Hello so just wanted to warn everyone that this chapter has mention of abuse. I would recommend that anyone who may not like reading about this topic to skip that part. 

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Lyra stood at the edge of the forbidden forest barefoot breathing in and basking in the light as the sun started to rise.

Nobody was around everyone was inside, it was too early. Checking her watch she noticed she had 45 minutes before her first class.

Smiling brightly she took off sprinting into the forest quickly transforming into her Animagus (black wolf with gold eyes).

Lyra ran jumping over logs and fallen trees panting with a wolfy grin on her face.

She felt so in tune with her surroundings, it was if the world was moving in slow motion, she could hear every noise and movement. Senses heightened.

Her paws pounded the earth as Lyra adventured deeper into the forest.

She soon heard the sound of running water allowing herself to follow it.

Emerging from the tree line she witnessed a clearing with a waterfall that was pouring into a river, animals and magical creatures flocked to the small paradise. Pixies, a unicorn many different species of birds including owls. It took Lyra's breath away. This was her new place, this was her safe space to do whatever she wanted. Whether it be too unwind from a hard day or to get away from all the noise. This was it. Shifting into herself again she walked around taking it all in.

Before she could explore the area any further her watch beeped. She had exactly 12 minutes before potions class begun to get there. Lyra panicked.

I'M. IN. SO. MUCH. SHIT.

She switched back into her wolf because she knew she would be faster in that form and took off back into the trees.

She hightailed it out of the forbidden Forest past Hagrid's hut all the way past the grounds and arrived at the castle door. She looked around nobody was outside. hopefully she had not been seen.

Lyra was running through the hallways as fast as she could to get to the dungeons where potions was. Checking her watch she had exactly 3 MINUTES  LEFT BEFORE IMMEDIATE DEATH!

Finally she arrived at the potions door with exactly 30 seconds to spare. Pushing the door open Lyra ran in to find two redheads sitting two rows from the back to her left.

Plopping her bag down on the floor she slumped in her chair beside them.

"Hey Lyra long time no see" George wiggled his eyebrows at her.

Before she could reply with one of her famous sarcastic remarks Professor Snape entered the dingy room.

"Turn to page 91 in your textbooks, read the chapter, then write a summary on what you have read. Next class we will be handing them in. Be prepared to brew a potion next time you walk through these doors" he drawled in a low gravely voice. 

The trio rolled their eyes but thinking better of it did not say anything and got to work, it was only the first class after all, didn't need to get a detention that soon. 

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The day went on in a haze of boring, very boring and even more boring classes for Lyra, Lee and the twins. They mostly just joked around and got to know each other better. Lyra was like their missing puzzle piece. 

Finally they reached their last class of the day, Defense Against the Dark Arts. George noticed a complete change in Lyra's demeanor  as she entered the classroom. Her face no longer had it's signature smile, the light had left her eyes, her aura shifted and her posture was stoic. 

George nudged Fred as they took their seats, signaling for him to look. Fred simply just shrugged his shoulders and mouthed the words "I have no idea."

Before he could address her mood shift he was cut off by Professor Lockheart making his dramatic entrance. 

"GOOD AFTERNOON PUPILS OF THE HOUSE OF GRYFFINDOR! I as you clearly can tell by seeing me, am Gilderoy Lockhart your Defense Against the Dark Arts professor! I have slayed many beasts in my travels and now I will begin by reading you the first chapters of my book, written of course by me, myself and I."

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Ten minutes into Lockheart's book and Lyra was ready to claw her eyes out, pulling her hair in utter frustration she let out a sigh scribbling something down and passing it to George. 

This class is a joke, we aren't gonna learn anything useful here I can already tell he has no idea how to teach and has an ego the size of a Hippogriff!

George snorted and wrote something down passing it back to her. 

I know, but at least we don't have to do any work. 

Lyra shook her head and sighed loudly putting her head on the table in front of her. 

George wondered why this class mattered to her so much, it wasn't like she had cared in their previous classes. 

Shaking his head he focused back on the window where he watched as professor Grubbyplank introduced the third years to a new magical creature. 

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The group was all at the table discussing their first day's and how much work they had been assigned. 

Lyra sat in between Harry and George cracking jokes at Ron. 

After she finished eating she announced she was going to the library with Hermione to work on the her report and to study some DADA. (Defense Against the Dark Arts) 

George offered to walk with them. 

As soon as they reached the library Hermione had been lost behind one of the book shelves and just as Lyra was about to join her George gently gabbed her wrist.

"Listen I know we have only known each other a couple of days but when we went into DADA you seemed tense, is there anything you want to talk about are you okay?"

"Yeah George everything's fine I just really like the subject and want to be able to learn it this year. Thank you for your concern but i'm fine."

"Okay well, I'm leaving to go to prank Fred but just know I'm now one of your best friends and you can tell me when your not okay, okay?"

Lyra smiled and nodded turning and walking into the library. 

"Goodnight George" she called to his retreating figure. 

"Night Lyra" he called back.

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Lyra was reading one of her magical defense books when she felt bad for telling a bit of a fib to George. 

Well she didn't lie per say she just didn't tell the complete truth. 

Lyra did enjoy DADA but that wasn't the only reason she was so desperate to learn it....

Images of her father slamming her into a wall repeatedly as well as him hitting her constantly with his cane flashed in her mind. 

*Mention of abuse*

(Flashback) 

"You will pay for tarnishing our family's reputation girl" Lucius had whispered in a menacing tone. 

Lyra lay on the ground unable to move her ribs were crushed and her voice betrayed her. She could only wheeze and cough trying to find some way to stop the gash on her chest from bleeding. Lucius had been mad at her before but this was different he was enraged.

So enraged that he had called in her aunt, Bellatrix to come all the way from Azkaban just to deliver a punishment. 

Her aunt had pinned her down to the floor and used the eternal blade (a family heirloom) to cut the word Disgrace into her chest. 

Lyra wanted to scream, but she would not give the maniac above her the satisfaction. She simply cringed as the blade sliced her. 

Bellatrix's voice echoed throughout the cold empty mansion. 

Did you learn your lesson for being sorted into Gryffindor girl? 

Her 11 year old self simply turned her head away from the witch and gritted her teeth. 

(Flashback ended)

Lyra stared at the wall, and shivered. 

Once she had healed (sort of) from that they had done they shipped her off to France hopefully they had thought it would "fix her," yet here she was. 

"One day I will tell George, one day..."

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The end, I tried to make this chapter as long as possible to make up for not posting in the last few months 

See you all next time!