A/N: Give a shout out to my beta for this fic, ForestFire94. Thank you so much for helping me in beta-ing this fic, even though you quite busy with your RL. Truly, thank you so much, and thank you for dealing with my brain too :p

Chapter 1

"Children, this year we will have new a student with us, she has been staying St. Mungo for quite some time due to health issues, I hope that you welcome her and give her a hand when needed." Everyone started to look around and started to whisper each other, and wonder who it was. Everyone except for Hermione.

Flashback

"You can't just carry her all the way to the Great Hall!" Hermione said, her voice rising. Although she did try her best to avoid waking Lyra.

"Watch me, Granger!" Draco narrowed his eyes at her, his hand never leaving his sisters, afraid that she will leave him again.

Hermione had been watching how Draco looked after and cared for his sister, she leant back into the bench, "You really care for her, don't you?"

"You have no idea, Granger."

Hermione kept silent for a while, looking over at Lyra and something struck her. "Can I ask you something?"

Draco faced Hermione with narrowed eyes "What is it, Granger?"

"I've been wondering, why did her hand feel so cold when I shook it before?"

To say that she was shocked at his reaction was an understatement, the boy across from her went pale. But she guessed that with his twin in such a weak condition, she would have panicked too, although she wasn't prepared for this.

"No, no, no! Accio bag!"

Hermione looked at Draco, wondering why he was so panicked, before seeing something on Draco she never thought she would; tears. There were tears in his eyes waiting to fall. She made a mental note that if Lyra's hand was cold, then it meant the situation was dire.

Without wasting her time, she grabbed the bag and started to search through it, knowing that Draco wouldn't find anything with how frantically he was pushing things around, "What am I looking for?" Hermione said carefully pulling things out of the bag.

"Two potions, a blue and a red. I need the blue first." Draco's voice quivered. He couldn't let his sister fallen asleep, there was no telling when she would wake up; a week, a month, a year, or even maybe more. "Please, my harp, don't fall asleep. Please don't leave me alone again."

Hermione was shocked at hearing that exclamation from Draco, although he tried not to let it show, she knew that this was quite a personal moment for the brother and sister. Suddenly, she grasped a vial and pulled it out, letting out a breath when she saw it was the blue one, "Here, give her that while I find the red one."

"I need the red one within a couple minutes of the blue, please be quick." Draco said as she handed over the vial. He carefully tipped the potion into his twin's mouth, only for Hermione to hand the red potion over within seconds, that being tipped down her throat as well.

"Granger, hold her hand and tell me if her it is still cold or not?"

Hermione quickly leant forward and took hold of Lyra's hand, "No, her hand is warmer now. Just what has happened to her, Malfoy?" She asked, her eyes not leaving Draco, "If you want me to take care of her, I need to know what happened so I know what to look for and how to care for her properly."

He nodded his head reluctantly and kept his eyes on his twin, "She has been protecting me, ever since we were in the womb. She has been exposed to dark magic in order to protect me, suffering the consequences of that. Her body is now weak, and her leg, well, as you can see…" Draco lifted the quilt just a little to Hermione, before slowly letting the quilt drop, "It doesn't help either when a Death Eater tried to harm my mother and the…" Draco had to stop mid-sentence as he felt a ball of emotion well up in his throat, "When her hand turns cold, it means she will sleep for quite a while. Sometime she might only sleep for a day, maybe two, or sometimes even a month or worse case, she may not wake up for a year or more."

Hearing that made Hermione's blood turn cold. For someone to have suffered so much at such a young age. It made her respect Lyra that little bit more. She had the power to protect herself, her twin and her mother from inside the womb.

End flashback

"Malfoy, Lyra!"

Everyone froze at that name, except for Hermione. She looked around with wonder, her eyes widening at seeing Draco carry Lyra bridal style up to the chair with the hat, her head on his shoulder.

The professors watched the twins with sadness in their eyes, Hermione could tell all the professors knew about Lyra's condition. But what shocked her the most, was when she caught Professor Snape wipe a tear from his eye, trying to make sure that no- one noticed the motion.

"Lyra! She's out? She's out from ?" Hermione looked over at the group of red-headed Weasley's. She didn't expect any of them to have any sympathy for the Malfoys, at all.

"Wait, you know her?" Harry looked from the girl to Weasley's.

"Of course we know her," Fred said, looking over at Harry and Hermione.

"She was there when mother," George continued,

"Was about to give birth to Ginny." The twins both finished simultaneously.

"She's nice, but I feel so bad for her." Ron looked down at his plate for a moment before looking back up at where Draco was sitting on the stool, trying to his twin sister to wake up.

"What do you mean by that?" Both Harry and Hermione looked at Ron and the twins quizzically.

"She always gets sick, her body is weak and she sometimes sleeps for a week because of her condition. Even mother feels bad for her. Mother tends to visit her when she can and makes a sweater for as well." This time it was Percy who spoke up.

