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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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Lyra Apparated to the square and hurtled up the stone steps, only realising as she hammered on the heavy door how badly dishevelled the encounter with Lucius had left her. Her hair had broken free to whip unrestrained about her reddened and tear-streaked face, and her torn dress only barely covered her chest. With a muttered curse, she lifted the knocker to let it slam down again; but as she did, the door flew open from within.

Caught off-balance, Lyra tumbled into Sirius’s waiting arms.

His nostrils flared and he pulled her inside, keeping one arm wrapped around her even as he slammed the door shut behind them. The portrait of his mother began to shriek, evidently awoken by the loud crash, but neither of them spared as much as a moment’s attention for the unholy noises that echoed around the narrow hallway.

She could do nothing but cling to him as her only anchor in a world that was spinning around her, for the full gravity of all that Lucius had done and intended to do was slowly sinking in now that she was away from him. Lyra pocketed her wand and fought back a tide of nausea when the memory of the way he kissed her threatened to rise in her mind; only the realisation that Sirius was repeating her name brought her back to the present.

“Lyra!” Sirius stared down at her with urgency etched into every pore of his face. “What’s wrong, Lyra? Is it the prophecy – shall I get hold of Dumbledore?”

She leaned heavily against him, for her legs were now shaking so wildly that she didn’t know if they had the strength to support her unaided. “The...the prophecy’s fine,” she managed to force out between deep, gasping breaths. “I left Tonks there, she’s doing the night shift.”

“Then what is it? Look at you - you look like you’ve been doing battle!”

“I have, with Lucius Malfoy.”

His eyes widened as they searched her face, clearly seeing that she was telling the truth. “In the Ministry? What did he want – to get to the prophecy?”

Lyra closed her eyes. “Not the prophecy. He wanted...he wanted...”

Unable to finish, she trailed off, but it seemed that Sirius had enough to piece the puzzle together. With a pained groan, he reached up to touch the blossoming bruise on her throat and she shuddered wildly. “He wanted you, Lyra,” he said grimly. “He didn’t have you, I hope?”

“No, though not for want of trying.”

He swore and her eyes flew open again. She realised that his fingers were still resting against her throat, and the sensation they aroused in her was as far from unpleasant as it was possible to be. Lyra had not dared allow herself to be alone with Sirius before, and now she realised why. Now that she was in his arms, she had no wish to ever leave them.

Something of her inexplicable longing must have shown in her round eyes, for Sirius swallowed hard as his hand slowly moved upwards to wind through her hair and brush it back from her flushed face. When he leaned in closer, though, something snapped within her and she instinctively jerked back from him.

His face hardened when she quickly spoke to hide the strange mingling of fear and desperate desire that was now swirling through her jumbled mind. “C-can we go and sit down somewhere? I don’t think I can stand up much longer.”

“Sure.” With a grimace, he pushed ahead of her and led her into the parlour. Though cleaner than the first night she had seen it, it still had a distinct and woeful air of neglect – but Lyra neither saw nor cared. Her head in her hands, she sank down onto a faded chaise as the tale of all that had happened spilled forth without warning.

Sirius sat silently at the end of the chaise and listened to all she had to say, not interrupting until she reached the point where Lucius confessed to her that it had been he who assaulted her at the World Cup. With a muttered curse, he held his hand up to stop her. “Didn’t you tell anyone what happened, Lyra?! Merlin’s beard, if it hadn’t have been for the Dark Mark appearing nothing wouldn’t have stopped that bastard from raping you!”

She drew her knees up to her chest and shrugged helplessly. “Who was there to tell, Sirius? I had no evidence, no-one to accuse – and besides, I’m not used to relying on anyone else. I put it behind me and tried to forget it.”

“Until today.”

“Until today,” she agreed with a fresh round of tears stinging her eyes as she blinked them back.

Sirius’s eyebrows knitted together, and his fists were clenched tightly at his sides. “So why didn’t you shout for help today? The evidence would have been undeniable –“

“No, it wouldn’t, not when it comes to Lucius Malfoy. He would have blamed me for being in the Department of Mysteries, saying that he’d caught me down there – and who would they have believed, Sirius? You know he’s got Fudge in his pocket,” she said bitterly. “No, Malfoy holds all the trump cards and he knows it.”

