I woke up to the hustle and bustle of St. Mungo's. Except not around me. Around other patients in the— I struggled to see the sign— the Janus Thickey Ward. The ward for those with permanent injuries. How long had I been out? I sat up and a nurse rushed over to me. "She's awake!"

 "That's a first."

 "How long have I been out?" I asked cautiously.

 "Four years, you may have some permanent mental damage, such as amnesia. You cracked your head pretty hard."

 "When can I leave?" I asked, trying to disguise the shock in my voice. I had missed Harry's first year at Hogwarts.

 "When we have assured that you are fine, other than the unfixable parts of you, and someone comes to pick you up. That should be within the day, as it is dawn now." Later that day, once I had been deemed fit to leave, someone came for me. The nurse told me that we were going downstairs to see my aunt. I didn't know I had one, but that could be the "amnesia." I stood up and got changed into the robes I had been given. I walked downstairs with Nurse Sera, and she directed me to a heavy-lidded woman with unruly black hair. She turned around, a smile plastered onto her face.

 "Hello sweetie." I blinked. What was she doing here? I turned to the nurse and said, "I remember Auntie Bella. She's a real nasty piece of work. I really don't want to go with her."

 "Honey, I'm sorry. It's the matter of the law. You have to go with her." I could have screamed when the nurse said that, and I almost did.

 "Come on sweetie, let's go home now," said my 'aunt.' I shook my head, but she grabbed my arm, her claw-like nails digging into my arm. She dragged me out of the room. The nurse called after her, "Wait, Miss, you have to sign the form of release..." But the rest was drowned out by the wind of Apparating.

 "I have the girl!" Bellatrix Lestrange cried in a sing-song voice. I glared daggers at her then turned to look at the sneering face of Lucius Malfoy and the snooty face of Narcissa Malfoy. I finally looked over to Draco, who looked very uncomfortable. I looked around the room, of whiich I still had distant memories of. The large pillars, the overall gray colour, it was all making me very nostalgic and depressed. I turned in a circle, looking at everyone, and I said, "Why am I here?"

 "You remembered," Narcissa said bluntly. "In your dreams." I glanced at her through my peripheral vision.

 "That's great, real great. I remembered the day my family died." Narcissa looked at me sympathetically, but Bellatrix cackled, "But that's not all, is it."

 "And who's 'Lyra?'" I continued. Bellatrix raised her eyebrows at Narcissa.

 "Cissy, twenty Galleons please."

 "Really? You bet on me?" Bellatrix didn't reply, all she did was shoo me off to my old room.

 "Get along now, you must be tired."

 "I was asleep for four years. Of course I'm tired. NOT." But after that statement, I headed for my room, shooting more glares in everyone's direction before I left. I opened my door and looked back at the elegant silver and green hallway. Not a hair on the rug was out of place, and the crystal chandelier was well dusted. Suddenly, I saw a red head poke out of the doorway on my left side. The girl attached to it looked slightly familiar, but I just couldn't quite place where I'd seen it before. She looked over at me.

 "Hi! I'm Lyra. What's your name?"

 "Uh, I'm Scarlet." I stepped back into my room and was about to close the door when Lyra cried, "Come look what I can do!" I walked into Lyra's room. It was, surprisingly, gold with swirls of red.

 "Mummy says it matches my hair. She wants me to be in Gwyffindor 'cause the Deathies need a Gwyffindor."

 "Who's your 'mummy?'"

 "Bella."

 "Bellatrix Lestrange?"

 She shrugged.

 "Who's your dad?"

 "Mummy says I don't have one, but I'm going to rule the world with my adoptive daddy someday." I shivered and asked nervously, "And who's your adoptive daddy?"

 "The Dark Lord," Lyra answered proudly.

 "Voldemort?" I asked, my blood running cold.

 "Mummy says not to say that word. It's bad." I nodded my head to show I understood.

 "What were you going to show me?" I asked. Lyra squinted at me, then her face brightened."Oh yeah!" Lyra outstretched her hand and concentrated very hard. A tiny spark appeared, then it grew larger and larger. One of the bed hangings caught on fire and it slowly spread, but no one noticed. I felt a sick sense in the pit of my stomach. This wasn't ordinary underage magic, this was an unusual power.

 "When was your birthday?"

 "December 29."

 "How old are you?"

 "Five." The dread grew when I realized that her growth had been accelerated, because she definitely was not here last time. This girl had my exact DNA, all merged together, that's why she looked familiar. It was from the baby photos. She wasn't human. I didn't know how she was created, but it used my blood. Suddenly, a little gray cloud drifted down my nose. I looked around, realizing the room was on fire, and my wand was in my bedroom. The fire was just about everywhere, blocking the doorway and clogging the room.

 "Lyra!" I called. "We have to get out of here!"

 "How?" When she asked that, my heart sank. We were going to die. There was no way out, and in a selfish moment of panic, I transformed and Apparated out, forgetting Lyra. I grabbed my wand from my room and fire-proofed the door. Only then did I realize Lyra was still trapped in the room. I opened the door and yelled,

 "Aguamenti!" As the flames died down, I looked around for Lyra. She was sitting on her bed, grinning. She looked completely unscathed, except for one tiny exception: on her back were two huge phoenix wings. She stood up, slightly unbalanced from the weight of her new wings, and stretched them out, hitting her dresser in the process. I couldn't do anything but gape. How did she have wings? None one second and two the next. Just from surviving a fire! But the biggest issue was telling Bellatrix. I turned around to plan with Lyra, but she was gone, half-flying down the hallway like there was no tomorrow, screaming, "Mummy! Mummy! Look what I got!" I sighed. I definitely was not that tactless when I was her age.I walked slowly down the stairs, just waiting to be yelled at for "maiming" Bellatrix's precious child. As I walked, I wondered what House Harry was in, and for that matter, Draco. He was probably in Slytherin, I thought sadly. I hoped Harry was in Gryffindor. That's where the whole family was, after all.