Draco always knew his twin sister was a bit different.

It was not the fact she had those strange birthmarks on her face as he knew from his mother that people had strange birthmarks. Despite those birthmarks, Lyra had the same white-blond hair and her eyes were more to a bluish-grey than to a proper grey colour like his eyes. His sister always wanted hugs and always smiled to people, even to those that their parents deemed to be lower than them.

"Draco, what are you reading?"

Draco looked away from his book and stared at Lyra, who had his broomstick in her hands. There was a piece of mud decorating her cheeks but there was a large smile stretching on her lips. Why did she always take his stuff? Their father had brought two of the latest toy broomsticks for their seventh birthday. He wanted to yell those words at her but just closed it when he realized his sister was just happy.

It was a lot better having Lyra happy than sad.

"The Tales of Beedle the Brad."

He looked back down at his book while his twin sister placed the broomstick onto the garden ground before taking a seat beside him. He should tell Lyra to not sit down on the ground, to not dirty her dress any more than she did but it was pointless. His twin was not like Pansy, who hated to dirtied her clothes and disliked anything that needs her to dirty her hands. No, Lyra adored these things which annoyed their mother, who always told his sister that pureblood witches did not do these things.

"Can you read me a tale?"

"No," Draco immediately answered, flipping a page.

His sister frowned. "Why not? I always read a story whenever you have a nightmare and Mother refuses to read me a story because she thinks I'm old enough to read myself a story. Father would read for me but he is too busy dealing with the Ministry."

Draco scowled at the reminder. He may be the older twin and the heir of the family but there was no denying his father had a soft spot when it came to his twin sister. No matter what he did, it was nothing compared to his twin sister, who just needed to batt her eyelashes to get what she wanted. Not that Lyra did that because his twin sister think it was stupid to get everything she wanted. Father always smiled whenever his sister was around and while their father hesitated, he always gave in to his sister's demands for hugs.

Sometimes he wished he was in his sister's shoes.

"Fine…which one do you want me to read to you?"

Grinning, Lyra took the book from his hands and flipped the pages till she stopped at the beginning of the tale of Babbitty Rabbitty and her Cackling Stump. Why did he even ask? For some strange reason, his sister seemed to always prefer this story and the story of the three brothers. Why couldn't she be like Pansy and like the other story? Why must she always pick this one?

"I pick this story because I like what it means," his sister answered, smiling at him. She traced the words in the book before looking at the red roses and lilies that their mother loved to grow. "It proves magic can't bring back the dead...that nothing in this world could make something so horrible come true."

He frowned and watched as his sister waddled her way to the pink lilies. Plucking the lily from the garden, his sister placed it on the side of her ear before coming back towards him. She smiled brightly at him before pulling the lily out of her hair and placed on the side of his ear. He scowled, opened his mouth to yell at her but closed it when he saw the happiness in her eyes.

It would be fine if none of their friends saw him like this.

After all, he would never hear the end of Pansy's screeching about him saying to her that he hated having flowers on his head. For some strange reason, the girl did not seem to understand that there was a difference between Lyra doing it and her doing it.

"Why don't you like the idea of the dead coming back to life?" Draco asked, staring down at the book. "Wouldn't it be nice if magic could bring back the dead? You cried for days when Sandy died."

His sister curled her lips into a frown at the mention of their now deceased dog before nodding her head. "Just because I cry for Sandy, doesn't mean I want her to come back to life. Being dead isn't that scary…you are just sleeping for a very long time."

"Sleeping means that you will wake up," Draco said, remembering the explanation their parents gave when their grandfather died from dragonpox. "Being dead means that they would never wake up. I think it would be nice if the dead can come back to life."

Lyra curled her pink lips at his words and looked up at the clear blue sky. "I think if the dead did enough good deeds in their life that they would be able to be reincarnated."

Reincarnated? What did that word mean? And how could his sister know a word that he didn't know? He frowned at his twin sister, who seemed now more content to lean her head against his shoulder than to tell him what that word meant. He shook his head. Maybe later, he would ask their parents on what reincarnation meant or the very least looked at one of those library books.

"Do you think grandfather is happy wherever he is?" Draco asked.

Lyra knitted her eyebrows together and shrugged her shoulder. "I think he is…I think he will be with grandmother just like he always wanted."

He nodded his head in agreement and began to tell the story to his twin sister, attempting at times to change his voice into the characters. With their mother gone to visit one of her friends and their father being at work, it would be his job as the big brother to make sure his sister was having fun. He would make her have fun with the story even if it meant he had to use those stupid voices that she loved.

No matter how much he complained about her being weird and no matter how much she annoyed him, Draco loved his twin sister.

~X~

Seven years had passed since Naruto had been reborn as Lyra Malfoy but unlike her past life, she had a twin brother that loved her and parents, who while at times were distant, did love the both of them with all of their heart. Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy were never ever going to replace Minato and Kushina as her first parents but, they gave her the things Naruto had always dreamed of having. Her mother was the one who combed her hair, saying it was too pretty for some house elf to do and her father, who was usually very controlled, always gave in to her demands for hugs.

