Abandoned

Chapter 21: Built Up Armor

A/N: I AM SO SORRY EVERYONE FOR IT TAKING SO LONG FOR ME TO UPDATE. FINALS WERE CRAZY. HOW ARE YOU GUYS LIKING THE STORY? LYRIA IS GENDERFLUID SO SOMETIMES GOES BY SHE AND SOMETIMES THEY. YES I KNOW IT'S CONFUSING BUT BEAR WITH ME. I WOULD LOVE SOME SUGGESTIONS FROM YOU ALL ABOUT WHAT YOU WOULD LIKE TO SEE OR ANY FEEDBACK YOU HAVE. MY EMAIL IS HAVENTAYLOR331@GMAIL.COM, PLEASE FEEL FREE TO MESSAGE ME. :)

I See Red by Everybody Loves an Outlaw

General POV:

The days after Lyria woke up were odd. When those beautiful eyes opened, Tom expected to find more tears but was instead met with steel. There was no weakness or emotion on her face. She simply sat up and looked back at the handsome man with unsettling eyes who was sitting beside her bed. Everyone else would visit her but only Tom stayed. He felt a twinge of familiarity in the stone look on her face. Her emotions... were gone. He knew that look, it lived on his face for a very long time.

Lyria stayed in bed mostly, hardly ever leaving. She had an attached bathroom and the elves brought her food. Spells had been cast upon her while she was still asleep that protected her from harm. Lyria couldn't hurt herself, not that she wanted to. All that self-loathing had disappeared the moment she shut off her own emotions. After an entire week of reading silently in her room and avoiding everyone else in the house, she grew bored. Tom had already given her an open invitation to any Death Eater meeting she wished to attend and there was one starting in just a few minutes.

The chatter was loud in the dining hall. Men and women in fine clothing babbled away to each other, enjoying the last 10 minutes of carelessness before the casual atmosphere turned serious. (I almost added the pun but didn't want to be cliche lmao). Tom, to everyone's surprise, didn't silence them when he walked in but allowed them to carry on. They were a bit uneasy about it but didn't stop their conversations, they just grew quieter. The doors swung open and revealed someone who was truly beautiful. The unruly black curls were straightened into smooth locks that hung down her back. Her attire was a fitted black shirt with a slight turtleneck and sleeves that reached just above her hand. The leather pants hugged her curves but like the shirt, covered every inch of her skin. The audience turned to the girl and shrunk back in fear, quickly diverting their eyes. They all remembered what happened to Dolohov. Greyback, however, didn't attend the last meeting that Lyria made an appearance at. He quickly turned around and sniffed the air. He knew the scent of a fellow wolf. People quickly went for their seats, not wanting to be mistaken as involved in the altercation that was bound to happen. Greyback's grin turned wicked and the beast in him was rumbling with anticipation. The beast saw a beautiful wolf, the beast saw a mate. He wanted her. Her face was indifferent. Lyria also smelled the presence of another wolf but chose not to seek him out. Her face was bored as she looked around the room. Her eyes met Tom's and stayed there. It was an intense stare, no emotion, just intensity. The only feeling she had felt since waking was anger. Pure and unadulterated fury. It hadn't left her, it remained in her mind, she felt it in her chest but she ignored it mostly. Not caring enough to act on it. Her beast only reveled in the added rage in her emotions. It hated it when she was soft and hoped that the human would let her take control more often. Greyback was at her side now and his hand slid down her back. His teeth just inches from the soft skin of her neck. The indifference persisted until his hand reached the curve of her ass.

He was writhing and screaming on the floor in seconds. The magic behind the spell was so strong that the crucio must have been excruciating. He was sprawled out on the floor. Screaming, begging, for it to stop. The silence apart from him was deafening. They all thought it was Voldemort casting the spell but when an animalistic growl tore itself from the girl's throat, all attention snapped to her. She was glaring down at the pitiful man, her eyes terrifying.. Her gaze grew darker and darker as the spell continued on. After moments that felt far longer than they actually were, the cries stopped. Tom was beyond impressed but also curious. She was so terrified when she had seen him use that spell last, now she was using it herself and rather relentlessly at that. Greyback was still twitching on the ground. Lyria crouched down and leaned her mouth right next to his ear.
"That was for my father. You do remember Remus, don't you?" She said ever so quietly. Nobody heard her. Except for Tom of course. She stood up and ignored the pointed stares that were thrown at her. Voldemort spoke then, telling everyone to welcome Lyria. All stood and gently bowed, speaking quiet and quick words of welcome. Peter Pettigrew, seeming to forget his place, scoffed and slouched into his seat, refusing to stand. He mumbled not so quietly, protesting to bow down to a woman. His final words could be heard clearly as everyone had settled back down.
"Over my dead body," he said.
"Okay, then." she said calmly. Her eyes flashed scarlet as his body hit the floor. The color quickly disappeared from his face. Lyria turned to look back at Greyback who was starting to stand back up. With one last flash of crimson, his body too, collapsed. Everyone was beyond stunned but none more than Voldemort. His eyes were the only that he'd known to do that. His own turned after he made that first horcrux. His soul reacting to the dark magic. So why were hers this way? He had so many questions and so few answers.

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