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Who do you say is Lyra Malfoy? Only the wisest, most intelligent, not to mention, breathtakingly beautiful- Okay. Maybe I got a little carried away on that last note. Let me start again.

I am Lyra Casseopia Malfoy, the youngest daughter of Draco Malfoy and Astoria Greengrass. I have a brother, Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy, who is two years my major.

Thank Merlin my parents learned their lesson the first time. I mean, really? Scorpius? What a stupid name- Don't tell him I said that. And don't tell my father. And my mother. ESPECIALLY MY MOTHER.

Right. Now where were we? Oh. I remember now.

I grew up in a small three-bedroom cottage by the countryside, away from the hustle-and-bustle of the city. I didn't have many friends as a young girl. I would take pleasure in the company of only my brother, my parents, and save for the occasional visits of my first cousin, Theodore Nott Jr.

At the age of three, I had begun to show signs of magical ability, and by the time I turned six, I had almost full control of my abilities.

I was seven when I attended my first ball. My mum made me wear this awful little dress that made me feel hot and itchy. My dad fancied it though. He said it made me look as pretty as mum.

Then this stupid pug-nosed girl goes off and "accidentally" spills her pumpkin juice on the hem of my skirt. I return the favor by "accidentally" spilling the entire bowl on her head.

This earns me a thirty minute time-out in the corner, courtesy of my mother. I think my father was impressed though. He couldn't stop laughing and he was still smiling when we got home.

I don't think I was ever invited to another ball again.

On my brother's eleventh birthday, he received a letter written in emerald ink. Dad told me that it was an acceptance letter to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Scorpius was ecstatic. I swear he ran around the garden about a hundred times before he tired out. "He had the energy of a herd of Lyras", mum had said.

The next day, my parents brought Scorpius and me to Diagon Alley for the first time. There were hundreds of shops I had never seen before. Some sold delicious candies I had never heard of and some sold the weirdest trinkets I didn't even know existed.

Weasleys' Wizarding Wheezes was my favourite. My father refused to accompany me into the shop so I took my brother instead.

Note to self: never take your brother shopping as he may run into a certain red-headed girl whose uncle happens to own the shop, and you might as well spend the rest of the hour listening to his poor attempts in making a conversation that ends up in nothing but a bunch of stuttering.

The night before Scorpius left for Hogwarts, he came into my room and shook me awake. I was very grumpy because he happened to interrupt a very nice dream of mine wherein I was queen and Peony Parkinson was my indentured servant.

Scorpius told me that he was terrified of not being sorted into Slytherin. Dad had been sorted into the house when he was eleven and so was mum.

I remember what dad had told me when I had asked him a similar question. I told Scorpius that no matter what house he got sorted into, he is still my brother and I will love him no less… unless he gets sorted into Hufflepuff.

I still think I made him a lot more scared than he already was because he slept beside me that night. I really didn't mind except he kept hogging the blanket. Annoying.

A week later, Hermes, the family owl, arrived with a letter from Scorpius. He got into Gryffindor.

Then my father did the last thing I expected him to do. He cheered. He hugged mum and me tight and bought us all ice cream after lunch. I had never seen him that happy.

Christmas break arrived quickly and soon Scorpius had returned. I remember that he brought me a chocolate frog. The card that came with it was Harry Potter. I asked dad about it and he got awfully quiet all of a sudden. Mum told me all about Harry Potter instead.

At the eve of December twenty-fifth, Scorpius had received a letter from his friend, Albus Potter, whom he had met in Hogwarts. Albus had asked if we would like to spend Christmas Eve with his family and his cousins.

Mum said we could go but dad got all quiet again like last time. He sat on the couch and just stared at the fire while mum and Scorpius rushed to get ready, so I brought him his jacket and helped him wear it. He smiled a little and kissed my forehead. I held his hand and didn't let go until he was okay.

We flooed to a place called the Burrow where I met Albus and his siblings Lily and James. Scorpius also introduced me to the red-head who I had remembered, was from the shop in Diagon Alley. She said her name was Rose. Rose introduced me to her brother, Hugo. Hugo and Lily were my first friends.

Two packages appeared under the Christmas tree the day after. It was a pair of Nimbus 3000s addressed to Scorpius and me from our grandparents. Dad got really angry and rambled on about how our grandparents dare think that he, our father, could not afford to buy us, his children, a measly pair of brooms. Mum calmed him down and told him that perhaps it was about time that we had gotten to know our grandparents. She thinks that the gift was just them trying to reach out to us. Dad grumbled a bit but agreed with her, so that afternoon, we travelled to the Malfoy Manor.

My grandmother was probably the prettiest woman I had ever seen, besides my mother. She had golden hair that cascaded over her shoulders like a waterfall. She had these beautiful kind blue eyes that reminded me of the ocean. Dad told me that I look a lot like her except that I had my mother's hazel eyes.

Grandfather was a stern old man. His features were aristocratic and reminded me a bit of dad. While dad's features always lit up with happiness, grandfather seemed to only know how to frown.

Later that afternoon, grandfather joined me in the garden. He and I found a secret nest of fairies behind the old willow tree dad used to play in as a boy. I told grandfather about how fairies, though one of the prettiest magical creatures to ever exist, were not very bright. I had forgotten that the fairy I was holding could hear me, so I was gifted with a very large bite on my forefinger. I didn't really care even if the wound stung and that my palm was practically covered in my own blood, because for the first time, grandfather had done something he hadn't done in a long time. He smiled.

Grandfather and dad finally speak again and my grandmother sends me sweets often but sometimes, I am tempted to write to her not to send them through Hermes because mum always ends up eating all the candy before I can get a mouthful.

Scorpius is now in his third year and is planning to join the quidditch team. He says that Gryffindor would do well with him as their beater. That arrogant prat.

I had just turned eleven and received my acceptance letter. My grandfather took me to Diagon Alley last week. I purchased a beautiful barn owl which I now call Aurum. I would be sending my letters through him from now on.

My wand is a twelve-inch birch with unicorn hair as its core. My father says I can only use it in Hogwarts as I am still underage.

Speaking of Hogwarts, I leave tomorrow. This time it is I who is afraid of what is to come.

It was my turn to wake my brother in the middle of the night. He told me of Hogwarts and its grounds, the professors, and the classes I will be taking. He thinks I will enjoy it. I beg to differ.

What if the unthinkable happens and I get sorted into Hufflepuff?

This earned a hearty laugh from my brother and his assurance that that would never happen in a million years and that I am not that nice. I push him off the bed before he could finish his sentence. He thinks I will be sorted into Slytherin.

I am writing this letter from my brother's room. He is currently in deep slumber and is tossing about in his bed, occasionally mumbling the name "Rose" in his sleep. How precious (gags).

To whoever reads this, wish me luck! I promise I'll write soon as long as Scorpius doesn't steal another bottle of ink.

Until next time,

Lyra


Aaaand that is all. The next chapters are of Lyra and her experiences in Hogwarts. I may insert a few drabbles and one-shots in between chapters to stay posted. Thanks for reading :)