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CHAPTER 1: Off to Hogwarts

I had never cared about what other people thought. You only live life once, so why should you worry about what other people want, what they think you should be? It's my life and I'll live like I want: full speed ahead, with extra sides of reckless insanity and wild abandon. See, I like thrills. I love the rush that comes with stuff like sky diving or bungee jumping (both of which I've done. Thanks Mum for talking Father around!). But there's one thing I've never risked: my heart. I've never been in love. Boys are off-limits and to be avoided at all costs. I've read enough books, Muggle and Wizard, where the girl gets her heart broken. I've never wanted to swoon over a crush or feel the passion of love. So why should I start now?

"Lyra, come here!"

I groaned. I did not want to leave the warm comfort of my bed, but where's the fun in that? Oh yeah, another hour of sleep.

"Lyra Caelum Malfoy, get out of bed this instant! You are going to be late to the train!" Mum called again.

My head shot off my pillow. Damn it, this was the day I finally left for Hogwarts, where my brother Scorpius had already been going for 2 years. I couldn't miss the train! I got out of bed the way I normally did, with a kick-arse ninja roll/ flip. Oh yeah, be jealous of my awesomeness. Be it.

After my ninja roll of the day I danced over to the small portion of my walk-in closet dedicated to Muggle clothing. Well, the part my father knew about. My mum, while still pureblood, secretly loved Muggle things like their clothes, make-up, movies, books, and even their cars. I shared this love and we had spent many hours sneaking away to Muggle stores for clothes. I had already packed many of my favorite, forbidden outfits in my trunk along with my set of Muggle fairy figurines (so laughably off from the true thing that it was, well, laughable) and my iPod, which Mum had charmed to run off magic, not electricity. All I had to do was whisper Renovo into the space where it would normally plug in and it would charge.

I changed into one of my Daddy-approved outfits, which consisted of a boring black T-shirt, black jeans, and a pair of black trainers. I'm sensing a theme here, anyone else? My entire 'approved' Muggle wardrobe consisted of black, dark green, and silver. Yeah, my family's all been in Slytherin, in case you couldn't tell. After brushing my waist length, platinum blonde hair, I ran out of my room, dragging my trunk behind me. At the top of the large staircase down into the front hall of Malfoy Manor, I stopped and cautiously looked both ways, upstairs and down. Seeing no one, I silently ordered my trunk downstairs, some of my last magic before the Statute of Secrecy applied to me. It landed with a very quiet thump. After checking for witnesses again, I leaped onto the wide, spiral railing and rode it backwards all the way down, shaking with silent laughter and letting out quiet whoops.

I landed perfectly at the bottom of the stairs, right in front of a pair of perfectly polished black shoes. Uh-oh. I very slowly looked from the shoes up the pair of grey, pinstriped Muggle dress pants to the matching jacket, then finally up to the stormy grey eyes of my father, Draco Malfoy. I gulped, and looked back down at the shoes.

"Lyra Caelum Malfoy, I am very disappointed in you. Such lack of decorum does not suit a young lady of your rank." The words were mild enough, but the tone was not. I suspected the eyes wouldn't be either, if I had the audacity to look back up at them. I would have too, but I put on the appearance of a meek, perfect pure blood princess in front of my father so I would have better chances of sneaking out with Mum. In my mind, I was reciting the speech along with him. I had gotten it so many times. A young pure blood lady must always be dignified and cool headed. They do not (insert whatever I just did here.) They (insert the 'proper' way to do whatever I just did here.) I expect you to remember that next time.

And sure enough, he said, "A young pure blood lady must always be dignified and cool headed. They do not slide down stair rails. They walk nicely down the stairs, holding onto the rail. I expect you to remember that next time."

"Yes Father," I intoned dully. This was a common routine, seeing as I had no intention of acting like the proper pureblood lady he wished me to be, and that he somehow deluded himself into thinking I was, despite the almost daily talking to he had to give me. He knows nothing about me if he expects me to actually listen to him. In my mind, I silently made a resolution to make friends with every single Muggle-born, half blood, and blood traitor in the school, just to annoy him.

