It was six and a half years after the death of James and Lily Potter, and the death of the Dark Lord. The lives of the De'Larsha family had changed drastically, especially for their two daughters. Syrieana and Lyra were the two newest of the Slytherin line, but it seemed that Lyra's magic was much more unstable than her sister's. The two girls were as different as day and night, one looking more like their father with her nearly white hair, but had their mother's violet eyes; Syrieana. The other had dark hair and light blue eyes, the young Lyra De'Larsha. Both were close, and a prophecy was made when they were born. They would change the world for better or worse. It didn't tell deeply, and was over much too soon.

The Ministry was on the hunt for the rest of the Death Eaters still, and their mother had been the last one with their distant cousin, unknown to many. It was only a matter of time before the woman was ratted out though, and the Ministry tracked her down.

Lyra: Age 8

Syrie had recently passed out in her bed, but Lyra couldn't sleep. She had this growing sense of dread as she got up and slipped over to her door. Glancing back at her twin, she smiled just a bit but opened the door to her room and slipped out, closing the door as quietly as possible. Smoothing out her emerald green nightgown, she touched the locket around her neck gently with a slight smile. It was one of Slytherin's from long ago, and her mother had given her the locket. It always comforted her, but tonight it couldn't chase away the sense that something dreadful was going to happen this night.

Walking down the stairs with practiced silent steps, he could hear both of his parents whispering to each other, unable to make out any of the noise. They sounded upset, and very worried about something. Quietly she slid along the wall, listening carefully and silently.

"It was only a matter of time Eileen. Did you think we'd get away scott free," her father asked sharply. Ciaran was never a soft spoken male, true to his pureblooded nature. His voice, laced with that Irish accent, sounded tired, worried….and a tad scared.

A slightly more dominant female voice spoke then, Irish lacing her words as well. "I thought we would! The Malfoys did, Ciaran. And you're getting away fine….it's only me that they suspect. Just me. How? Why? They couldn't have found my blood line, they couldn't have…" she said near panic now. Eileen was a rather strong woman, and perhaps an older version of her daughter, except for the eyes.

As her father was about to say something, there was a knocking on the door. It made Lyra's eyes widen as she backed up into the shadows so she wouldn't be seen by whoever got the door. Like she should have guessed, it was her mother who got up and went to the door. Her mother who took a deep breath and ended up glancing back at her daughter, pressing one finger to her lips in a "shhh" gesture to her daughter.

Once the older woman had composed herself, she opened the door only to be met by the faces of three Aurors from the Ministry of Magic. Each of them had a serious expression on their face, and Alastor Moody was one of the ones there. He was almost whole, but the way he looked at her mother made Lyra want to squirm in distaste as she tried not to be seen. It wasn't that difficult, all of them were focused on her mother, and it made her want to scream.

"Eileen De'Larsha?" Alastor Moody asked, his arms crossed over his chest, ready to reach for his wand if the need arose. The male was always prepared for the worst, and ready to dive into a fight with a Death Eater at any given opportunity.

"Yes? May I help you?" Eileen inquired, tilting her head some before she glanced towards the stairs then looked back at the Aurors with a slight smile. "…Whatever it is, can you keep it down? My two angels are sleeping." She whispered, even though Lyra was just out of view of them, keeping her breathing as calm as possible. The young girl was terrified.

Alastor stepped in, followed by an Auror after him, his eyes focused on the woman, his voice calm, almost cold though. "Is it true that you are a distant relation of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named?" With just that question to start, it seemed like they were only doing brief investigations now.

Relaxing a bit, Eileen nodded her head. "Yes….my Great Great Grandfather is his Uncle. Why do you ask?" A smile curved her lips as she crossed her arms over her chest casually, seeming more relaxed than she had a moment ago.

"We were told by a Death Eater that you were there the night of the death of Lily and James Potter, and that you were closely tied to this distant cousin. Due to your Death Eater activities, you have been sentenced to be held in Azkaban until a trial can be set, and you can be judged by the Wizemgot." He said coldly, a bit of a smile on his lips.

As soon as Lyra heard those words, she rushed forward and in front of her mom, leaning back against her to hold her legs. Looking up at the man, her lower lip trembled, her icy blue eyes filled with sadness. "No! My Mama didn't do anything bad. Mama has been good to me…..don't take her away!" She yelled at them, close to tears, clinging back against her mother as she looked around, as if she were going to try and push her mother out of the way.

The older woman lightly stroked at her daughter's hair and shook her head, looking towards the living room. "….Ciaran….Come get our daughter please…..I don't want her to see this." She said softly, then leaned down and kissed her daughter's cheek. "It's okay, sweet heart. Mama will be back in no time, alright?" At her words she glanced up at Alastor, pleading at the man with her eyes to not tell her daughter otherwise, for the sake of the well being of her daughter.

Watching, Alastor could only nod, along with the other two Aurors. Hearing footsteps though, Lyra clung more fiercely to her mother, shaking her head violently. "No, no, no, no! You can't go away. You can't! You told me about that bad place, you said bad people go there, and it's sad and cold. You can't be sad and cold, Mama!" The young girl's voice was almost heartbroken as her eyes narrowed up at the Aurors, voice colder than her mother's could ever get. "If you wanna take her you'll have to make me move!"

The Aurors exchanged looks, as if they weren't sure how to deal with a child clinging to their mother, and Alastor tried to move around the girl. Lyra shook her head several times, clinging to her mother as if she'd disappear if she let her go. "No!" She screamed at them, sending out a wave of raw magic that hit them all head on.

In a reflexive action, Alastor shot a spell at the young girl, sending her back against her mother with a cry of pain. Ciaran rushed out and scooped up his daughter, trying to hide her face in his shoulder as she squirmed, trying to reach for her mother again. Eileen had not taken well to her daughter being hit by a spell for nothing more than her magic having no outlet.

As any mother would, Eileen pulled her wand and started yelling curses at the three Aurors, darting out of her house so it wouldn't be damaged. Lyra tried to squirm out of her father's grip, and he dropped her, causing her to roll and push herself back up. As she ran out the door, she heard her mother scream and then wailed herself. Watching as the body of her mother fell to the ground, she ran over, clinging to her mother's hand.

Feeling for a pulse, the young girl started crying as she didn't find one, bowing her head as tears rolled down her face. "Mama!" she shook her head, then lifted it, looking right at Alastor, her voice cold and accusing. "Murderer! You murderer!" she wailed as her father came out and picked her up, trying not to cry in front of his daughter as he pulled her back.

"….There's nothing we can do, Lyra…..nothing…." he whispered, stroking at his daughter's hair as she glared at Alastor, such hatred int hose young eyes, and he just looked distant…..as if he didn't care at all.

Author's Note: I'm skipping to the summer of third year, and you'll find out more about her magic then.