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L U M O S S O L E M

( LOO - mos SO - lem )

" produces sunlight "

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GINNY LINKED HER arm with Lyra as the pair trailed behind everyone else. The Weasley had taken Lyra in when her father left for a six month long work transfer to Wales.

"So you're telling me that this Cedric guy was your first kiss." Ginny asked in a hushed whisper as the reached a clearing.

"Yes!" Lyra chuckled, "Honestly it was nothing and we're just really good friends."

"Yeah, friends with benefits." Ginny cackled, Lyra didn't have chance to reply.

Mr Weasley was calling the girls to hurry. Ginny let out a choked sound when Cedric came into view. The two redheads shared a knowing look, smirking at each other.

Lyra launched herself at her fellow Hufflepuff, making him stumble back when she engulfed him into a warm embrace. George and Fred began to wolf whistle at the two, who eventually let go of each other.

"Morning, Mr Diggory!" Lyra chirped, scuffling towards Ginny.

"Morning, Dear." Amos smiles, tilting his khaki rain hat at the girl. "Right, we haven't got long, everyone grab the boot!"

Hermione and Lyra looked sceptically at each other. Their gaze turned to the dirty boot in the middle of the field, it looked chewed and smelly. Which it was.

Nevertheless, everyone gripped onto the boot. Lyra held the cleanest section she could find - which was still caked in dirt.

Lyra felt herself lift off the ground, her eyes solely focused on Ginny, who was also shrieking like a madwoman. Lyra clamped her eyes shut, feeling the wind whip her flowing hair.

"Let go!" Amos shouted, his voice muffled by the wind.

"Are you crazy!" Lyra screeched, "We'll die!"

Fred, who was right beside Lyra, gripped onto her waist. He peeled the girls fingers off the boot - despite her protests. The two span through the air, Lyra didn't let up on her ear splitting cry.

The two, along with most of the Weasleys, slammed into the grass. Lyra watched Cedric, his father and Arthur Weasley float to the ground like a pair of angelic beings. Cedric stretched a hand to Lyra and pulled her off the ground, laughing at the girl.

"Piss off, Pretty boy." Lyra moaned, dramatically pouting like a child.

Cedric ran towards Lyra, scooping her off the floor with a yelp. The older Hufflepuff ran ahead, bounding up the small hill. Lyra looked in awe.

A sea of witches and wizards could be seen, different groups wore specific colours, showing their support for a quidditch team. The grass was dotted with small beige tents, the outsides looked big enough to fit two people - not a whole throng of Weasleys.

The large group weaves through the herd of people, Cedric finally letting Lyra back on the ground when he and his father left for their tent.

Arthur Weasley led the children towards a rather small looked tent, "Home sweet home." He smiled.

Harry and Lyra were the last two to enter the small tent. She gasped in surprise when she was how beautiful the inside was - never judge a book by its cover, she reminded herself.

Ginny pulled her towards the left side of the tent, Hermione was giggling like a child, something she rarely did.

"Girls, choose a bunk and unpack." Arthur smiled, walking toward the kitchen area.

Lyra followed after throwing her briefcase onto the bottom bunk of the three tier bed. The tent was positively Gryffindor with yellow and black drapes added specially for Lyra.

"Ron, get out of the kitchen, we're all hungry!" Ron's father ordered.

"Yeah!" The twin started simultaneously, "Get out of the kitchen, Ron!"

"Feet of the table!" Arthur reprimanded.

"Feet of the table." The chorus together, replacing their feet back on the table when Arthur turned his back.

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Lyra fixed the top of her black turtle neck before checking it was tightly tucked into her mustard skirt. Ginny had praised the girl earlier for her new found style, Fred and George pretended to faint when she adored a blazer which matched her skirt.

The group had climbed stairs upon stairs, Ron moaned most of the way up. "Blimey dad, how high are we?" Ron panted.

"Exercise my dear Ronikins." Lyra joked, waving her white and green scarf in the air. Lyra smacked her hand into the metal railing, send her scarf to fall stories below.

"Put it this way, if it rains you'll be the first to know." A voice drawled.

Everyone turned to seen Draco and Lucius Malfoy. The latter adored sophisticated black dress robes, clutched the head of his serpent cane. Lyra couldn't help but groan when she saw the man.