After promising him I wouldn't do it again (which I totally would) I was allowed to drag my trunk to the front door. From there, a couple of house elves levitated it into the silver Porsche we used when we had to go out to Muggle places. I slid into the car, behind the driver's seat, where my mother and brother were already waiting.

"Oh Lyra, what did you do this time?" asked Astoria Malfoy, otherwise known as my mother, gently as I huffed and crossed my arms. Her deep brown hair fell delicately around her perfect face, and her blue eyes were lively with suppressed laughter.

"What makes you think I did something?" I asked innocently, my eyes widening.

Scorpius laughed at me. His hair was the same platinum blonde as mine and our father's, though he also had grey eyes, while my eyes were the same bright blue as Mom's. "Because you look pissed and Dad looks slightly ruffled." He pointed to where the man in question was walking out of our large manor. It was true; Father only looked the tiniest bit upset, which for normal people would have been red-faced anger and stomping.

I sighed and uncrossed my arms. "I slid down the stair rail."

Scor laughed again. "Didn't you check for people first?"

"Of course I did!" I cried indignantly. "I'm not stupid!"

"That's debatable." I punched his shoulder right before Father opened the door. Ha, now he couldn't retaliate with our Taskmaster in the car! I grinned triumphantly, and then carefully rearranged my features into uncaring haughtiness as my dad looked behind me to back out of the driveway.

The car ride to King's Cross Station was spent in silence. I didn't have anything to say that wouldn't upset the Slytherin Prince and I had long ago learned not to ask for music on the radio. After the first lecture about how all things Muggle were beneath us, including their music, and about how we were only in this dirty Muggle invention because Apparating into King's Cross was illegal under Wizarding Law, I decided it was better to sit in silence. Scor was quiet because he would probably get himself in trouble the same way I would, talking about something forbidden to us perfect purebloods. Mother was quiet because that was the way Father wished her to be. All in all, it wasn't a very happy ride.

When we finally got to the station, I almost wept with relief. I grabbed a trolley and loaded my trunk and my new owl, Galadriel, onto it. My father hadn't caught the Lord of the Rings reference (I had sneaked into the movies with Mother) but Mum had given me a high five later. Galadriel was a golden yellow barn owl, hence the name.

We walked through King's Cross at a fast pace, hurrying towards the barrier. After checking for watching Muggles, my father escorted Scor through the barrier. Mother then grabbed my hand and we trotted towards the brick wall. I winced, waiting for the crash that never came. We were suddenly on platform 9 ¾ looking at the towering scarlet steam engine that was the Hogwarts Express. My eyes wide, I lagged behind my family, staring at all the other people. I hadn't really ever met any other kids my age before. We lived in the middle of nowhere, and the Zabinis (who visited occasionally) didn't count because Jared was Scor's age and hung out with him, no girls allowed.

I saw a tall girl, half black, half white, with floaty black hair and dreamy silver eyes. She was accompanied by a woman with the same dreamy eyes and floaty hair (though hers was blonde) and a tall black man. Another man yelled "Dean!" and the black man turned. My attention switched to the man who yelled. He had an Irish accent and was accompanied by a boy with sandy hair, identical to his father's. "Lavender couldn't make it-" was all I heard before the crowd swept me away. I saw two identical Indian women hugging as their daughters waved to each other. A man I assumed to be a professor bustled onto the train. A rather pompous sounding man was accompanied by a woman with a bouncy blonde ponytail and a daughter with brown pigtails. "Hufflepuff will be a great house for you, sweetie, just like your father and me!" said the woman, hugging her daughter as I passed. I saw two families greeting each other and this really held my attention. I'd always wanted more relations.

