Lyra had no difficulties boarding the train, although there were many people on the platform nobody paid her any attention. Even if there were people looking for 'Lyra Potter' they had absolutely no idea what she looked like and that suited her just fine. Lyra had no wish to entertain the adoring public.

Not wanting to be surrounded by children she went to the last compartment on the train, closed the door and hoped that nobody would disturb her for now. Lyra took her trunk from her pocket, enlarged it and changed to her uniform immediately. Seeing as the train would take a while to arrive she chose to take a book out as well also letting Lucifer out of his cage. Get him wrong he loves the enchanted caged a very tropical the area where he can feed on animals that were released in there. But Lucifer prefers reading with his mistress. Having done everything Lyra needed she put her trunk in the rack above her seat, sat in a comfortable position as Lucifer rested his head on her lap as Lyra started reading her book.

It was a book about runes for beginners she had bought but hadn't had the opportunity to finish. Lyra found it rather fascinating, and could hardly wait to have the subject. She didn't understand why they only started it in their 3rd year. Sure it was a little difficult, but it was like learning a new language, the younger you started the easier it would be for your brain to create the pathways necessary for you to speak it.

Almost twenty minutes after she arrived she heard the whistle signaling the departure of the train and Lyra felt her excitement growing. She was finally going to Hogwarts. Lyra had spent a lot of time thinking about how she was going to behave. But she ended up concluding that the best thing to do was to wait and see. The books she had read had indicated that she was seen as some kind of hero and that she was rather famous. That meant that people would keep their eyes on her and any little thing she did would be judged and gossiped about. Something she loathed but it couldn't be changed so she just had to be a little more careful, she was sure that she could do it.

Lyra also found out that most of the population were rather prejudiced against wizards that came from muggle families and those that were half-bloods. It was rather stupid in her opinion, for her magical blood was magical blood; she didn't really care where they came from as long as they were useful.

But all that contributed to her decision. Lyra would wait, learn more about the society, see how they would react to her and then choose her path. She was still young, she had time.

Lyra and Lucifer was rather enjoying the train ride, a blond boy had looked into her compartment, looked at Lucifer and book he quickly went away, aside from that only the trolley lady had disturbed her peace which made her rather happy.

Her mood was so good at the time Lyra decides to sing knowing Lucifer would love it.

I saved every letter you wrote me
From the moment I saw you
I knew you were mine
You said you were mine
I thought you were mine

Do you know what Angelica said
When I told her what you'd done?
She said

"You have married an Icarus
He has flown too close to the sun"

Don't take another step in my direction
I can't be trusted around you
Don't think you can talk your way
Into my arms, into my arms

I'm burning the letters you wrote me
You can stand over there if you want
I don't know who you are
I have so much to learn
I'm re-reading your letters
And watching them burn (burn)

I'm watching them burn (burn)

You published the letters she wrote to you
You told the whole world
How you brought this girl into our bed
In clearing your name, you have ruined our lives

Heaven forbid someone whisper

"He's part of some scheme"

Your enemy whispers

So you have to scream

I know about whispers

I see how you look at my sister

Don't

I'm not naive

I have seen women around you
Don't

Think I don't see

How they fall for your charms
All your charms

I'm erasing myself from the narrative
Let future historians wonder how Eliza reacted
When you broke her heart
You have thrown it all away
Stand back, watch it burn
Just watch it all burn

And when the time comes

Explain to the children

The pain and embarrassment

You put their mother through

When will you learn

That they are your legacy?
We are your legacy

If you thought you were mine (mine, mine)
Don't

"That wasss lovely mistressss" Lucifer as he rubbed his head into his mistress hand as she was stroking his scales lovely. Unfortunately, their moment was rudely interrupted. The door of their compartment was violently opened, hitting the wall and a girl with bushy brown hair, followed by a round-faced boy who looked to be on the verge of tears entered her compartment.

Lyra and Lucifer looked at them expressionless, Lyra was a little peeved about the interruption and also about the way they entered their compartment.

