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Sneak Peek: Order of the Phoenix — Chapter Thirteen

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“The short dirty one has been putting spoons in his pockets.”

Lyra signed heavily, having gotten used to Kreacher appearing behind her suddenly and without warning, spewing nasty mean things about whatever was bothering him at the time. “Look, calling them short and dirty is not a real description of anyone, because you find everyone here to be dirty and there are plenty of—” She paused, what he said finally registering. She shut her book, turning to face him. “He’s stuffing spoons in his pockets?”

Kreacher nodded rapidly, happy to have caught her attention. “Stealing. Dirty, sticky fingers, taking Kreacher’s mistress’ cutlery. Leaving with them, pockets heavy. They don’t belong to him—he doesn’t belong here. He’s nothing but a thief—”

“Who?”

“The short dirty one, in the kitchen—”

“He’s here now?” Kreacher’s head bobbed. “Would you please take me to him?” Lyra was up and out of her chair, already suspecting she knew exactly who the house elf was talking about. He was happy to lead her, happiest she’d seen him yet, actually, just about running to the offender.

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Sneak Peek: Order of the Phoenix — Chapter Seven

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This seemed to please him greatly, his cheeks flushed. “So you’re saying it’s all thanks to me?”

“No!” she snapped. It always took her some time to remember how to play this game with him. “I’m saying that anyone who’d tolerate you is just as bad, and not worth my time. Now hands off you leach!”

He held his grip. “So is it my turn yet?”

“Not in a million years!”

“But I waited so patiently last year while you were making a fool of yourself across the school,” he pouted mockingly. “I’m not sure there's a surface left in Hogwarts the two of you didn’t snog against.”

“I do hope my son isn’t bothering you.” A hand landed on her shoulder, as well as Travers’, and then there was a man looming over them both.

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The Burning of a Withered Tree - Chapter 80 - DJRocks - Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling [Archive of Our Own]

“I disagree!” “How strange of you to do that.” Harry flinched at the harshness of her tone, feeling sweat start to bead at his skin as the two glared the other down. Lyra looked especially thunderous, in that dangerous sort of way that he unfortunately was familiar with.

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It is inevitable that with this many people stuck in one house together, tensons will be high, and fighting will occur.

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“There’s nothing left to say,” Ron said, angrily. “We’ve been trying with him for over a month. We’ve done nothing but grovel and apologize for weeks. Harry doesn’t want to fix things. He’s going to go hide behind his new friend now and pretend we don’t exist.” “At least she wrote me some real letters,” Harry said bitterly. “Instead of leaving me to sit in the dark for a month like the two of you did.” “Sounds like you didn’t need us at all,” Ron said with a poisonous glare. “You had Lyra to keep you plenty entertained. Why do you care what we did or didn’t say—all you care about is her now.”

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Things with the Golden Trio have come to a head, and Lyra tries to figure out how she’s going to fix it while falling apart herself.

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Sneak Peek: Order of the Phoenix — Chapter Ten

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His eyes kept looking around the drawing room until he spotted the stack of papers peeking out beneath the book that lay on one of the couches.

Sliding them out, he looked them over. “…are these…applications?”

Lyra groaned. “Uggh, give those to me, I was trying to dispose of them.” She reached out but he snatched them away. “Harry!”

“Applications for what?” He dodged another one of her attempts to retrieve them.

“Hardly matters, give them here.”

Harry was lucky that within the last month he’d grown a little taller, and could successfully hold the papers out of Lyra’s reach, even as she attempted to climb his outstretched arm to get at them. Struggling to stand while she nearly bowed him over, he squinted up at them. “…are you interviewing boyfriends?!”

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Sneak Peek: Order of the Phoenix — Chapter Seventeen

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Harry’s lip twitched a bit. “I’m sorry. I just keep wondering if there’s a reason they’re not involving me. If I somehow screwed up.”

“I think they’re trying to prevent you from being screwed up. This is all a lot to handle, look at how it’s weighing on you as is.”

“I can handle it,” he said firmly.

“And you shouldn’t have to. None of this should ever have fallen on you to begin with.”

“Yeah. Maybe so.”

He said nothing more about it, and Lyra decided while she was pushing her luck, she’d push a bit further. “While we’re on the subject, there was something else I wanted to talk to you about. About Ron and Hermione.”

“You only get to scold me once a day,” he told her evenly.

“I’d say this is a long time coming actually, considering it’s been over a month. I didn’t realize it at first, but it has been, hasn’t it?” She paused, allowing him the opportunity to deny or explain it. But he just kept looking out towards the Great Lake. “They didn’t keep you in the dark to hurt you, Harry.”

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Sneak Peek: Order of the Phoenix — Chapter Sixteen

Yall, where the heck has my head been at, I was supposed to get this to you guys days ago!!!

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The Great Hall was lively that night. Which of course was expected so close to the start of school, but the topic of conversation was…well, honestly, it was pretty easy to expect.

“I don’t recall them being this noisy about their doubts last night,” Lyra murmured into her dinner. It was a symphony of whispers about Cedric and his death, and what really happened that night. And after her earlier freak out she was not having any of it.

“‘Mione said he was fighting with Umbridge about it,” Kit said mutely, her fork scraping against her plate with an earsplitting squeal. “So now it’s all fresh and interesting I guess.”

Lyra’s eyes closed with a wince, hoping not to hear that it was Harry who started this fight as well. “And did she mention how that happened?”

“It got…brought up when the class started asking about learning defensive spells. Apparently, we will not be learning to use them.”

Lyra’s eyes darted to her in disbelief. “...are we not?”

“No,” Kit drawled. “It will, according to Hermione, be purely theoretical.”

Lyra put down her fork as calm as she could manage. “How exactly is learning spells theoretically going to prepare us for actually using them? I can theoretically learn all the spells in the book, but that doesn’t mean I’ll be able to cast them properly.”

“Perhaps that’s the point,” Kit said with a dark look. “At least now we will be prepared for when we have class with her ourselves.” 

“Well I am seeing where the fight started now,” Lyra said with a sigh, picking up her fork again.

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Sneak Peek: Order of the Phoenix — Chapter Eight

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“I want us to be able to trust one another,” Dumbledore said in that soft old man voice of his, the one that made one inclined to listen. “We are on the same side, and while you may disagree with how I am handling things, you should know that every decision I make is an informed one. I believe you are capable of understanding my reasoning.”

“If only I knew them. Then maybe I might.”

Lyra wasn’t like the other people here. She was raised on criticism of the Headmaster and his ways, and while she’d always been a polite and well behaved student who gave him his due respects, most of that came from her fear of authority more than any true trust in the man. Lyra would perhaps always have that voice in her head telling her not to trust him, perhaps until the day he gave her a reason to.

“When are you going to tell Harry what’s going on?”