Beside him was his son, Draco. Lyra couldn't deny that the boy was handsome, she thought he was possibly the best looking boy at Hogwarts. He too wore a black turtle neck and blazer - although his was black and not mustard. Lyra studied him. He no longer gelled back his hair, instead his platinum locks were messy. The boy had filled out over the summer break, no longer a scrawny pale boy. Now he was a lean and, somewhat muscular, pale boy. Lyra noticed a familiar scarf clutched in his hand.

"We don't need to listen to this." Fred groaned, most of the Weasleys followed him. Harry and Lyra stood still, looking down at the two Malfoys.

Lyra lent over the railing, "Can I have my scarf back, Malfoy?" She asked kindly.

"Talking to me, mudblood?" He sneered.

"No I was talking to your father." Lyra snapped sarcastically, "Yes you, you prat. Give me my scarf please."

Draco dwelled on the thought, "No." He folded the scarf and gripped it in his hand.

Harry tugged in Lyra's sleeve, gesturing for her to leave them alone. "I hope you get whacked by a bludger, Malfoy. Maybe then you'll be good looking."

Draco had a retort on the top of his tongue, his father stopped the words from leaving his mouth. The elder Malfoy caught Lyra's pale hand with his cane, the two snake fangs slicing her skin. Lyra hissed at the contact.

"Do enjoy yourself, mudblood." Lucius sneered, the word made her whimper, "While you can."

"Stupid pure blooded bastard." Lyra spat, immediately clapping a hand over her mouth once the words left her body.

Lyra and Harry scurried away after her comment, the former had tears in her eyes. She scalded herself for loosing her temper and being so crass.

The two wandered to the top of the stand, reuniting with the Weasleys yo watched the quidditch game.

The tent was alive with laughter after the match. Lyra laughed gleefully as Fred and George sang about the Irish team, their faces white and green.

"There's no one like Krum." Ron announced amidst the intelligible song the twins sang.

"Dumb Krum?" Fred called, the pair circling their brother.

Ron carried on voicing his admiration for Victor Krum whilst the twin pretended to fly like birds. George wrapped Ron in an irish flag.

"I think you're in love, Ron." Lyra cooed, earning a growled 'shut up' from Ron.

"Victor, I love you." George began.

"Victor I do!" Fred followed.

"When we're apart my heart beats only for you!" Harry and Lyra joined in on the chorus.

The screams from outside were muffled by the songs of the children, Fred wandered over the the doorway of the tent, "Sounds like the Irish have got their pride on."

Arthur Weasley scrambled inside. "We've got to get out of here. Now!" He tugged on the children and waited for them to follow, "We can come back for our things, just get to the portkey!"

Everybody scrambled outside to see fires erupting from the tents. Flurries of frightened people sprinted past the group, Lyra could see a group in the distance wearing pointed hats.

She tried to follow the Weasleys, who assumed she was behind them. However she had been knocked to the floor, her senses disorientated and her vision blurred.

A loud crack was muffled by the screams of people. A frightened visitor hadn't bothered to jump over Lyra, instead they stamped down on her leg. Lyra let out a scream and writhed on the floor. Her vision soon transformed into a haze of colour before descending into darkness.

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Lyra's eyes fluttered open, the world was blurred and her ears rang loudly. Her glasses were long gone, crumpled near their burnt tent. A searing pain emanated from her shin, the pain sent her dizzy.

Lyra attempted to grasp her bearings, wracking her brain for any spell that would announce her presence - even though it was technically illegal.

"Lumos solem." Lyra whimpered, raising her hawthorn wand to the sky.

A blinding jet out light flew from the top of her wand, resonating in the sky. She could hear faint shouts and footfalls coming closer.

"Lyra!" A voice shouted, Harry dropped beside her.

"My leg! My leg!" She cried, gripping Harry's hand.

Arthur Weasley knelt beside Lyra's bruised leg, luckily, it was a clean break and the bone was still inside her skin. Lyra cried out as Arthur set the bone back in place with a simple spell.

"Contact St. Mungo's and tell them we've got a child on her way." Arthur directed as Harry and Ron aided Lyra in walking.