Before her ninth birthday Hailey Potter became sick, and the Dursley's didn't have a choice but to take her to the hospital, when she collapsed one day in school.
When she got to the hospital, a muggleborn witch, who was working undercover at muggle hospitals in case any muggle became sick or injured by magic, instantly recognized her and took her to St Mungo's to be treated.
But when the healer used a diagnostic spell to find the cause of her sickness, he found something very confusing. The girl-who-lived had a powerful glamour charm on her. The healer feeling a little concerned, removed it and was struck speechless.
Because before his eyes Hailey Potter changed. Her messy black hair became wavy and longer, and became even blacker. Her cheekbones became more pronounced and higher, her skin paler and softer and she grew in height. Her face became more angular and pointed, and her nose became more elven. Her eyes, which had been doe shaped, became more feline, and her lips rosier and fuller.
The healer, feeling slight panic, hurried and took a couple of pictures of her new looks and then made a blood test, to find out who she really was; and he almost fainted when the results came back. Because clear as a day on the parchment, stood;
Full Name: Lyra Iphigenia Alexandria Black-Malfoy-Potter
Date of Birth: The 31 July, 1980
Blood status: Pure-blood
Birth Mother: Iphigenia Camille Malfoy, deceased
Birth Father: Sirius Orion Black, currently in Azkaban
Adoptive Mother: Lily Marie Potter nee Evans, deceased
Adoptive Father: James Fleamont Potter, deceased
The healer simply stood staring at the parchment, before he finally snapped out of his shock, and he turned running towards Head Healer Merriweather's office.
Head Healer Merriweather was having quite the normal day at St Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries. At least, until one of his fellow healers came running inside with the most shocking news; the girl-who-lived was here, and she was… not a Potter? Taking the folder with the photos and the blood test, Healer Merriweather turned towards his fireplace, and with a handful of floo-powder and a yell of Ministry of Magic, the Head of the DMLE's office, he disappeared in a flash of green.
Madam Amelia Bones, the head of the department of magical law enforcement, was having a bad day. A couple of Auror's had made a large blunder, and had made the Minister yell at her for at least a half hour, and she had just managed to find some peace and quiet when suddenly her fireplace roared green and the head healer of St Mungo's stumbled out. Feeling irritated at the sudden intrusion she snapped before he managed to speak.
"What are you doing here? I have no time for some pity squabble or accident between some disagreeing witch or wizard!" the head healer gave her a shocked look, before straitening, and giving her a serious look.
"I'm afraid that this is more serious than that Madam."
Before Amelia could retort, the healer had dumped the folder containing the blood-test parchment and pictures at her desk, giving a small thud as it landed. Amelia gave the healer a questioning look as she opened the folder, and started to read.
She slowly lowered the folder after she had looked through the pictures, and gave the healer a shocked look.
"…what? Are you certain?" at the healer's nod, Amelia went back to the parchment
"but… how can it be? I mean, how could Hailey Potter, the girl-who-lived, daughter of James and Lily Potter, really be the daughter of Iphigenia Malfoy and Sirius Black? And why was she disguised as a Potter?"
Madam Bones were starring from the folder to the head healer, as she spoke. Her monocle had fallen of, and her eyes where wide with disbelief. The healer sat himself in the chair next to her desk, as he gave a large sigh.
"I don't know. What I do know is that I have a sick girl-who-lived, the apparent daughter of two of the most powerful and richest pure-blooded families, and the adopted daughter of another. After one of the healers found and broke the glamour, I was immediately notified and I made my way directly here with the results. Our job is to heal her, and then send her home but with…" the healer made a gesture towards the folder in Madam Bones hands "…that, I don't really know what to do. That's your department." Madam Bones gave a sound of agreement, as her gaze returned to the folder.
After sitting in silence for some time, she finally turned back to the healer.
"Go back to the hospital. Cure Miss Pott- ah I mean Miss Malfoy-Black-Potter, and keep her there until I contact you. I'm going to inform the Minister, and her… grandparents, about all of this. I will also begin an investigation regarding how this happened. I'm certain that Lord Black and Lord Malfoy will not be happy, least of all with her growing up with muggles away from them. And they will especially not like the fact that she has existed without their knowledge." The head healer gave her a nod as he turned towards the fireplace, and with a flash of green he disappeared, just as Madam Bones head hit her desk as she gave a suffering noise.
"Why? Why today of all days?"
The Minister for Magic, Cornelius Fudge was sitting at his desk, having a normal and simple day with only the blunder at the Auror Office as a point of stress. Everything was going fairly easy, which really should have been a clear sign that something bad was going to happen. His calm was disturbed by his secretary, Miss Marple as she opened the door to tell him that the Head of the DMLE was here to see him, about something that was clearly urgent. With a disappointed sigh, his day had been calmer than usual, Fudge nodded for her to let her in. Madam Bones face as she entered stopped any kind of irritation of her disturbance, as a worried and nervous feeling appeared instead. Clearing his throat, Fudge braced himself.
