Introduction
This story is set in an Alternate Universe (AU). Sequel to The Malfoy Curse.
Synopsis: Lyra Malfoy, the heiress to the Malfoy family, has chosen to save herself and her fellow Slytherin's from a lifetime of pain in the service of the Dark Lord. What price will she and her friends have to pay for her defiance of the Dark Lord Voldemort?
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter nor do I make any money off of this writing. I do this work of fanfiction for fun and the enjoyment of myself, my readers, and the desire to learn through writing this how to become a better author.
Prologue
Diagon Alley, The Leaky Cauldron, London, England
July 31, 1991
Eleven-year-old Harry Potter sat on a bench in the Leaky Cauldron across from a half-giant named Rubeus Hagrid. The man had come to collect him from his guardians, his Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon, to take him shopping for his school supplies. Of course since Harry had never been told before that he was a Wizard, Hagrid had also become his impromptu guide on all things in the Wizarding World.
Harry had just finished learning about the evil man called "Lord Voldemort" whom had killed his parents and tried to kill him. He felt a little shaky and took a drink of his pumpkin juice in order to refortify himself. "But this man had followers?"
"Aye, that is for sure," Hagrid said, "You Know Who had many followers and not enough of them ended up in Azkaban if you ask me."
Harry thought that over for a moment and then asked, "Who were his followers?"
"Oh well there was the Lestranges. Three nasty sorts. They are in Azkaban. Then there was Barty Crouch Jr, Igor Karkaroff, Evan Rosier, Marcus Mulcibur Jr. Those are the ones that I am know went to prison," Hagrid told him.
"Right," Harry said softly, "And how about those that, eh, didn't go to prison?"
Hagrid frowned in thought. "I'd have to put that slimy snake Lucius Malfoy at the top of that list," Hagrid declared. "He managed to weasel his way out of a conviction and the same defense was used by many other Death Eaters. The Malfoy's have always been dangerous Harry, and their sort it is best to ignore."
Harry nodded his head in understanding though he did not completely understand. 'So I should avoid anyone with the name Malfoy,' he thought to himself. "What were the names of the other Death Eaters that didn't go to prison?"
Hagrid eyed Harry for a moment as though contemplating whether or not he should tell him. Then he nodded, "Aye, ye had best be prepared. Many of them have children, and those kids will be going to school with you. It would be good for you to know the trash from the good," he said. Then Hagrid began listing names. "Malfoy. Nott, oh Old Nott is a cantankerous old Wizard who believes completely in Pure-blood supremacy. If old Orran Nott had his way then you and I would not be allowed to even shop in Diagon Alley let alone go to school at Hogwarts," Hagrid explained. "Goyle. Crabbe. Parkinson. Flint. Avery."
Harry took in each of the names and he carefully tried to memorize each of them. He didn't want to associate with the children of Death Eaters. Considering what Hagrid had told him about Harry being the Boy-Who-Lived it worried Harry that some of these people might attempt to harm him. Dudley's friends sure didn't stop trying to harm him when Dudley wasn't around to lead the charge. In any case he really couldn't take the risk that these kids would be any different from their parents, could he?
He hoped that the girl he had met at Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions was not from one of those awful families. He had liked her. She had been kind and there was something about her that drew him in, made him want to get close to her. He hoped that he would be able to be her friend. He had gotten the impression that the girl did not really have many friends.