It was nice having so much love and affection from them but Lyra also could not help but feel that their family could be better. Not with the way they expressed their emotions but with the way they treated the people around them. Perhaps it was the orphan and poor kid in her but she hated the way they looked down on people, who did not come from money or the muggle-borns. It was something she came to realise a few months ago when the memories of Naruto flooded into her mind.

Tightening her grip on her twin brother, Lyra looked out from their window and stared at the stars. As Naruto Uzumaki, she had been ridiculed for not being like the others…for being different. If not for her lack of clan then it was because she had no parents. She remembered how in her past life that she hated how the clan looked down on her, on the clanless people. All she ever wanted was to change Konoha and give the clanless ninjas and the clan ninja an equal footing.

She did not understand how this world worked, not truly anyway. All Lyra had to know was the words her second father sprouted and even then she did not have a good idea on how the Ministry worked. Her father never really talked about his business or meetings with the Ministry in front of them. Their mother thought it was too dull of a topic to tell the children, instead they ate in silence.

"Why isn't Mistress Lyra sleeping? Is Mistress Lyra having one of those nightmares again?"

Lyra blinked her eyes and turned her head to look at Dobby. Out of all the house elves that their family owned, she loved this house elf the most. He was quirky and he kept her secrets from her father. He was the one who watched them when their father was out. He was the one who sometimes sneak her sweets whenever their mother refused to give it to them and in return, Lyra asked him about his day and about his dreams. She liked to think of him as a friend than a servant.

"No, I'm not having one of those nightmares Dobby," Lyra answered, staring into the house elf's green eyes. "I'm just thinking of how the world would be nicer if everyone had equal rights. I think it would be nice if people gave more care."

Dobby frowned. "Can Dobby ask why Mistress Lyra is having these thoughts?"

"Father hurt you earlier because you brought the wrong shirt," Lyra replied. "And before that, Father was complaining about how one of the muggle-born had risen up in the ranks of the ministry. He acts as if they don't deserve to go up in the world…I think it is cruel. He seemed to have some stupid belief that muggle-born had stolen magic from us."

Lyra had a complete different belief from her father. She might not have her chakra anymore but she still remembered what it was like to have it. Chakra flowed through her before just like magic flowed through her right now. In fact, she believed that everyone had magic but it was just that some people had been born with the ability to manipulate it. This was her belief because how else were muggleborns made? How could they use magic if their family could not use it? The only explanation was that.

"Master Lucius will be angry with Mistress Lyra if he hears Mistress Lyra say those words," Dobby said, looking out at the door with worry.

Lyra smiled and pulled out her pinky at him. "Which is why it is a secret between Dobby and Mistress Lyra! Pinky-promise me that you won't tell Father about my beliefs."

The house-elf hesitated before doing the promise. She smiled brightly at him, glanced around before pulling out one of the cookies she stole from the kitchen. Grinning, Lyra handed the cookie to the house-elf who opened his mouth to protest. The blonde shook her head at him.

"Dobby deserves a cookie," Lyra declared. "Father is not the best person when it comes to Dobby and Dobby should know that I think he is the best house elf ever."

The house elf teared up at her words and nodded his head at her. She smiled brightly at the house elf before slowly gesturing for him to leave her with her brother. With a nod, the house elf apparated himself out of their room.

"Isn't it funny that no matter how cruel your new family is that your kindness has not died down?" Kurama asked her as she closed her eyes.

"Why should I be cruel, Kurama? I was treated with cruelty in my past life," Lyra answered as memories of the past flooded into her mind. "I think the world would be a better place if there was more kindness in the world. The world would be better if they see that not everyone was bad…that everyone deserve to be treated like an equal."

"Your new Father will tell you otherwise," Kurama said and the blonde knew that the fox was curling his lips into distaste when mentioning Lucius. "Do you think he will hate the fact you were first a muggle before becoming a witch? I think it would be funny to watch his reaction."

"He will deny it," Lyra stated, shaking her head. "I love that man but he is pigheaded. He will never acknowledge the fact that his daughter is a reincarnated soul...a muggle soul at that. Besides, he would ask for proof and I no longer have my chakra."

It was a pity too because Lyra wanted to use her clones. She wanted to have one of them in the manor while she was out exploring the world but, it seemed like this was never ever going to happen. Instead, it seemed like the only way she would explore would be when their parents take them out or if she figured out how to apparate. The first was more likely to happen then the second.

'When are you going to practise your magic?' Kurama asked her.

Lyra frowned. "I think when Draco is going to have one of his naps and our parents are out. Draco will be upset when he realize I'm practising magic without our parents' supervision and he will definitely tell them. Mother and Father will hail me as some prodigy in magic and brag about me…I don't want that. It is bad enough we have our names on the papers at times or that they are contemplating my marriage, but I want some freedom."

"They do know that you won't take your marriage easily right?"

"They are living in denial," Lyra answered, curling her lips. "When I know who they decided to marry me off then you can bet your ass that I'll ruin their expectation of me. I am not going to become like Mother, I'm going to be the next Minister. I will be the one to change the world…I will give everyone the chance to be equals."

"It won't be easy, Naruto."

She knew it would not be easy but Lyra was not allowing her parents dictate her life.

She would never ever become the perfect pureblood princess.

~X~