"Amelia, to what do I own this pleasure?" Madam Bones gave him a sharp look, as she sat herself at the chair near his desk, and placed a folder in front of him.
"I'm afraid this isn't a social call, Minister. The head healer from Sankt Mungos appeared in my office some minuets ago, with some… concerning news" At his questioning look, she opened the folder and showed him the pictures as she explained.
"According to the head healer, the girl-who-lived, Hailey Potter, was taken in to St Mungos for a rare wizarding sickness from a muggle hospital. There, a diagnostic spell was made to fully know the sickness, but it showed something far more concerning then that. Miss Potter had a full bodied glamour placed on her." That brought Fudge up short.
"What? A full body glamour? Why would someone place that on her?" Madam Bones gave him a suffering look.
"I was just about to get there" at Fudge's embarrassed face, she continued to explain.
"The glamour was hiding something very… troubling. It would seem as Hailey Potter is not in fact a Potter at all." Fudge moth dropped open.
"You can't be serious!? The girl-who-lived, not a Potter?"
"I'm afraid there is no doubt Minister. The girl, according to the blood test is considered the Potter heiress, with all that entails; but she is only a Potter by blood-adoption." Amelia gave a long suffering sigh, as she started to arrange the pictures on Fudges desk, as Fudge himself pulled out his handkerchief and dabbed nervously at his forehead.
"Well, even if this is very… surprising news, it does not change her status as the girl-who-lived. After all, who cares if the Potters adopted a girl, instead of having one themselves. She is still their daughter. Who would care about her true origins?" Fudge gave Amelia a nervous smile, as he put the handkerchief back in his pocket. However, Amelia gave him an icing glare as she slammed the blood test over the pictures, making Fudge jump in his chair in surprise.
"I'm certain that the Lords and Ladies Malfoy and Black would care a great deal, as it is their granddaughter we are talking about!" Fudges smile disappeared just as quickly as it had come. As his eyes read the words on the parchment, he gave a choking sound as he shakily pulled out his handkerchief again to wipe his beady forehead. For awhile, Fudge was simply frozen, as he continued his nervous dabbing. Finally, he crocked out something that sounded like a chocked laugh as he turned his eyes to the head of the DMLE.
"…I don't know what to say… how can the daughter of Iphigenia Malfoy and… Sirius Black… be disguised and blood adopted by the Potters… without anyone's knowledge?" Amelia simply shook her head in defeat.
"I don't know Minister. What I do know however, is that we need to contact the Blacks and Malfoys and inform them of… the new addition to their families. And then is the matter of Miss Malfoy-Black-Potters housing, and we need to start an investigation on how all this happened. I also know that the Lords and Ladies Malfoy and Black will not be happy about the fact that their granddaughter was hidden and raised not only without their knowledge, but most importantly by muggles." Fudge, who had paled at the beginning, had slowly sunk deeper into his chair, as he took a shaking breath and twisted his hands in his lap.
"I… will inform Lord Black and Lord Malfoy, perhaps it would be for the best if the head healer from Mungos arrived and spoke with them as well, while you start your investigation." Amelia nodded, and stood up. She gave Fudge a nervous look, before she exited his office.
As the door closed, Fudge drooped his head onto his desk, and gave a suffering whimper.
"Why? Why just today?... Why me?"
"Master, the Minister for Magic is floo-calling in your office. He says he need to speak to Master, that it's something very important." Abraxas Malfoy sighed, as he slowly lowered the Daily Prophet and gave his house-elf a suffering look.
"Are you certain that it's me Fudge wants to talk to, and not my son, elf?" The creature flopped his large ears as he nodded.
"Minister said that he needed to speak to Master Abraxas Malfoy at once at his office at the Ministry. Also that he should bring Mistress Camille Malfoy."
Abraxas gave a frustrated sound as he dropped the prophet at the table.
"Very well. Inform my wife. I will make my way to the floo." With a bow and a squeak of "Master" the house-elf popped away, as Abraxas grabbed his cane and put on a cloak. When he arrived at the floo, his wife was already there, dressed and looking very confused.
"Abraxas, what do you think that the Minister wants?" Abraxas grabbed a handful of the floo-powder and turned and gave his wife a pained look.
"I don't know dear, but if it's something regarding Lucius and all that money he has been 'donating' I will not be happy. I will not have any part in our son's investments." Camille gave him a fond look, as she grabbed a handful of powder herself.
"Well, we will just have to wait and see what happens." Camille gave him a wink and smirk as she flooed away. Abraxas gave another sigh as he moved forward. Why is it that I can never have a single day off? Why me?, thought Abraxas as he stepped into the fireplace, and with an "Ministry of Magic, Minister of Magic's office" he disappeared in a flash of green.