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The Raven's Song	By : Quills Category: HP Canon Characters paired with Original Characters > Het - Male/Female Views: 6265 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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With a thrill of fear, Lyra withdrew her wand and called down the stairs. “Remus? Can you come up here?”

Amazed by the steadiness of her voice, she levitated the parchment into the air and left it hovering there until Remus came hurrying towards her with his wand sweeping through the air in front of him. “What is it, Lyra?” he asked urgently.

“This.” Her jaw was set grimly as she moved it across the bedroom until it fluttered to a halt in front of him. “Remus, I think we both know who left it here. Do you reckon it’s safe to open?”

He probed the parchment cautiously with the tip of the wand, but it merely drifted innocently to the floor in front of him. With a tight grimace, he jerked his head. “I think so, Lyra. I would far rather know what Malfoy has to say than ignore his missive. The risk that he would do you harm is minimal, from what you’ve said, and any charm with the...ah...”

“Intent of making me more amenable to him?” she supplied wryly.

“Indeed. Well, any charm of that manner would be easily identifiable, and they are not beyond my remit to reverse. You have nothing to fear on that front, Lyra. ” He slowly bent down to pick up the parchment. “May I?”

Suddenly nervous, she clutched her wand more tightly and perched on the edge of her bed as she slowly nodded and he unfurled the parchment.

Lucius’s clipped and polished voice echoed around the confines of her bedroom, drawing a panicked cry from the back of her throat as Remus stumbled backwards in surprise. “Well, my pet,” the magical voice drawled softly. “I confess myself no little angry that not only did you flee from me in the Ministry, but that you dared do so again by not waiting for me in your home. Perhaps in my haste to kiss you I did not make myself plain enough, but understand now, Lyra...I have no intention of backing off now that I have had such a spectacular reminder of why it was I wanted you, and the fury you have awoken in me will only be directed upon you when I finally make you mine. Dream of me until then, pet.”

Lyra drew her knees up to her chest and wrapped her legs around them as she fought to hold back a loud sob. Though the parchment was now silent, Lucius’s ominous words echoed relentlessly inside her head, so much so that she did not even realise Remus was speaking until he reached out to touch her arm.

“Lyra?” he said gently. “Lyra, he isn’t here. He can’t touch you now, and you’ll be safe in the Magical Law Enforcement offices. Just go straight back to Sirius when you’re finished tonight, and you’ll be fine. We’ll speak to Dumbledore and make sure he can’t get at you, don’t you worry.”

She opened her mouth to reply, but before she could force any words past her dry lips the parchment erupted into flames. Remus cursed loudly and doused it with his wand, but he was too late. All that was left was a few scraps of blackened, smoking parchment with no evidence of what it had contained.

Lyra watched silently as he conjured up a glass flask and transferred the scraps into it before pocketing it with a rueful sigh. “I’ll take these remnants back to Grimmauld Place, Lyra. Sirius will want to know and I’d like to take a close look to ensure there were no charms or jinxes woven into the words; Malfoy is a devious wizard, and I certainly would not be surprised were he to resort to further subterfuge in his efforts to make you his.”

Still not speaking, she rose from the bed and waved her wand through the air to send her clothes soaring from her wardrobe into an open trunk beneath the window before turning her wand onto the handful of personal possessions she did not want to leave behind.

Remus glanced up at her. “What are you doing, Lyra?”

“I’m not coming back here,” she said quietly. The realisation that Lucius had been in her bedroom felt as much of a violation as the kiss he had stolen from her had been. Lyra knew that even were it not for her need to be with Sirius, she would be unable to sleep easily in her room any longer. “I’d appreciate it if you could take this back to Grimmauld Place for me – Sirius will know what to do with it.”

Though his face tautened he did not make any argument. To her relief, he simply nodded as the trunk slammed closed and she levitated it over to the stairs. “Very well, Lyra. I’m sure that Sirius won’t object, after all. I’ll take it there once I know you’ve safely Flooed to the Ministry.”

“Thank you, Remus.” Her breathing was still shallow and unsteady as she picked up the sole set of robes remaining in the wardrobe and disappeared into the bathroom to change. Her thoughts raced with no coherence between memories of the two men who had kissed her the day before; and with Lucius’s words echoing inside her head, it was proving ever more difficult to forget the way his stolen kiss had made her feel against her will.

With a shiver than ran through the length of her exhausted body, she pointed a wand at her tousled hair to tame some of the knots that had sprung up in it overnight and then walked back to where Remus was silently waiting for her. “I’m done here,” she said, relieved to hear that her voice was steady once more.

“You’re sure? Nothing else you want to take tonight?”

She shrugged. “Guess not, Remus. Everything important is in my memory, after all. I don’t need anything more than a change of clothes and a bed for the night.”

Remus seemed to be fighting back a small smile, but he took over the levitation of the trunk and went ahead of her down the staircase, coming to a halt in front of the fire and stepping back to allow her through. “You first then, please. I want to be able to report to Sirius that you left safely.”

She took a handful of powder and cast one last regretful look around the cottage. It had been her home for no more than a few months, but it had been hers – and she had the strangest feeling that she would not be seeing it again.

Everything was changing, and she could do nothing to stop it.

With a small smile for Remus, Lyra stepped into the flames he had set crackling in the fireplace and allowed them to sweep her away to the Ministry, her heart racing in fearful anticipation.

