Lyra Lestrange

1970. Daughter of Bellatrix and Rodolphus Lestrange. Slytherin. Side blog to @sleeplesspensieve

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decided to move my shit to a dedicated blog cause being a side blog is a pain, this will remain as a archive so hit me up on @lyraxlestrange 

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decided to move my shit to a dedicated blog cause being a side blog is a pain, this will remain as a archive so hit me up on @lyraxlestrange 

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decided to move my shit to a dedicated blog cause being a side blog is a pain, this will remain as a archive so hit me up on @lyraxlestrange 

[lyraxlestrange-archive]

decided to move my shit to a dedicated blog cause being a side blog is a pain, this will remain as a archive so hit me up on @lyraxlestrange 

[lyraxlestrange-archive]

decided to move my shit to a dedicated blog cause being a side blog is a pain, this will remain as a archive so hit me up on @lyraxlestrange 

[lyraxlestrange-archive]

decided to move my shit to a dedicated blog cause being a side blog is a pain, this will remain as a archive so hit me up on @lyraxlestrange 

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decided to move my shit to a dedicated blog cause being a side blog is a pain, this will remain as a archive so hit me up on @lyraxlestrange 

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“Happy New Year, Mother,” Lyra said she gave a half-asked attempt at a hug to Bellatrix.

“Happy New Year, girl.” Bellatrix allowed Lyra to do so and gave her back a firm pat. “Here’s to another year of victories.”

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Lyra nodded firmly, though her lips were tight. She was hoping that there would be victories but not on the Death Eater’s side but she couldn’t reveal that. Instead she raised her glass and held it up towards her mother, “Cheers.”

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anyway im gonna make a dedicated lyra blog cause being a sideblog is a bitch 

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Lyra’s face remained firm and serious. “It’s May, 1998,” she said, "So it’s been what, two years since the Department of Mysteries Battle. We won the war but there were a lot of casualties. It’s a long story really but Harry is fine. He’s been living in Grimmauld Place since the Final Battle. I’ve seen him at all the funerals. Except my mother’s of course.”

She sucked in her lip and breathed out shakily, closing her eyes for some comfort. Why must she be burdened in telling him who died? She felt as though she might cry as she recalled all the names and faces she had memorised as those she had failed.

“Remus died,” she said, deciding that was the most important to mention. “He had married Tonks, she died as well but they had a son.” She could feel the tears beginning to form. “They named him Teddy after Uncle Ted and he was murdered too.”

She swallowed, looking away from Sirius, not wanting to continue down the list of casualties. At least she had mentioned the most important first.

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To Sirius, no time passed. It was like he fell through the veil and cane right out the other side, like with any other curtain. He was ready to jump back into the fight, but no one was there- the room was empty. As he tried to stand, he realized he couldn’t; that for some reason he was too weak to do so. His body was cold, colder than a healthy temperature, and as he looked himself over, it become apparent that he’d somehow lost weight and looked near starving. What the hell happened?

Before it could occur to him to hide, there were people rushing into the room, looking just as shocked as he felt. Someone muttered something about the hospital and ran back out of the room, while the other’s came and lifted Sirius up. He tried to ask questions, but his throat was patched, like he hadn’t drank in a long time. If he had wanted to put up a fight, he wouldn’t be able to; his body was too weak. So he let himself be taken, surprisingly to Saint Mungos and not to Azkaban.

They’d given him some water, but now that he could get questions out, no one would answer. Sirius was afraid and confused, to the point where he couldn’t think rationally. Why was he here? Why wasn’t he being killed? What happened to everyone at the Ministry? He was ready to start panicking when finally, a familiar face walked in.

Lyra looked older than when he last saw her, but she still had that same worried look on her face- the look she always gave him when he got drunk or angry or both. It was a bit comforting, but Sirius was still anxious. Everything just felt wrong.

“Lyra, what happened? Why didn’t they take me to Azkaban? Where did everyone go? Where’s Harry?”

