Chapter 4: The Chamber of Secrets
Her body will remain in the chamber forever.
Lyra Malfoy trembled as the words burned themselves into her mind. Some monster had taken her baby sister away into the Chamber of Secrets. Someone had taken Satyra. A gasping sob, brought her attention to her twin sister. Arya was not even trying to hold on to a shred of Malfoy dignity. She was weeping openly over their younger sister's fate.
Lyra didn't notice the tears that were trailing down her cheeks as she moved to Arya's side. Just as Lyra had reached her, Arya's legs seemed to give out. It was only by the intervention of Lyra and Professor Vector that Arya had not hit the floor.
"They need to go to the hospital wing, I think, Septima if you would please," Minerva McGonagall said in an evasive almost flighty way. It unnerved Lyra because she had never seen the severe matronly professor so undone.
She let Professor Vector take charge of Arya but she did not follow. Instead she asked, "What is to be done?"
"Done?" One of the Professor's asked of her. She recognized him as being in charge of Magical Art, an elective class. "My dear girl, the child has been taken into the Chamber of Secrets. There is nothing to be done."
"That…no…no that is not acceptable," Lyra managed to get out despite her shock that these professors seemed to think that nothing could be done. "No, that monster took a student, it took," she paused trying to keep back her tears. "That is my sister down there! I demand you tell me where this Chamber is and I'll go myself to get her back."
Professor McGonagall shook her head sadly and then looked to Professor Snape. Lyra felt her Head of House move into a position closer to her, but she could barely focus on his position, could only think about Satyra and how to somehow save her.
"Miss Malfoy, please understand that we do not know where the entrance to the Chamber is. If we did, then we would have already rid the school of this monster. I am sorry my dear girl. So very sorry," McGonagall's voice wavered and nearly broke on a sob at the end. Tears were in the matron's eyes and it was all too much for Lyra.
"You're sorry?" Lyra was flabbergasted. "You're sorry. Sorry is not going to find my sister. She could still be alive right now and you are not doing anything to try to find her. You aren't trying at all. You, you cowards!"
She felt hands upon her upper arms then, the contact was both firm but soothing. She instantly knew that it was her God-father, Severus Snape the Head of Slytherin House, who held her. She still could not calm though.
"Do something! Or give me a lead, tell me where to go so that I might find the Chamber. I have to save Satyra!" her voice fell to a sob as she said her sister's name.
She felt herself shaken then and she was then turned around to face Professor Snape. She blinked up at him, tears swam in her vision and poured down her cheeks as she reached out to him. "Uncle Sev, please," but please what? 'Save Satyra. Don't let Satyra be dead. Please mother magic if a Malfoy must be sacrificed then let it be me and not Satyra.' The thoughts ran through her head as Severus pulled her into a hug. She buried her face in his robes and began to sob, unable to control herself.
"I have you," Severus murmured to her as he held her close. "Minerva I will take her to the infirmary."
"Poor dear, she is overwrought. Not that I blame her," Pomona Sprout said in compassion for the poor girl.
Harry Potter watched from beneath the safety of his invisibility cloak as Lyra Malfoy begged the teachers to help her to help her sister. He watched the tears fall from her eyes and felt lead form in the pit of his stomach. The last time he had seen tears in her eyes had been in first year when they were on the train to Hogwarts, but it had not been quite like this. It had not felt this devastating. She had managed to control herself then, but now the tears fell and he knew she had lost her cool and aloof control.
He kept silent watch as McGonagall talked to her as though Satyra Malfoy were already dead, as though it were fact. He felt righteous fury rise in him at that. They didn't know that Satyra was dead! They didn't know anything and yet they were doing nothing, no matter how Lyra begged them.
He silently followed Professor Snape as the man led Lyra away. He kept his steps light so that the more observant Professor would not hear him. He had little to worry about though, Snape's attention was completely focused on the weeping Malfoy heiress.
Harry nearly feared that Snape had heard him when he glanced back behind them, but then Snape turned his attention back to Lyra and he lifted the girl up into his arms. Harry gaped a moment in shock at the tender expression that briefly graced Snape's face. It was gone in a flash and Harry was sure that if he had not seen that look with his own eyes he would never believe that the Greasy Git could look at someone in that way.
Once Harry recognized that Snape was really taking Lyra to the infirmary, he ceased to follow them. He leaned against the wall for a moment and thought hard on what he had heard. Satyra Malfoy had been taken into the Chamber and if no one did anything then she would be dead soon.
His mind flashed back to Lyra's face as she had begged the faculty to save her sister. Tears streaming from her gray eyes, turning them silver. Her face alive with more emotion than he had seen from her since he had met her and she had tried to befriend him in Madam Malkin's Robe Shop. He then thought of her face as she was picked up by Snape, grief, deep and horrible heartbreak.
He pushed off of the wall and ran toward Gryffindor Tower. The plan was forming in his mind as he ran. He needed to act and fast. He knew where the entrance to the Chamber of Secret's was. He knew how to open it. He needed Ron to help him go to Lockhart. The DADA Professor might be in love with his own fame, but he was still a skilled Wizard to have done all that he wrote about in his books, right? He might be their only way to save Satyra Malfoy.
He nearly swore when he reached the portrait of the Fat Lady having forgotten that he still had his invisibility cloak on. He swiftly took it off and then almost yelled the password at her.
"My word!" the Fat Lady said in shock, but Harry didn't care. She opened the door letting him into the Gryffindor Common Room.
He scanned the room swiftly until he spotted Ron staring at a chessboard. Too few were willing to play chess with Ron anymore. Probably because the red-head always won. Well, except against Percy. Harry snickered briefly at the thought but it swiftly fled with the reminder of Lyra's tears and what was at stake.