When she stepped into the Atrium, though, there was no sign of Lucius; and she made it to the Department of Magical Law Enforcement unchallenged. Breathing more freely, she dropped into her seat beneath the far side window and set to work. Even as she began sorting through the towering pile of papers that had been left for her, though, she found her trail of thoughts beginning to wander.

Lyra was resigned to the fact that her mind would be consumed by one of the two men – and to her dizzying relief, it was Sirius who obsessed her during the interminably long day’s work. Memories of the way he had so effortlessly dominated her inflamed her body each time they raced through her jumbled mind; which, to her chagrin, was far more often that boded well for her work. She was uncharacteristically clumsy and forgetful, and when she dropped her quill for the seventh time, Amelia Bones took her aside.

“Miss Menadue, come with me,” she said sharply.

Lyra groaned under her breath, but she knew that there was no possible way to refuse. A knot tightened inside her chest as she mutely rose from her chair and followed Amelia into her office. The older woman peered over the top of her glasses as she gently but insistently directed her into the seat in front of the desk. “Miss Menadue, you are not yourself today. I heard through the grapevine that you seemed a little out of sorts in the Atrium last night as well.”

Lyra’s eyes widened. She should have realised that word of her unusual behaviour when fleeing from Lucius would have got back to the Head of Department; but put on the spot, she could think of no convenient excuse for the way she had acted. She stayed silent, and to her relief Amelia’s face softened.

“You are clearly tired, Lyra. Perhaps it would be best if you went home today to recuperate from whatever troubled you last night.”

“I can stay, honestly I can,” Lyra began, but then out of the corner of her eye she saw a distinctive flash of ash blond hair in the office outside. Her heart lost a beat and a tight lump constricted her throat as she instinctively went for her wand before realising that Amelia was staring at her in open astonishment.

“Really, Lyra, whatever is the matter with you?!” she said sharply. “You are most definitely not your ordinary calm and professional self today. I suggest you go home now, rest over the weekend and recompose yourself in time for Monday morning.”

“Madam Bones –“

“That is an order, Lyra!”

She dared not leave the chair, though; for as she glanced fearfully over her shoulder, it was to see Lucius making for the secluded corner where she had her desk. His intent in coming to the department was all too clear to see; and Lyra knew that despite her words of bravado to Sirius and Remus, she was not yet ready to face him again.

“Then please, Madam, may I just Floo home from here?” she begged, caring nothing for the suspicion her plea could arouse.

Amelia’s eyes narrowed. “Don’t you need anything from your desk?”

“Nothing that can’t wait until Monday – you’re right, I don’t feel well at all. I’d really just like to go home and sleep it off, if I may. Please, I won’t be a moment – just let me use the fire!”

“I...oh, very well. But I want you here at nine o’clock Monday morning ready to work, Lyra. This is a busy time for the Wizengamot, and I need to know that all of my staff are at their absolute best.”

Lyra did not notice the weary edge to her superior’s voice, for she had already broken towards the fireplace the moment that Amelia had spoken her permission. Without as much as a backward glance, she Flooed from the office to the Atrium and then raced outside to the secluded Apparition point tucked away behind the disguised entrance to the Ministry.

Pausing only to catch her breath, she Apparated to Grimmauld Place and dashed up the steps the moment they came into the view before doubling over and lifting the knocker. To her dizzying relief, Sirius opened the door and pulled her into his arms. “Quiet, sweetheart,” he muttered roughly as he closed the door behind her and backed her up against the wall. “Dung and Tonks are in the kitchen, but before anything else I want the kiss that I’ve been craving all day.”

Lyra arched into him and fisted her hands through his hair as his breath quickened. “Do it,” she urged him, her fingers spreading against the nape of his neck to draw his mouth towards hers. “Sirius, I’ve been going crazy all day waiting for this – waiting for you. Don’t make me wait even a moment longer, not after the day I’ve had.”

“Lyra, how can I possibly deny such a sweet demand?” His grey eyes darkened and filled with hunger as he moved his mouth down to graze against hers before kissing her with an impossible tenderness she had not expected. To her fearful awe, each gentle touch and caress of his lips upon hers stirred her lust for him just as vividly as the reckless and unrestrained passion they had shared in his bed.

The fear she had felt upon seeing Lucius slipped further away with each passing moment. In Sirius’s arms, nothing could touch her. With a low moan, she moved her hands down to rest on his shoulders as he broke the kiss and shook his hair back out of his reddened face.

“Hey,” he said softly, cupping her face in his hand and tilting it up towards his. “I’ve just realised, you’re back early...Lyra, what’s wrong?”

She leaned against him as his arm slipped around her waist, caring nothing any longer that they could be interrupted at any moment. Somehow, Sirius soothed her agitation as surely as he inflamed her deep, consuming hunger for his touch. “He came for me at work, Sirius.”

Sirius tensed. His fingers dug painfully into her waist, but she only moved closer to him as he breathed in sharply before lowering his head again. “Malfoy?”

Lyra slowly nodded. “He didn’t see me though. He came to the department, but I was in Madam Bones’s office. I Flooed home straight from there – but he was waiting at my desk, Sirius. He’s not going to give up, is he?”

His face contorted, but he could not speak the words of reassurance she needed to hear. Though grateful that he wouldn’t lie to her, his silence sent her stomach churning painfully as the door behind them clicked open.

With a surprised curse, Sirius leapt away from her and assumed a position of nonchalance as Lyra gasped and looked up into the face of Albus Dumbledore.
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