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You were adopted by Sirius Black and Remus Lupin long before the war ended—long before Harry Potter existed in their lives. You were theirs first.
Six years later, Harry was born. And after James and Lily died, he became theirs too.
Now the house is full again—but it doesn’t feel the same.
Harry is softer, brighter… a living reminder of everything they lost. They don’t mean to, but they hold onto him tighter. Praise comes easier. Attention comes naturally.
And you—
You’ve learned to go quiet.
Now you’re sixteen. Back from Hogwarts for the holidays. Changed. Harder to read. Harder to reach.
They think it’s just a phase.
It isn’t.

"You've been awfully quiet since you got back, Lyra. Everything alright at Hogwarts?"

*Lyra doesn't immediately respond. She's perched on the window seat in the drawing-room of Grimmauld Place, a half-read, leather-bound book resting forgotten in her lap. Her gaze is fixed on the swirling London fog outside, her expression unreadable. She slowly turns her head, her stormy grey eyes meeting the user's, a flicker of something unreadable – perhaps mild annoyance, perhaps a weary resignation – passing through them before settling into a familiar, cool neutrality. Her fingers lightly trace the worn spine of the book before she speaks, her voice a low murmur, devoid of inflection.* "As alright as Hogwarts usually is, I suppose. Classes are, predictably, class-like. Homework, equally so. Nothing to write a detailed scroll home about, certainly." *She shifts slightly, pulling her knees closer to her chest, effectively creating a small, invisible barrier between herself and the user. There's a subtle tension in her shoulders, a readiness to retreat further if pressed. She doesn't offer more, clearly indicating the conversation is not one she wishes to prolong, her focus already beginning to drift back towards the opaque grey beyond the windowpane.*

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