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~.~.~ Chapter 1

The spring equinox. One of the two times a year where day and night are approximately even. Where those of the older faiths celebrate the rebirth of the lands. Wild magic always runs high on this day and I firmly believe that it was what powered my transfer to this world, where skeletal horses flew and a dark lord roamed.

Backing up a bit, my name is Lyra Malfoy. I'm the first female to be born to the Malfoy line in the last several hundred years. Not only that, but despite my two very blonde parents, I was born with raven black hair and ocean blue eyes. It would seem that the blood of The Noble and Most Ancient House of Black - my mother's Narcissa Malfoy's birth family - decided to run strongly in me.

Genetics was always a funny thing. Not that my father - Lucius Abraxas Malfoy - would know. It's Mudblood knowledge and he, with his Pureblood supremacist mindset, would never deign to believe anything of theirs. What's inbreeding right? No, the only thing Lucius believed that afternoon I was born was his true and utter horror.

Horror you may inquire? Yes, for you see I was the first female to be born to the Malfoy line in the last several hundred years. I can almost see the deadpan look I'm getting for restating that. So I should probably explain why that's an issue.

Daddy dearest was - for all intents and purposes - a racist. Not against skin color, gender or even sexual orientation; but against non-magical beings. He lived, breathed, ate, slept, etc., etc., the ideology that he was GOD. Or at least the second thing closest to it. Magic, compounded with a lot of galleons, multiplied by being a Noble House of the Sacred Twenty-Eight, added by his admittedly objective good looks - I was always vaguely surprised that he chose to be a follower.

Though the charisma and power that Lord Voldemort *coughTomcough* purportedly wielded was enough for Father to be swayed. That as well as Grandfather Abraxas pushing him into the service before he died of dragon pox. Well, with Lucius' being himself - nothing but being said Lord's right-hand man would be acceptable. Of course when you're the assistant to a megalomaniac bent on wholesale genocide via mass amounts of torture - is it any wonder that you'd become a little stressed?

Unfortunately, that translated to a rather tense marriage. Love was not something Lucius or Narcissa equated with. For Lucius, Narcissa was an in to an even older House than his. The increased prestige was nothing to scoff at. She was also a good mule for his heir. For Narcissa, Lucius was an ambitious young man who'd keep her in the style she was accustomed to. That they were easy on each other's eyes helped. The thing is, a marriage of convenience didn't lend itself to strong bonds.

It was as the Dark Lord slowly, but surely went insane with his torn-up soul and the war was speeding to it's inevitable climax that I was born. And boy, when he saw that full shock of black hair did he gape. Granted, not something I was in a position to notice myself at the time, but pensieves are useful things. It was when it was announced that I was not the one hundred and two percent expected male heir that he snapped. Many accusations were hurled at his wife, mostly that of infidelity. He never stopped to calmly or rationally consider the situation. For of course, I'm the first female to be born to the Malfoy line in the last several hundred years. I'll stop saying that now.

As it was a home birth, he'd ordered the mid-wife to procure any and all spells and potions to verify paternity. I'm not sure whether I should be relieved or just shake my head that she'd already had those things handy. With each successful cast and bottle, Lucius inversely became more and more disbelieving. Finally, he called a halt.

"I can't deal with this. It's just - it's just not possible!"

And so the beginning of my young life was sealed with those words.