What would happen if there was a slight change in the family tapestry of The Most Ancient and Noble House of Black?
Specifically, four years before the birth of a certain Sirius Orion Black III, a little baby girl was welcomed into the world.
She wa...
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-----------------------> THAT NIGHT, LYRA FOUND IT HARD TO SLEEP. The words of Voldemort's letter haunted her in his eerily soft, smooth voice and when she finally did enter the realm of Morpheus, she was haunted by a pair of glowing, unnaturally red eyes beckoning her to come deeper into the darkness, causing her to wake up, drenched in sweat.
She got out of her bed and washed her face before sleeping again. Her dream was better this time around. It spoke of a future, a little child with nearly white hair and stormy grey eyes sitting on a dragon that flew against the night sky that had been lit up by the moon and stars.
She found everything beautiful about that boy who could have been no older than four. He was mesmerising and she felt a desire to shower him with kisses and envelope him in a tight hug and protect him from everything cruel in the world. Her dream was perfect, and she never wanted the dream to end.
Unfortunately, her eyebrows furrowed as she felt a nudge. She kicked whatever it was away in her sleep, it must have been Phobos trying to cuddle her again. A moment later she realised that Phobos was in the Planetarium and her hand immediately went to where her wand was under her pillow and pointed it to the direction from where she felt the nudging with pin-point accuracy and non verbally cast a Lumos.
In the dim light shone by the tip of her wand, she could make out that her wand was pointed on her father's nose as his eyes were cautiously looking at it before they moved over to her. She retreated her wand.
"Nice reflexes," Orion complimented. "Have you ever considered trying out for the Slytherin seeker position?"
"I find Quidditch boring," Lyra said bluntly, too sleepy to choose her words and too eager to return to that wonderful dream.
"Me too," Orion said before pausing. "Don't let your grandmother Irma here you say that, though. Or the boys."
"Of course father," Lyra said, sitting up on her bed and leaning against the headrest. Flicking her wand with a nonverbal tempus, four digits appeared in golden making her want to groan but that was unladylike, so she settled for glaring at her father. "Father, it's two thirty-seven in the morning. I hope you have a good reason for waking me up, for your sake at least."
Orion grinned, completely ignoring the true threats in his daughter's words. "Come on. Everybody is up and ready to go, you're actually the last one." He told her, getting off the bed and heading towards the door.
Lyra tilted her head. "I'm sorry, go where exactly?"
Orion looked rather offended at her question. "Our annual summer trip, of course."
"This is the first time you're mentioning it to me."
"That's because the idea dawned on me about thirty minutes ago," Orion smiled. "I woke Sirius and Regulus up, healed the wound I received when I woke Walburga up and am thankful that you didn't hex me when I woke you up. So anyway," he clapped his hands like a little child. "Come on, let's go, we have no time to waste. I threw the dart on the world map and the location has been decided."