“What do you mean?”

Lyra wrapped her arms around her knees as Lucius’s cold words echoed relentlessly inside her head. “He told me that if I didn’t give him what he wants he’d make sure everyone knows I’m in the Order –“

“So what?” Sirius leaned forward and rolled his eyes. “What do you think can he do to you, Lyra? Voldemort knows the identity of all our members thanks to Snape, so he can’t hold that threat over you. Lucius Malfoy is nothing more than a bully; he wants you so he tried to intimidate and threaten you to get what he wants. But he has no power over you, no way to force you to give yourself to him.”

She exhaled, for Sirius’s calm and rational words lifted some of the weight that had been upon her shoulders. He was right, and the only reason she hadn’t seen it before was the force of the fear Lucius made her feel. Regardless of that, though, Lyra sensed Lucius would not give up his pursuit of her. “I guess he can’t force me to agree, Sirius – but even without my permission I think he’d still try. You didn’t see the look in his eyes. I’ve been through a lot in the past, but nothing scared me as much as when I thought he was going to rape me. I might be a strong witch, but without my wand I could do nothing to fight him off.”

“Then we need to make sure you’re never that vulnerable around him again,” he said fiercely. “I knew Malfoy at Hogwarts, and you’re right – if he’s decided he wants you, then he won’t stop trying. Men like him don’t have morals, Lyra. He doesn’t care who he hurts so long as he gets what he wants. Promise me something?”

Taken aback by the passion in his voice, Lyra nodded mutely and stared across at him, unable to tear her eyes away from his tautened face. His neatly trimmed moustache twitched when he briefly met her eyes before continuing.

“Promise that you’ll keep your wits about you when you’re away from here. You’re safe here, but anywhere else you’re vulnerable to him. Keep your wand on you and ready at all times; he knows you’re part of the Order and that you’ll be on guard duty now, so expect him to be lying in wait. Do whatever you have to in order to defend yourself.”

“I...okay, Sirius. I promise. What about tonight, though?”

“What about it?”

“I don’t think I dare go home, Sirius. Malfoy overheard me say the name of my cottage, so I’m sure he’d have followed me there. Can I stay here tonight? Please?”

He ran his hand across the brief flash of dark stubble that coloured the sharp line of his jaw, and his grey eyes seemed to darken. “Of course you can – but it’s just you and me, Lyra. Is that okay?”

She exhaled, made reckless by a sharp thrill that shot through her aching body with the thought of a night alone with him. Though she knew she should simply decline and find somewhere else to stay, in that moment she wanted to be nowhere but where she already was. “That...that sounds good, Sirius. I don’t really want to talk to all the others about what happened. I know I’ll have to tell them, but not tonight. Tonight can just be me and you.”

Sirius swept his dark hair out of his reddened face. In that moment Lyra was irresistibly drawn back to the first time they had met. The memory of the instant desire that had consumed her upon meeting him succeeded in finally forcing away all thoughts of Lucius Malfoy; and in the space of a heartbeat, she knew that she was lost to it. A night alone with Sirius could have only one possible conclusion.

The way that his eyes briefly flickered down towards her barely covered breasts told her that his thoughts were turning in the very same direction. “S-Sirius?” she whispered, her voice wavering wildly.

With what seemed to be a great effort, he looked into her eyes again, breathing far too heavily for someone who was sitting down. “What is it, Lyra?”

Thrilling in the new hoarseness of his voice, she allowed herself the guilty pleasure of moving closer to him. “I...I could really do with a drink, Sirius. Have you got any Firewhiskey?”

“Trying to get me drunk, are you?”

This was her chance to change her mind – but Lyra was consumed by the urge to submit to the frantic demands of the knot of tension that was building in her core. With a small smile, she allowed him to take her hand and help her up from the chaise. “Do I need to?”

Sirius swallowed hard, but he did not release his hold on her hand even when they left the parlour and moved through the hallway. The portraits had fallen silent, and the only sound in the dark townhouse was that of their shallow breathing.

