange Heir. I will return in a moment with the proper documents to sign.’
Hermione nods and the goblin leaves the room. Soon all the paperwork is completed and Hermione removes a sizable amount from her vault. She then walks through the alley to find presents for friends and family.
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Hermione arrives at Lestrange manor and begins to look for her mother. Slowly she walks through the halls wondering where her mother could be this morning. As she passes the door to her room she hears 2 voices. Turning toward it she opens the door. Inside the room she sees her mother and aunt bustling about.
‘Mum?’
‘Lyra dear, I’m so glad you are here. Come in, we are almost ready to break your glamour.’
‘That’s great mum, morning Aunt Cissa.’
‘Morning dear. Are you ready to see your true features?’
‘Yes I am. It’s been challenging not being able to ask this before now.’
Cissa and Bella rush over and wrap Lyra in a hug.
‘It is almost time. Lay on the bed while we finish the preparation.’
Soon after Lyra lays down she hears the chanting begin:
‘hanc libera formam, hoc velum leva, verum se aperi, a falsis solve (free this form, lift this veil, reveal her true self, unbind her from that which is false)
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Slowly Lyra opens her eyes. Her mouth is dry, after blinking a few times she is able to see a little better in the dim light. Slowly she sits up, her head pounding. A glass is pressed into her hand. Raising it to her lips without thinking about it, she begins to drink. Suddenly her eyes focus and she notices her hand seems to be a lighter shade then it normally is.
‘Mum?’ She asks softly.
‘Yes, dear. Everything went well. You look beautiful. Your father said you look like I did back in school, and I have to agree.’
Lyra smiles.
‘You can rest for another hour before you need to floo back to the twins shop. Be sure you eat a good meal tonight, you will need it to replenish your core.’
‘I will mum. Tell Winky?’
‘Alright dear, rest some more.’
Lyra wakes 45 minutes later. She sits up slowly, this time it is easier. When she stands her body feels different. Perhaps she changed more than she initially thought. Step by step Lyra inches toward her bathroom. As she enters the light turns on and she gets her first glimpse of herself.
Black hair that hangs is loose ringlets, eyes now a medium almost dark gray, her face thinned out and more defined. Her petite form seems to have filled out more, her shirt seems tighter then it had that morning. As she continues to look, Lyra notices that she is another inch or two taller.
A smile grows as she realizes that the differences may be minor but they accentuate her features. Lyra looks through her closet to find something a little bigger to wear, before going to find her mother.
When she leaves her room, Lyra sees her family waiting in the hall.
‘Lyra, you look beautiful.’
‘Thank you father.’
‘Hey cousin. I see you are planning to stir up some more trouble.’
‘That is the plan, Dray.’
‘I wish I could be there.
‘As fun as that would be, I don’t think having you with the Order would be a good idea.’
‘True.’ Lyra hugs each member of her family.
‘If you cannot stay there, you will floo us.’
‘Of course, I will, uncle. I think Sirius will make sure I am safe until I return to school.’
‘Speaking of, his trial is scheduled. He will receive an owl. Please tell him.’
‘I will. I know how eager he is to clear his name.’
‘Dear? You need to leave now the shops are beginning to close in Diagon.’
‘Yes mum. See you on the train, Dray. I will be home as soon as I can.’
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ok i am back, life is crazy right now, i hope ou enjoy this chapter, i hope to have the next up soon :)