The Untold Story of Kyra Malfoy

"Looking back on it now, I suppose it was fate..." On one fateful night in August, 1979, Narcissa Malfoy stumbles upon a baby Muggle girl in an alley. She decides to adopt it, and claims to Lucius that it is the daughter of a friend who cannot take care of her anymore. Narcissa finally has what she wanted: a daughter. But is she aware of the price that she will pay for giving a Muggle the name Malfoy?


1. A Fateful Night

Looking back on it now, I suppose it was fate that caused everything to happen the way it did. It was a black, broken night on August 6, 1979, and Lucius and I had had another fight. We'd been married for three years and had been trying for some time now to have a baby, but it just wasn't happening. Upset and in quite a flustered state, I left our gray Manor and took a calming walk around Wiltshire. Lucius always hated it when I did this, fearing that I would end up fraternizing with Muggles, and so I therefore loved doing it.

I didn't end up walking around my usual route through the more crowded parts of town. Instead, I found myself in the alleys in the poorer section. I'd never been there before, yet my feet continued guiding me forward for some strange, unknown reason. It was then that I'd rounded a corner and met a ghastly sight.

Sitting on the damp, muddy ground against a brick wall was a young Muggle woman. She was slumped over with her forehead on her knees. Her hair was dark and greasy and pressed against her pale face. In her arms I noticed a small bundle wrapped tightly in a pale green blanket. My body turned cold when I realized that the woman wasn't moving at all, not even her ribcage.

Bending over and trembling with fear, I reached forward to move her arm so I could see if the baby was still alive. As soon as I touched her, however, she grabbed my arm and stared at me with frightfully wild blue eyes. She drew a shuddering breath, her body shaking uncontrollably, and she hoarsely hissed,

"Give her a better life."

The bundle in her arms began wailing then, and I breathed a sigh of relief that it was still alive. The woman's grip on my arm slackened and her arm fell to the ground and she slumped over again, lifeless eyes staring into nothing. Chilled, I reached over and closed her eyes, then took the crying baby in my arms.

Give her a better life? What was that supposed to mean? The child was a Muggle, no doubt. I supposed I could hand the child over to an orphanage, but then there would be questions...

I felt a tug on my hair and looked down to see that the baby had grabbed a fistful of it in its tiny hand. And in that moment, my heart melted. I quickly checked to make sure of the gender, and I smiled at the little girl in my arms. She had a small tuft of raven hair on her head, and she looked at me with silver eyes that reminded me of Lucius.

I knew that I couldn't give her up, Muggle or not. I could try and make Lucius understand -

No. I knew he wouldn't understand. The Dark Lord would surely kill him if he found out. Lucius would ask questions about where I found her, too, and of her blood purity. Neighbors would wonder as well. And -

But I didn't care. I had a baby. A child to raise as my own. Lucius couldn't be upset with that, could he? After all, he wanted a baby as much as I did.

And so, as I walked back to my gray, lifeless Manor, I concocted a relatively believable story about my little girl's history. Which was well, since I was instantly interrogated as soon as I stepped inside the Manor.

"Where have you - " Lucius stopped, staring at the bundle in my arms. "What is that?"

"It's a baby, Lucius," I softly replied.

"Where did it come from?" he asked stiffly and with a suspicious tone.

I sighed and caressed her cheek, making her coo slightly. "A friend of mine in Denmark - you wouldn't know her - well, her husband left her for another woman. And now she's been diagnosed with a grave disease that's killing her. She found me in town on broomstick and gave this baby to me, and told me to give her a better life."

The baby let out a happy, garbled noise, and Lucius' eyes softened. I angled her so he could see her, and he took a step forward with his hand raised. Then he stopped.

"What is her blood purity?" he asked.

"She is pureblood, of course," I sniffed, pleased that my tone sounded annoyed that he would doubt she was anything else. Inside me, my heart gave a painful squeeze.

He smiled. "What are we going to name her?"

A jubilant beam found its way on to my face, and I kissed my baby girl's tiny forehead. "I was thinking Kyra Estelle Malfoy."

Lucius made his way over to me and kissed my cheek, then smiled down at our Kyra and waggled his fingers at her.

"I know you wanted a boy - " I started, but he hushed me.

"She's perfect, Cissy," he whispered. "Our little Kyra."

My heart warmed and tears filled my eyes and I resisted jumping for joy as a rush of love for my husband filled my body.

"We'll raise her as our own," he continued. "She will never know that she's not of Malfoy blood. And neither will anybody else, if we can help it."

"She has silver eyes, like you," I supplied.

Lucius smiled and nodded. "Can I hold her?"

I bit my lip, scared for some reason that if he touched her he would know that she was a Muggle. However, I didn't want to arouse suspicion, so I handed Kyra to him. And what I witnessed took my breath away.

Lucius was not a very affectionate person. He was cold and cruel a lot of the time, but I was one of the very few that knew that that was just a front. He held up that exterior so he wouldn't be called weak. Ever since he'd joined the Death Eaters, I'd seen his true self less and less. But when he took Kyra in his arms and cradled her to his chest, looking at her with a warm, wondrous expression, I knew that I hadn't lost that side of him.

A few moments later, Lucius left to go purchase baby supplies and had Dobby place them in the empty room across from our bedroom. I laid Kyra in her yellow crib and kissed her gently, then spun the mobile that hung over her bed. And I smiled down at my little girl, my Kyra, and thought to myself how lucky I was.

Yes. I suppose fate had something to do with it.


Yet another story! This is a short, ten chapters and an epilogue long story, so don't worry. The chapters aren't very long either.

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~K