"Have you seen a toad?" the girl asked and Lyra noticed that she had rather large front teeth, "Neville lost his, we are trying to find it."

Lyra assumed that Neville was the boy with the round face. Who the hell would want a toad as a pet? But as it had nothing to do with her, she answered with a simple "No." and promptly went back to her reading Since her mood for singing was rudely interrupted or ruined. If both of them were even a little bit intelligent they would realize that Lyra was dismissing them and that she would like to be alone with her beloved pet Lucifer.

However, it appeared that neither of them understood what she was implying. Oh God, she hoped that not all the students had their level of intelligence.

"Oh, that book wasn't on the student list, was it? When you're finished could you lend it to me? 'Ok, who does this girl think she is' Lyra thought as she glared at the girl, not liking that tone at all. My parents are muggles, you know? I knew nothing about magic. But I read all my books and all the spells I tried worked perfectly, of course." 'oh please in the name of god make her Shut up.' Lyra thought as she had to control herself so as to not curse the girl. Lyra couldn't stand her type. There were a few like her in her old school. They could be relatively intelligent but they had too much faith in books and authority figures, they didn't have one original thought in their minds. And they always had that superior attitude, as if they were God's gift to mortals. And if someone had better grades than them then they must have cheated because it was impossible for someone to be better than them. And this girl had that same air and that was more than enough for Lyra to want nothing to do with her, taking all that into consideration, there really was only one possible answer that Lyra could give her.

"No."

Lyra didn't even look at her. assuming that at least now the girl would get the message and leave, seeing as she had made it perfectly clear that she had no interest whatsoever in their company. Apparently, the girl was particularly slow. She huffed and in an extremely arrogant and pretentious tone said.

"You are being rather rude, did you know that?"

This time Lyra looked up from her book, lifting an eyebrow but not showing any other emotion she replied in a flat tone.

"Oh? I'm being rude? That's strange, you see, I consider it rude to barge into a stranger's compartment without knocking or asking if you could come in. I also consider it rude to stay in that stranger's compartment when it is perfectly clear that said stranger has no wishes to be in your company." Lyra said as the both of them just realize or just noticing the hissing and the fact there's a giant anaconda glaring at them. The girl blushed and looking a bit scared but still preparing herself to throw a rather long and unnecessary tantrum when the boy that was with her pulled her by the arm and out of the compartment.

"Come on Hermione. It's better if..."

Lyra didn't hear anymore because the boy closed the door. Lyra almost sighed in relief. Finally alone. Gods, she hoped the other students were more tolerable if they weren't, Lyra would just have to make them more tolerable, wouldn't she? A cruel smile appeared on her face and a dark giggle left her lips as she Stroke Lucifer scales lovingly as Lucifer let out a hissy sound of pleasure. However, she quickly left her daydream and remembered that she had decided to wait and see. Educating the brats on how they should behave towards her wasn't in the wait and see category. But could you really blame her seeing how slow the students appeared to be? Was it really her fault if they practically begged for her to show them how to behave? Of course, it wasn't. Nevertheless, she had chosen to wait and see and she had rather good control. Lyra would stick with her plan unless something drastic happened.

Approximately an hour later she felt the train slow down and she heard a voice throughout the train.

"We will be arriving at Hogwarts in five minutes. Please leave all your luggage on the train. It will be taken to the school separately."

Lyra pulled her trunk down and put her book in the library, and helped place Lucifer back into his cage. when she was done she felt the train stopped completely and she heard hundreds of students start leaving their compartments. Not wanting to be run over by overexcited students Lyra stayed in her comportment for a bit waiting for most of them to leave the train for her to leave. As soon as Lyra left the train she heard a voice shout.

"Firs' years! Firs' years over here!"

Turning Lyra saw the biggest man she had ever seen, you could hardly see his face with all that hair and beard. Lyra thought he looked rather savage.

"C'mon, follow me — any more firs' years? Mind yer step, now! Firs' years follow me!"