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It had been weeks since the Final Battle at Hogwarts had drawn the Second Wizarding War to a close. And in those weeks there had been countless funerals and Lyra had attended almost every single one; her mother’s, Tonks’, Remus’ and Severus’. She honestly didn’t know how she was still standing when they were all dead. Her body had been screaming out to join them but she couldn’t leave Corvus an orphan. That was much too selfish, though it wasn’t like she had been spending any time with him at all.

Grief and depression felt as though it ruled Lyra’s life and the only way she felt like she was coping with it in a productive way was her throwing herself headfirst into her work. It was almost as though she lived there, spending her time awake tending to patients and her times asleep in her office instead of back at the Manor. She couldn’t stand to be in that house after all that had transpired there.

It seemed as though this day was like any other day, that was until a man she recognised to be a worker at the Department of Mysteries knocked on her door and insisted she follow him with no explanation. Typical behaviour for these Unspeakable types. Begrudgingly, she followed and she felt her heart stop as she saw her cousin, Sirius.

Her eyes softened, a worried look over took her expression as she approached. Questions were thrown at her by him, ones that she assumed that no one had had the courtesy of answering but it didn’t surprise her. This situation needed to be treated delicately.

Confusion was apparent as she struggled to find words to answer him. She pulled up a chair and sat in front of him and frowned, her brow furrowed. “Sirius, this is not going to be easy to hear and it’s going to shock you a bit,” she said, reaching out and holding his hand. “You died at the Department of Mysteries, you slipped beyond the veil. My mother killed you.”

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CARING SENTENCE STARTERS 

for muses that need a little love. 

❝  i’m here for you.  ❞

❝  let me help with that.  ❞

❝  i’m here.  ❞

❝  nothing’s gonna hurt you.  ❞

❝  if they do it again, you tell me.  ❞

❝  i’ll protect you. ❞

❝  i’ll make sure nothing bad happens to you.  ❞

❝  let me take a look…  ❞

❝  i’m a phone call away.  ❞

❝  you should have called me.  ❞

❝  here, sleep.  ❞

❝  if you wanna talk, i’m here.  ❞

❝  hey, shh, it’s okay.  ❞

❝  i’ll never let you go.  ❞

❝  you’re with me now.  ❞

❝  nothing’s gonna take you from my side.  ❞

❝  i’ll do what i have to.  ❞

❝  i need you to stay here, okay? i got this.  ❞

❝  it’s safe here.  ❞

❝  i’m fine, let me see your face.  ❞

❝  we’re gonna have to keep ice on that.  ❞

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* soft family things

‘ i love you so, so much. ’

‘ stop putting your head down in my house. you know my rule. it’s all love and all pride in this house. ’

‘ lost things have a way of turning up. ’

‘ watch your mouth. ’

‘ not so fast. you still have some vegetables left. ’

‘ very funny. ’

‘ i think you’re due for a haircut. ’

‘ come on. bedtime. ’

‘ and when were you going to tell me? ’

‘ i’m glad you came into my life. ’

‘ you were talking in your sleep. ’

‘ come here. i’ll fix it. ’

‘ this show sucks. ’

‘ mom/dad, can we go home now? ’

‘ you forgot something. ’

‘ can we stay like this for a little while? it’s nice. ’

‘ hot chocolate helps. and good company. ’

‘ you’ll feel better once you take your medicine and have a nap. ’

‘ close your eyes. it’s a surprise. ’

‘ it’s good to have you home. ’

‘ i’m not angry with you, just disappointed. ’

‘ your shoe’s untied. ’

‘ i missed this. ’

‘ hey, hey. sit down. deep breaths. ’

‘ will you tuck me in? ’

‘ go to your room and stay there until you’ve calmed down. ’

‘ i heard crying. i got worried. ’

‘ don’t use that tone with me. ’

‘ well, i love you more. ’

‘ just focus on my voice. that’s it. you’re okay. we’re okay. ’

‘ this movie is too scary. turn it off. ’

‘ how long have you been sick? ’

‘ don’t play with your food. ’

‘ i’ll stay right here until you fall asleep. ’

‘ don’t even think about going outside without your coat. ’

‘ i’m not asking you, i’m telling you. ’

‘ you can pick the story tonight. ’

‘ everyone needs somebody. we got each other. ’

‘ you call that a hug? ’

‘ i was the same way when i was your age. ’

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