When he finally let go of her to pour them both a shot of Firewhiskey, Lyra was astounded by how keenly she felt the loss of his hand on hers. The intimacy had felt so very right that she did not know how she had resisted it until now; and now she had allowed her barriers to fall, she sensed that there was no possible way to rebuild them.

“Here you go, Lyra,” he said quietly, handing her an ornate crystal glass. The amber liquid sparked and crackled as it swirled around the glass, and she took a slow sip from it as Sirius drank from his own. The warmth it offered her drove away the last of her inhibitions, and she moved as if compelled towards the inviting heat of his body before lifting her head to look up at him.

“Sirius, do you play cards?”

His glass hovered below his lips as he rested one hand on the wall behind her. “You want to play...cards?”

Her breath quickened when he closed the distance between them. “First.”

“First?” Sirius moved the hand that had been touching the faded panelling to brush a loose curl back from her face, nodding in satisfaction when she instinctively arched towards him. “Okay, Lyra. You want to play, then we will – but if you play with me, you do so by my rules. Poker sound good to you?”

A fire was now burning deep inside her that inflamed her blood and controlled every move she made. She quickly nodded, revelling in the fierce approval written all over his face.

“Good girl. One more thing, though?” Sirius reached out and touched the bruise on her throat again, sending a shiver down the full length of her spine. “Lyra, do you mind if I get rid of this before we start?”

“W-why?”

His face contorted. “Because I can’t stand seeing the evidence of another man kissing you.”

Her heart gave a wild, ecstatic leap of its own accord. Now that she had been forced to remember how natural and glorious it was to be kissed with such passion, Lyra could no longer deny the feverish demands of her body – and there was only one man she wanted to fulfil them. To her deep thrill, she was coming to realise that he wanted her just as much. She nodded, staring intently into his eyes as he withdrew his wand and lifted it to rest against the mark that Lucius had left on her skin.

With a muttered charm, the bruise faded away and Sirius exhaled. “Now, Lyra, we can begin. Follow me, won’t you?”

She could do nothing but obey him.

Lyra followed him to the long table that ran the whole length of the dining hall – but when he took a seat at the head of it, she impulsively went to the other end. Dropping into her chair, she met his questioning stare with a swift smile. “Sirius, I can’t help but think you’d be a wicked distraction if I sat next to you. I want to finish this game.”

He chuckled softly, but there was still tension in every muscle of his tightly-held body. “I’m glad to hear you say so, Lyra. Okay, then, if you’re so desperate to see out this game then let’s get started.”

“No - wait,” she said as he conjured up a deck of cards. “What do you say we make this more interesting?” Astonished at her daring, she dropped her eyes when Sirius leaned forward, only the arch of his slender eyebrows betraying his reaction to her question.

“What did you have in mind?” he asked slowly.

The steady burn of the Firewhiskey as it wound its way down gave her a fresh burst of courage. Lyra breathed in deeply and lifted her head again to look him in the eyes. “Poker’s fine, Sirius, but we’re both adults. Let’s take it up a notch.”

A deep streak of crimson blazed across his cheekbones when she reached up to flick open the buttons of her robes. His voice low and hoarse, he gripped tightly onto his glass as he spoke. “Strip poker?”

“Yes.” Her tongue darted out across her suddenly dry lips. “I’ve always wanted to play it, Sirius – and I can’t think of anyone I’d rather play it with.”

Sirius tilted his head to the side and breathed in deeply. “You’re sure you want to...play?”

The true meaning of his words did not have to be spoken, for the new fire in his grey eyes spoke volumes. Lyra could deny herself all that it promised no longer. “I’m sure, Sirius. More sure than I’ve been about anything before. Do you want to play?”

“I only want one thing more.” Lyra could neither restrain nor hide the low thrill that shot through her and tore a small gasp from her lips when Sirius picked up the deck of cards and shuffled through them. His eyes swept over her appraisingly as he did so. “You’re wearing more than me though, Lyra. I’ll have to be damned good if I want to win.”

“And do you want to win?” she whispered.

A slow smile finally broke out across his face. “Oh, yes.”

“Then let’s play.”
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