Lyra paid really close attention to where she was stepping, the path they were on didn't seem safe at all. The giant man said something that Lyra didn't hear but the next second Lyra heard the other first years let out an "ooohhhhh" and Lyra looked up and only with a lot of effort did she avoid making the same exclamation as her colleagues.

The path had opened suddenly onto the edge of a great black lake. Perched on a high mountain on the other side, its windows sparkling in the starry sky was a vast castle with many turrets and towers. It was breathtaking and Lyra felt at home.

Following the man's instructions Lyra sat in one of the boats, she was followed by two boys and one girl. It seemed to Lyra that one of the boys and the girl were sitting as far away from the other boy as they could. She wondered if it had anything to do with the crap she had read about blood purity but seeing as it had nothing to do with her she ignored it.

The next few moments were nothing more than vague images for Lyra, she remembered crossing the lake and a professor McGonagall opening the doors and giving a small speech about houses and family, she also remembered ghosts showing up in the corridor where they were waiting. However, the only thing she vividly remembered was when professor McGonagall took them to the Great Hall.

Lyra had never seen anything more fascinating. It was lit by thousands and thousands of candles that were floating in midair over four long tables, where the rest of the students were sitting.

Professor McGonagall led the first years up so that they came to a halt in a line facing the other students, then she silently placed a four-legged stool in front of the first years. On top of the stool, she put a wizard's hat.

Lyra looked at it curiously, she wasn't really seeing what they wanted them to do. However, before she could think more about it the hat twitched and a rip near the brim opened wide like a mouth and the hat began to sing.

"Oh, you may not think I'm pretty,

But don't judge on what you see,

I'll eat myself if you can find

A smarter hat than me.

You can keep your bowlers black,

Your top hats sleek and tall,

For I'm the Hogwarts Sorting Hat

And I can cap them all.

There's nothing hidden in your head

The Sorting Hat can't see,

So try me on and I will tell you

Where you ought to be.

You might belong in Gryffindor,

Where dwell the brave at heart,

Their daring, nerve, and chivalry

Set Gryffindors apart;

You might belong in Hufflepuff,

Where they are just and loyal,

Those patient Hufflepuffs are true

And unafraid of toil;

Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw,

if you've a ready mind,

Where those of wit and learning,

Will always find their kind;

Or perhaps in Slytherin

You'll make your real friends,

Those cunning folk use any means

To achieve their ends.

So put me on! Don't be afraid!

And don't get in a flap!

You're in safe hands (though I have none)

For I'm a Thinking Cap!"*

As soon as the hat stopped singing the whole Hall began to clap. Lyra admitted that it was an ingenious way to sort the students but that didn't stop her from being nervous. That hat would see what was in her mind? She didn't like that, she didn't like that one bit. What if the hat revealed her secrets? There were things that happened in that orphanage that she didn't want to come to light, things that she had done that may not be considered legal.

Sure they were only muggles, but it would draw more unwanted attention to her. If the worst did happen she could always say that it was accidental magic, there was no one there who could confirm or deny it, practically everybody would believe her, she was after all only a child, she couldn't have possibly tortured another orphan to insanity while she was trapped in her worst fears, now could she? No, of course, she couldn't, she was nothing more than a child, after all, their perfect little savior. People were pathetic really, as long as it maintained their illusion of normalcy and the peace they would rather believe a lie than the truth, even if the truth was looking them in the face.

While Lyra was immersed in her own thoughts she didn't notice the sorting and before she knew it. she heard professor McGonagall call.

"Potter, Lyra."

The Great Hall became almost instantly silent, Lyra almost wasn't able to contain a sigh, this celebrity thing didn't please her one bit.

Not showing any emotion and with secure and confident steps she walked towards the stool. There was no need to show others just how unsettled she was about the idea of something looking into her mind, she had no wish for anyone to suspect that there was something wrong, it wouldn't do to have some nosy professor or head master asking unwanted questions.