There was a man with messy black hair accompanied by a woman with blazing red hair. They were talking to a man with the same red hair as the woman and a woman with incredible amounts of bushy brown hair. Swarming around them were two boys with messy black hair, one with green eyes, one with hazel, a girl with red hair and hazel eyes, and a boy and a girl, each with auburn hair and blue eyes. As I watched, the boy with green eyes suddenly turned towards me. Our eyes locked. My stomach jolted. What was this feeling? It felt like, like oh I can't even describe it! My nerves felt like lightning, my bones felt like jelly, and my blood pounded in my ears. What was this? The boy turned to say something to his father, gesturing towards me. As the father turned towards me, I felt a hand grab my arm. I looked up.

"Daddy, I'm sorry. The crowd separated us and I couldn't see you anymore." I glanced back towards the family as Father towed me to where Mum and Scor were waiting. The boy looked astounded as his father whispered something in his ear. My view was cut off as the crowd swarmed around us.

"Alright Lyra," Father said to me. "You know the rules. Act proper. Don't associate with those below you. Get good grades. You should be in Slytherin, as Scorpius is." Scor grimaced behind Father's back. He had wanted to be in Ravenclaw. "Follow the school rules. Good bye." He let go of my arm. Not even a hug.

I turned to Mum. She embraced me. "You'll be fine sweetie. Good luck." Is it just me, or do those statements seem to contradict each other? She let go, wiping tears. "All my babies, off to school. What shall I do when you have gone?"

I smiled at her. "I'm sure you'll find something to do." I took a deep breath and walked over to the train as the whistle sounded. Scor and I heaved our trunks on and hopped on just as the train began to move. I waved to Mum as she grew smaller and smaller. I saw the black haired man from earlier jogging alongside the train, waving. I smiled sadly and wished Father cared enough to do that for me.

When I could no longer see Mum, I turned into the train. Scor had already disappeared, probably to find his friends. I'd have to find my own compartment. I started walking, dragging my trunk behind me. I looked in compartment after compartment. All were full. I sighed and looked down as I plodded on. Suddenly, I tripped over somebody's feet in front of me. As I tumbled forward, I dropped the handles of my trunk and planted my hands on the floor, turning a cartwheel to avoid landing on whoever I had just knocked into.

"How did you DO that?" I heard a shocked voice ask. I looked up to see the green-eyed boy from the platform on the floor with the red haired girl and the other back haired boy I assumed to be his sister and brother crouching beside him. They were all staring at me with wide eyes.

I looked at them seriously and said, "I'm a ninja. Don't tell anyone." I burst out laughing at their expressions, and then stuck out a hand to the boy on the floor. "I'm sorry for bumping into you. I wasn't watching where I was going." He took my hand, and I pulled him up easily, despite the fact that he was at least 5 inches taller than me and probably the same age as Scor. He looked shocked again. What? I use the weight and exercise room I had the house elves set up! (Don't tell Father, he doesn't know about it.)

The boy with hazel eyes laughed and said "I like you! I'm James, what's your name?"

I smiled and said "Lyra. How about you two?" I turned to the others.

"Lily and Albus," said the girl.

"Al," muttered the boy. "How many times do I have to tell you to call me Al?"

"Oh, another 2 or 3 thousand ought to do it!" replied Lily happily. "Get started!"

James and I laughed as Al looked murderous. A sudden thought occurred to him as he looked at me. "Hey, why do you still have your trunk?"

I blushed. "All the compartments are full. That's why I wasn't really looking where I was going. I'm tired from dragging my trunk up and down the train, despite my awesome muscles." I grinned and flexed.

Lily smiled. "Why don't you come sit in the family compartment? It's kind of full, but I think we can fit one more in."

I beamed at her, relieved. "That would be great, thank you!"

I followed them further down the train. They stopped by the last compartment. James turned to me. "I am warning you, in all seriousness, that our family is huge. Prepare to be overwhelmed." He opened the doors with a flourish and strode in, proclaiming "What ho, fair travelers! Thou art in for a most pleasant surprise. May I present the Lady Lyra?"

I bowed, greeted by much applause. A boy with red hair and another with blonde leapt up and grabbed my trunk, swinging it easily into an overhead compartment. "Thanks!" I said, flashing them a smile. They staggered back, clutching their eyes.