Both Hermione and Harry looked at the Weasley's in interest, though they were stopped from saying anything with they heard their houses name.

"Gryffindor!"

Draco looked down at his twin with a small smile, as much as he wanted her to be close to him and in the same house as him, but he knew she wouldn't survive in there. He was hoping that she would be okay in Gryffindor. At least he knew that there was someone there that would look after her and protect her. Someone to take care of her and make sure she was okay.

"Come on my harp, let's get you to your house, okay?" Draco whispered to her, only receiving a small nod in return. Again, making sure that she was comfortable in his arms, he carried her over to her new spot at the Gryffindor table.

Minerva and the other professors looked at the Malfoy twins with sadness, she was so small and fragile. Snape was more emotional than normal, although he tried to hide it well, if anyone focused on his eyes, they would see the emotions swirling around in them.

He looked at Draco and Lyra as his own children, he couldn't stand seeing the girl like this. And it made it worse by the fact he couldn't find a cure for her. His potions were failing him, and the girl.

"My harp, open your eyes, please. We are at your new table." Draco whispered to Lyra. She started to open her eyes and looked around at the people sitting at the table. She could see the Weasleys and Hermione. Then she caught sight of a raven-haired boy with spectacles and green eyes.

She could see that the boy was trying to discreetly study her. After all, it's not every day that someone who was as crippled her came to Hogwarts.

"Can you place me on the chair, my dragon?"

Draco nodded and gently placed her down next to Hermione, "I will return to my table now, and come back when you are heading to your dormitories. Is that okay, my harp?"

"Of course, my dragon" Lyra hold her twin hand and give him a squeeze but Draco only gives her a small smile. He felt a twinge of sadness when he unable to feel her hand squeeze. It so weak, and internally he is crying for his twin conditions.

Harry watched how Draco and his sister interacted with each other, noting just how different Draco was acting around her. Its as if he had done a complete three-hundred and sixty-degree turn. Completely different from the first time they had met him.

Hearing her voice put him into an almost trance. Her voice was so melodious and so small. He had never heard a voice like that before. He wished he could listen to her voice all day.

He mentally scolded himself for thinking about her like that. But then he looked at her again.

He like her blond hair and grey eyes, it was easy to see that she was a Malfoy, but it was also easy to see that she was different from Draco.

He saw the quilt covering her legs and how she never opened it, he watched as Draco carried her not only to the stool but then over to the Gryffindor table and realised that she must have been crippled. He looked at the girl again and wondered why he felt the overwhelming urge to protect her. And then she looked up and smiled at him.

The smile that was on her face was so soft, he wasn't expecting the feeling of protection that overcame him. He felt his hand twinge and wished that he could reach over and touch that soft smile, and keep her by his side.

Suddenly, he felt a jolt in his chest and he had to wonder what it all meant. He had never felt anything like this before. He looked over at the Weasleys and the smile they were giving him made him a bit scared. Wondering just what those grins meant.

"Hello Lyra, would you like something to eat? Mother told us that mushroom soup was one of your favourites, would you like some?" Ron asked, looking at Lyra with a bright smile. Fred, George and Percy all looking expectantly at her.

"That would be lovely, Mr Weasley. I would love some if you don't mind?" Harry looked at Lyra with wide eyes. There was no way that she could live on only that. She was already so thin and with how easily that Draco was able to carry her around the Great Hall, he could tell that she weighed as much as a dry leaf.

After the soup had appeared and been dished into her bowl, Fred and George made sure that she ate it slowly. Seeing this interaction made Harry frown. He knew that she wasn't strong, but to see the Weasleys so caring about a Malfoy was disconcerting.

Lyra looked over at Harry and gave him a soft smile, glad to see him return it, "I do apologise, it was rude of me to take so long to introduce myself. My name is Lyra Malfoy, and you are?" Slowly, Lyra held out a hand, hoping that Harry couldn't tell just how much it was shaking, which he did pick up on almost as soon as he saw it. He wondered to himself just how weak she was if she was struggling to simply hold up her hand.

"I'm Harry Potter." he held her hand gently and gave it a small squeeze. As soon as they stopped shaking hands, Hermione looked over and said, "Here Lyra, you need to drink your next potion." Harry frowned at the potions that Hermione was holding out, and seeing the grimace that Lyra let out, he guessed that they must have tasted awful. He murmured for a glass of water, and as soon as it appeared, he handed it over to Lyra. As soon as she swallowed her potions, she took and quick sip and drank it as quickly as she was able to.

From the professor's table, they kept shooting glances over at Lyra and the other Gryffindors. They all hoped that the Gryffindors could put aside their hate for the sake of the girl. Each of the professors had tears in their eyes, most of all, Minerva and Severus. Dumbledore looked at Lyra with a straight face, but inside he was trying to work out how he could help the girl study and participate like a normal student. He will have to make sure that Poppy knows what's going on and has all the potions that she will need for the treatment of the girl, if not, he will do what he can to make sure that she does have what she needs.

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