May 2, 1987: There was a small 7 year old girl named Lyra walking down the road humming to herself. She was a girl tall for her age with long thick curly black hair and hazel eyes hidden behind square glasses to compliment her round face.

Lyra stopped to pick some flowers outside a huge mansion that her adopted siblings called 'Malfoy Manor.' She had never seen who lived there but there was a certain air of mystery around it. She heard a rustling and turned around to see a small pale boy with white blonde hair walking down the path from the house. He was smaller than her with a pointed chin. He stopped in his tracks when he saw her.

"What do you want?" he said in a drawling voice.

"N-nothing, sorry I was just lost in thought," Lyra stammered backing away slightly.

"Get away from here muggle. You shouldn't be around here." The boy shot back with coldness in his voice.

Lyra, not mistaking the contempt in his voice, she felt her cheeks flush as she turned on her heel and ran back down the road towards her house. She tripped over a protruding tree root but grabbed a branch that seemingly appeared out of nowhere and steadied herself and continued to run without looking back.

The boy, who say everything, looked after her curiously. Maybe she wasn't a muggle after all…

May 5th

Lyra was playing at the park in her neighborhood with her older sister, who had run up somewhere, and was swinging absentmindedly on the swing. She dragged her feet to stop and just sat there.

"Hey."

The voice came so suddenly Lyra jumped and fell backwards off the swing. She looked up to see the pale boy from before looking down at her. Fear filled Lyra as she started to scoot away from the boy.

"Are you a witch?" The boy asked, looking completely serious.

Lyra blinked, completely taken aback by the question.

"Well you are very direct aren't you? And a witch is a very rude thing to say." Lyra shot back still staring at the boy, who rolled his eyes in exasperation.

"I mean you can do magic right? I saw the other day, you made the tree branch move to catch you. Has anything else happened that you can't explain?"

"Well, yeah I guess, there have been a lot of times I should have been hurt by something but I manage to escape." Lyra said now curious.

"I knew it, you are like me. I am a wizard. So I am guessing that since you don't know what you are that your parents are muggles, uh non magic people." The boy said holding a hand out to help Lyra up. Lyra started to brush off the dirt not meeting the boys' eyes.

"Well, uhm, I d-don't know my parents. I'm adopted." She mumbled, her cheeks flushing. The boy was silent for so long that she looked up, meeting the grey eyes for the first time.

"Well, that's um…..I'm sorry." Said the boy and he sounded like he may actually mean it.

"I'm Malfoy, Draco Malfoy." He said extending his hand to her.

"I am Lyra Aston." Lyra said taking Draco's hand.

September 1987

Lyra had been hanging out with Draco everyday, learning about the wizarding world and getting to know each other. His family were called pure bloods, the most elite of wizards. Draco told her that since she didn't know what her parents were that she could be a half-blood or a muggleborn. Today she was told to visit Draco at home and if his parents asked that she was to say she was half-blood, though she wasn't sure why.

She nervously walked up to the door. This place was huge. She stared up at the huge pillars and windows. Lyra raised a shaky hand and knocked on the door. A loud echoing knock rang through the house. The moments dragged by as she waited. After what seemed like hours, the door slowly opened and a tall man with long white blonde hair, the same shade as Draco's opened the door and looked down his nose at her.

"And who, may I ask, are you?" He asked in a curious yet wary tone.

"U-uhm excuse me sir, b-but I am h-here to s-see D-draco." Lyra stammered while shrinking under the man's gaze.

"Lucius, don't harass Draco's friend and let her in." A stern, but loving looking woman pushed her husband aside and introduced herself. "I am Narcissa, this is my husband Lucius. Draco told us you were coming. Please come in." Her voice was cool, but not demeaning, Lyra thought as she entered the house.

As she followed Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy into the house Mr Malfoy looked at her and asked, "What is your blood status?"

"Half-blood," Lyra said a little too quickly. Mr. Malfoy sniffed but didn't say anything. Mrs. Malfoy led her down a dark hallway and stopped outside a room.

Knocking on the door she said, "Draco, your little friend is here."

Draco opened the door and smiled at Lyra, maybe the first time she had seen him truly smile at her.

"Come in," He said opening the door wider for her.

After the door had closed Lyra let out a long breath and sat on the bed. "I thought I was going to have heart failure."

"They like you."

"What?"

"They let you in and brought you to my room. They like you. If they hadn't they wouldn't have let you past the front mat."

June 1991

Lyra ran up the path to Malfoy Manor with a thick letter clutched in her hand. She Ran through the front door,she stopped knocking when they were 9, and sprinted into Draco's room.

"Draco!" She panted, "I got my letter! There is a professor at my house now explaining to my parents."

Draco looked up from the newspaper on his desk and looked at her pleased face with glasses askew and curls slipping from her ponytail. She had grown several more inches, She was all legs and was still as clumsy as the day they met but was very apt in magic already. He was still shorter than her but not by much anymore. He smiled and looked at the letter clutched in her hand.

"Good," He drawled, "You will be going with my mother and I then, I will have her write to Dumbledore and let him know."

"Thanks!" She said beaming.

Walking through Diagon Alley was amazing. Lyra was in awe at the huge buildings. Flourish and Blotts, the book store, she bought her school books and some other books for a bit of extra reading to catch up on the wizarding world. Lyra and Draco were getting fitted for robes when the bell tinkled and a small scrawny boy with messy black hair and glasses walked in. As soon as her robes were done and paid for, she went to go find Draco who was talking to the black haired boy from earlier.

"I don't think they should let the other kind in, do you?" Draco asked the small boy who didn't answer.

The other kind? Did he mean muggleborns? Did he mean me? Lyra felt disheartened slightly and walked outside to wait outside for Draco without listening to the rest of the conversation.