"I've been blinded!" cried the red head, before I got too concerned. "This fair lady is too much for my poor eyes!" I laughed as they blundered around the compartment with their eyes closed.

"Oh, stop it!" said a laughing girl that I recognized as the other girl from the station. "Hi, I'm Rose Weasley. That idiot," she pointed to the red head, "is my cousin Fred and the moron is another cousin, Louis."

"OI!" they yelled. Rose just laughed.

"Okay, introductions!" James clapped his hands together. "Lily, Al, and I are Potters, the rest are all Weasleys, so I'm not going to bother with last names." I could feel everyone in the compartment look at me when he said 'Potter', but I kept my emotions hidden, even though I was squealing inside. These people were all related to the savior of the Wizarding world! That must have been the man with the messy black hair. James continued with the introductions. "Rose and Hugo." He pointed to the brother and sister from the platform. "Dom and Louis." From the blonde hair, I assumed they were also brother and sister. "Molly and Lucy." Two more red headed girls waved at me. "Fred and Roxy, who are twins." Fred bowed and kissed my hand. Roxy high-fived me. "Yeah, so I think that's everyone. I miss anyone? Going once, going twice… Okay, that's everyone!"

"Test, test, test!" chanted Louis. "Let's see how good your memory is!"

I rattled off the names, pointing to each person. I even added that Fred and Roxy were twins.

Louis stared at me. "You are my new hero!" he proclaimed. "I've never met anyone who could do that!" People who had been standing up sat back in their seats. There wasn't any room left, even in this giant compartment, so I sat on the floor in front of Rose. She began playing with my hair.

"Lyra, your hair is so pretty! But it seems kind of familiar…"

"I have a brother with the same hair color, maybe that's where you know it from?" I asked.

"Maybe. What's your last name again?"

"Malfoy." Everyone in the compartment froze, except Al. He looked as if this was not new information to him. I looked at the rest of them. "What?"

"Um, our parents were kind of your dad's mortal enemy at Hogwarts," Lily said awkwardly.

I relaxed. "Oh, is that it? That's okay, I hate him too. Stupid, pure blood perfectionist." The mood in the compartment grew considerably less tense.

"What house are you hoping to be put in?" Rose asked me.

"Anything but Slytherin: that's what my father wants for me. Scor wanted to be in Ravenclaw, but the hat put him in Slytherin unfortunately." I sighed. "Poor Scor, he really does hate the pure blood mania. In fact, Father is the only one in our family who cares. Mum and I sneak out and do Muggle things all the time."

"Really?" asked Fred. "Like what?"

I smiled. "Mostly shopping, but we also go to book stores and movie theatres and car dealers. Once, she actually persuaded him to let us, Scor too, go sky diving. Bungee jumping too."

Fred grinned at James. "Trust you to go out and find the coolest firstie on the planet." Turning to me, he said "You are officially my new best friend. We are going to have a lot of fun together."

I grinned wickedly. "Please tell me this fun involves pulling pranks. My life would not be complete if it didn't."

Fred beamed at me. "Okay, I repeat: you are the coolest firstie on the planet. Yes, we are the prank masters of this school."

I sighed happily. "This is going to be a fun year. Are you guys all in Gryffindor?"

Louis answered. "Yep, entire family. So was Teddy, ah Professor Lupin the youngest DADA teacher ever. Uncle Harry's his godfather and he's as good as related to all of us, though he's technically not. He's the fiancé of my other sister, Victoire. She graduated last year, another proud Gryffindor. She's in Auror training now."

"Wow, I wish I had a big family. Or at least a less suckish dad," I sighed.

"You don't want a big family," piped up Dom. "Do you know how complicated it is to buy Christmas presents?" Everyone laughed.

"There's some parts that rock, like always having someone to talk to, or somebody who's got your back, and some parts that suck, like lack of privacy and crowding," said Roxy. "You learn to live with it."

