Like I said in the last story, not good at the hospital stuff, no matter how much Grey's Anatomy I watch. So just bear with me! x

"Who's gonna colour your blue sky?"

~ Poison In Your Mind, Powderfinger.

Ch 3.

Lyra

I'm not going to say it wasn't painless, because it was.

But I, I had experienced worse pain than this, pain I had barely lived through. This, today, was the reason I had lived through the pain.

I hadn't gotten the chance to look at her yet, only to hear her cry. The doctors had whisked her away from me as soon as she was fully out. She wasn't very premature, but she was premature, and they needed to check if she was okay.

She. I only knew my baby's gender.

I feigned sleep as I lay in my room, just wanting to let something consume me until I could see her, until I had a real reason to live.

I couldn't cry anymore, as the whole time, from when Mum had dragged me to this horrid place, the whole process of checking me up, to the caesarean I had had to have. But my eyes were dry now.

I heard distinct voices around me, Mum, Dad, Al and Dom, I decided, they were trying to wake me.

"Rose," Mum said softly.

I kept my eyes closed.

"Come on Rose, wake up," Dad said just as softly.

Still, I kept my eyes closed.

"Rosieeeee!" Al groaned.

Ugh, Al had always been a whinger.

"The baby, Rose, you've got to see her," Dominique said, sounding slightly hysterical.

At this, my eyes snapped open. It was dark out the window; I must have actually fallen asleep since the eventfulness of this morning.

"Where is she?" I said, panicking.

Then I heard the chirpy voice of the young blonde midwitch, who, I noticed, was walking in the room.

"Here she is Miss Weasley!" she said.

I had eyes for nothing other than the small bundle of blankets in her arms, my baby.

"She's okay, she was a bit sick for a while there, but only because you were quite clearly very sick, Rose. However – "

My heart sank.

"She's going to be tiny, she going to be short, average size if possible, and skinny, very skinny. Considering your fragile state, this should not be a surprise."

She gave me a sort of cold look, but continued.

"Well, Rose, congratulations on a happy baby girl," said the midwitch, placing the baby in my arms.

I looked at my little girl, who lay there asleep. In a matter of seconds though, she opened her eyes. They were a piercing blue, which perfectly matched her white-blonde hair, Scorpius' hair. Her pretty little face, even in youth, looked angular, like his, but still had the same heart-shape as mine did.

"She's perfect," I cried, tears in my eyes.

My family looked at me happily, and Dad excused himself by holding up his mobile phone, as if to say he was going to call everyone.

Intruding, in a way, the midwitch was still there.

"Lyra," I said, half to her, half to myself, "her name is too be Lyra. Last name Malfoy."

She looked at me strangely, as did everyone else in the room, but no one said a word, and the blonde midwitch left quietly.

"Malfoy?" Dad asked weakly, as Mum elbowed him in the ribs.

I just ignored him and stared into Lyra's eyes.

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Myself and Lyra were out of the hospital the next day, and we had been invited to stay at The Burrow, along with my parents. As I put her down to sleep that night, after breastfeeding her, I was all prepared to go to bed myself, it had been a long couple of days and I just really really needed some sleep.

The doctors had wanted me to stay in hospital longer, just to watch over me, but I knew I was going to be fine, well, as fine as I could be, without Scorpius.

I looked at Lyra, only just two days old, the tiniest baby I had ever seen. She didn't need a father, I decided. She would survive with just me, and she looked enough like me to pass off as just some fling to people I wasn't intimately close with. Wow, that sounded bad. But Lyra was beautiful, she was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen, and I knew plenty of Veela. Scorpius wouldn't know her; she was going to be healthier without him.

As I turned out the light, and shut her door, I decided I would have manners and go down and say goodnight to my family.

Mum, Dad and Grandma Weasley were at the table in the kitchen, Uncle Charlie was raiding the fridge; he visited Grandma quite often since Grandad had died.

When Grandad died, when Scorpius had helped me through it.

They had obviously been talking about me, as everything fell silent as they spotted me.

I smiled awkwardly, "night everyone."

"Night, love," was the chipper chorus that came back, as I laughed weakly, and turned around.

Suddenly, I heard Dad's voice.

"Lyra Malfoy," he said coldly, a change from two seconds ago.

I took a deep breath a turned to face him.

"Yes Dad, Lyra Malfoy, problem?"

I had been suspecting that there was a storm brewing, ever since I had left Scorpius.

"Yes, actually. I want to know why you would name your child Malfoy when you are a Weasley!" he shouted, standing up and pointing a finger at me.

"Ronald!" Grandma cried, as Mum stayed silent.

I looked at Mum and Grandma before replying. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Charlie disappear into the backyard, seconds later there was a crack.

"She's just as much Scorpius' as she is mine!" I gasped.

"Oh, and I am so sure you were going to go take her to see him every bloody second day!"

"Dad," I said, getting angry now, but still putting on a calm-ish facade, "you don't know how it feels to leave someone, to be left even."

"I think you'll find I may."

This was when I got well and truly angry.

"NO YOU DON'T KNOW HOW IT FEELS DAD. YOU'VE ALWAYS BEEN HAPPY IN YOUR LOVE LIFE, YOU AND MUM ARE PERFECT, SO DON'T PRETEND."

This was when Mum began to sob quietly.

"It's okay Hermione," Dad said softly, before turning to me.

"Alright Rose, do you want to hear the story of how I left your mother during the largest war the wizarding world has ever seen? How I had to find my way back to her and Uncle Harry, then how she wouldn't speak to me for days on end?"

I looked at him, understanding colouring my emotions. So these were the stories of that camping trip; which were rarely, if ever, told.

This was territory you didn't cross.

"I'm sorry," I said quietly, before slowly trudging up the stairs into my room.

I don't know if I liked this chapter, it was very rushed. But review and let me know? A bit of calm coming our way now, well, as calm as Rose's life can be. So review and let me know your thoughts on this chapter, and hopefully next chapter will be better quality writing than these past couple have been! x