"Okay, down to business," James announced. Louis and Fred leaned in with eager grins. "What's this year's opening prank going to be?"

"What have you done already?" I asked.

Al laughed. "First year, they levitated the entire Slytherin table and benches 10 feet into the air during breakfast. JUST as the owls were coming in. I wish I'd been here to see that. Second year, they transfigured the Great Hall into a dance club. Last year, they charmed everyone's robes their house colors, except Slytherin. Slytherin's robes were ugly, bright, puke-inducing pink. It took the teachers a week to figure out how to undo it. So, what's it going to be?"

We sat there, deep in thought. I ran through several ideas in my mind, but rejected each in turn. Suddenly, I had it. "Yes! Guys, I've got it! You're going to love this…"

"Firs' years! Firs' years, over here!" I traded a slightly nervous glance with Lily, who was also a first year, and we followed the booming voice to its absolutely enormous owner. A giant man with wild black hair and a tangled beard beamed down at us. "Lily! Good ter see yeh! Who's yer friend?"

Lily pulled me forward. "Hagrid, this is Lyra. Lyra, this is Hagrid. He's the Care of Magical Creatures professor."

Hagrid smiled at me, his beetle black eyes crinkling at the corners. "Good ter meet yeh. Firs' years all here? Right, follow me!" Hagrid led us to a small fleet of row boats. "In yeh go. No more 'n 4 to a boat."

I got in a boat with Lily, the sandy haired boy, and the tall mixed girl. I smiled at them. "Hi, I'm Lyra, and this is Lily. Who're you?"

The sandy haired boy grinned weakly. "Patrick Finnegan." He looked like he was about to vomit over the side of the boat.

The tall girl smile serenely and said in a dreamy voice, "I'm Adele Thomas."

"What house are you guys hoping to be in?" inquired Lily.

"Gryffindor," they replied at the same time.

"Us too!" Lily and I exclaimed in unison. We all laughed, and Patrick looked less sick.

"Yeh'll git yer firs' view o' Hogwarts in a second!" called Hagrid. There was a collective gasp as the castle came into sight. It was magnificent, with light pouring out the windows and impressive towers rising against the starry sky.

"Duck!" came Hagrid's voice again. We ducked our heads as we passed through a curtain of dark green ivy. The boats ground against the beach and we hopped out. I grabbed Lily's hand and pulled her in the direction of the stone steps. She seemed about to faint. Hagrid knocked three times: Boom. Boom. Boom. The door was opened by a stern looking woman with her hair in a tight bun and her mouth in a thin line. "McGonagall," Lily whispered in my ear.

"Thank you Hagrid," she said. "I will see you at the feast." Hagrid walked inside and disappeared. "Come along, don't dawdle! Come inside!" We trooped in after her and grouped together in a large hall. "In a minute, you shall proceed to the Great Hall in a line to be sorted. Try to smarten up a bit." She turned and walked through a large pair of doors. We formed a line and walked in after her.

I could tell everyone else was nervous, but I was surprisingly not. After all, what was this to jumping out of an airplane with nothing but a thin sheet of nylon as your protection? I'd been through much worse.

We walked through the Great Hall to stand in a line before the entire school. I could feel Lily fidgeting next to me, but I simply stood there, calm as anything. We all stared at a frayed, kind of burnt looking brown hat sitting on a stool in front of us. A rip near the brim opened up and the hat started to sing:

Oh, I have been through quite a lot

Dangerous times you've never seen

This is nothing: worry not

It's not as bad as it might seem.

I simply look inside your mind

Look at things you've thought and said

Think and sort through what I find

In all that goes on in your head.

After all of this is done

(It really doesn't take that long)

I'll sit and ponder, every one

And decide where you belong.

You might be in Gryffindor

If you prove you're very brave.

Perhaps in Ravenclaw you'll soar

If it's knowledge that you crave.

Yet Hufflepuff may suit you too,

If it's loyalty you treasure.

Slytherin might be for you

If you have cunning beyond measure.

So sit right down and try me on

I'll soon have you sorted out

I'll put you each where you belong

With each house name that I shout.

The hat finished its song and bowed as the 4 house tables and the teachers applauded. It grew still as McGonagall pulled out a long parchment and began to read off names. "Anderson, Avery!"

Avery Anderson tripped nervously up the steps to the hat and put it on. It covered his whole face. The hat was silent a moment, then yelled "RAVENCLAW!" The Ravenclaw table clapped as Avery moved to join them, beaming. I zoned out as "Appleby, Karen!" walked up to the stool. I didn't have to pay attention until at least the L's. I thought about the prank we had planned instead. I was going to enjoy this very much.

"Malfoy, Lyra!" Whoops, there's my cue! I walked calmly to the stool and placed the hat on my head.

"Mm, what have we here?" said a voice in my ear. "Whole family's been in Slytherin, and I see a nice potential there for you too." Oh no! "But I think it's not the best choice. You're plenty smart and loyal, but you're mostly brave and daring. Yes, yes, I see what it'll have to be. Most unusual, a Malfoy in GRYFFINDOR!" Gryffindor was shouted, which I took to mean the hat had made its decision out loud.

There was a stunned silence as I took the hat off, but then the Potters and Weasleys began clapping and whistling and the rest of the Gryffindors followed their lead. I glanced towards the Slytherin table and saw Scor give me a thumbs-up. I waltzed over to sit between Al and Fred at Gryffindor table. Fred ruffled my hair as I sat and I stuck out my tongue at him. The Great Hall broke into a flurry of whispers as "McDonald, Francis!" walked up to the stool. I guess with our fathers being old enemies, I wasn't really expected to sit with the Potters. Oh well, the school can suck it up.

"Potter, Lily!" I watched Lily stumble to the hat. I could see her sweating. "Come on, you're in Gryffindor!" I whispered under my breath.

After barely 10 seconds, the hat screamed "GRYFFINDOR!" I felt Al and Fred both relax as Lily skipped over to our table, beaming. She slid in between Lucy and Roxy, sighing in relief. Her cousin Molly became the last Gryffindor and then the feast began. Food rose out of the gold dishes in front of us, appearing as if from nowhere.

"Cool," I muttered, eyes wide, then began piling my plate with everything in reach.

"Woah there, Lyra, slow down!" Fred laughed. "It's not going anywhere!"

"Yes it is. It's going in my stomach, as fast as humanly possible," I retorted, continuing to shovel food. "This is one of the few times in my life I can eat as fast as I want and no one cares. I always have to eat like a 'proper pureblood lady' at home." I made a face, and then recommenced eating. Don't judge me, I'm always hungry!

James leaned over to me after dessert and whispered quietly, "Do it now, while everyone's getting up."

I nodded and slipped up and over to the Slytherin table where my brother was sitting, just as everyone rose and began moving towards the entrance. I caught up with Scor and pulled his arm when Zabini wasn't looking. He looked down at me. I jerked my head left, and he nodded. We drifted casually left as Zabini continued straight.

"What?" Scor whispered as soon as we were clear.

"I need a favor. Can you let us into the Slytherin common room tonight, after everyone's asleep?"

He raised an eyebrow. "Who is 'us'?"

"Um, all the Potters and Weasleys and me."

He smiled. "One catch. You tell me what you're doing and then don't do it to me."

I stuck out my hand. "Deal." We shook on it, then I stood on tiptoes and whispered in his ear what our plan was.

He grinned wolfishly. "Oh, this is going to be so much fun. I already lock my clothes up every night after the Pink Robe Incident, so it won't raise suspicions if they can't unlock my trunk. All right, I'll do it. Everyone usually goes to sleep around midnight, so I'll meet you at one. Wait out of sight, so if there's anyone in the common room, I can tell them I'm sneaking out to the kitchens, then tell you guys to abort. See you!" He walked off, whistling cheerfully.

I gave Fred, James, and Al the okay sign where they were waiting by the doors. We were going to have a LOT of fun tonight.

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