"Ron, I need your help!" Harry exclaimed to him as he jerked on Ron's arm pulling the other boy from his chair, oversetting the chessboard in the process.
"Oiy, Harry!" Ron exclaimed. "What's the rush?"
"I'll tell you everything on the way, but you need to come with me right now!" Harry ordered his best friend even as he led the boy out of the Gryffindor Common Room.
Harry explained everything he had seen on their way to the Defense Classroom. He was startled for a moment by Ron's callousness. "Well, it would serve the Malfoy's right, wouldn't it?" he had said and Harry had paused to glare at him.
"She's just a child, a first year," Harry had hissed at him. Ron had remained defiant as Harry had said, "She's never done anything bad to you," but he caved when Harry added, "How would you feel if it were Ginny?"
That had got Ron moving again and his face set into a new mask of determination. Harry was just relieved that Ron was now on board with his plan to get Professor Lockhart to help them save Satyra from the Basilisk.
The boys frowned in confusion when they noticed Lockhart was hastily packing. "Going somewhere?" Harry nearly snarled at the man. The coward! Was he just going to run? Didn't he care that a little girl had been taken into the Chamber of Secrets by the monster?
Between Ron and Harry, they forced Lockhart to accompany them down to Moaning Myrtle's bathroom and they made him go down into the Chamber first. Harry thought himself an absolute fool that he had not seen it coming sooner. Of course, Lockhart would attempt to take one of their wands. He supposed he should count himself lucky that it was Ron's broken wand that had been taken. The cave-in forced him to go on alone without Lockhart or Ron to help him.
He was an idiot! A complete fool! First, he had failed to see that Lockhart would take one of their wands and then he had let his wand be easily taken up by Tom Riddle, an apparition that was growing in power.
As Tom explained it; Satyra Malfoy had been disappointed not to be sorted into Slytherin House. The girl had become a Ravenclaw instead, like her sister Arya, but Satyra had longed to be a Slytherin to please her father Lucius. The girl had suffered his great disappointment over her sorting into Ravenclaw House and she was hated by her fellow Housemates. The other girls in her year, except for one, were scared to have anything to do with her. Satyra had not wanted to reach out to her older sisters, because she felt she had to prove to them that she could keep up with them.
Satyra had poured all of her sorrows, her hurts, and her longings into an enchanted book that had been owned by Tom Riddle. This allowed Tom Riddle to thrive, become strong, and begin to take control of young naïve Satyra. She had, under his power, opened the Chamber of Secrets and controlled the Basilisk. With Satyra's death, Tom Riddle would be strong and fully alive once more. It was a type of magic that Harry had never heard of before, but that was not the worst of it.
The worst part was when Tom Riddle revealed that he was Lord Voldemort.
When the Basilisk was called forth, Harry did the only thing he could do, he kept his eyes away from its deadly stare and he ran away. He was surprised when Fawkes, Professor Dumbledore's Phoenix familiar, came flying into the room along with the sorting hat. It dropped the hat at Harry's feet and then proceeded to attack the Basilisk blinding first one eye and then the other, saving Harry from its terrible stare.
As Tom Riddle screamed in rage at the damage done to his minion, Harry drew Gryffindor's sword from the sorting hat. He ran when Riddle ordered the Basilisk to use its other senses to find Harry. He hid himself from the Basilisk until it passed him by in the tunnels. Then Harry sought a way back to Satyra Malfoy.
He didn't feel very courageous as he faced the might of the Basilisk again from atop the great statue of Salazar Slytherin. At least, he assumed it was Slytherin himself. He felt fear churning inside of him. He had almost run away yet again before he had climbed atop the statue. Only the memory of Lyra Malfoy's tears and the bitter thought that time was running out had forced Harry to climb high hoping that getting up higher would help him to somehow defeat the monster and save Satyra.
'Now,' he thought as he jerked his arm up, stabbing the basilisk through the roof of its mouth with the Sword of Godric Gryffindor. He cried out in pain as one of the Basilisk's jagged teeth sunk into his arm. He gripped his arm and gasped in pain even as the Basilisk began to wilt toward the ground, writhing in its death throes.
He heard Tom Riddle scream in rage at the loss of his great weapon even as Harry managed to fumble his way down from the top of the statue and he fell to his knees beside Satyra and the diary book. Harry drew the tooth out of his arm with a great grunt of pain as he listened to Tom Riddle begin to gloat about his victory.
"It doesn't matter anymore. You cannot save her," Tom Riddle gloated and Harry tuned out the rest of the man's petty speech as his mind raced for an answer. There had to be a way he could save Satyra. Lyra would be so sad. She would never get over Satyra's death. He just knew it. She would never smile again, he was sure of it.
His mind again thought of Lyra Malfoy with desperate tears streaming down her cheeks as she said the word "Do something!" and so he did. Harry took the only weapon he had at hand, the tooth of the dead Basilisk and he opened the book. It had started with the diary so maybe, just maybe, it would end with it as well.
Tom Riddle seemed to realize what he was going to do before he did it. The apparition took a step forward crying out, "Don't!" but Harry did not heed him. He stabbed into the book and black ink came bubbling out as though it were blood. He stabbed the book a second time and watched as Tom Riddle began to disintegrate in front of him. A third time and Tom Riddle was no more. A soft gasp from his left told him that Satyra Malfoy had awakened.
He looked to her and smiled reassuringly at her, despite the pain he was in. "It's going to be alright," he promised her. "You'll be fine now."
He turned his attention away from her when Fawkes landed before him. He smiled at the beautiful Phoenix and shuddered in pain. "You were brilliant Fawkes. I wasn't fast enough." Then he watched amazed as the Phoenix wept over his wound. A few tears fell and he felt a warmth spread through his body even as the jagged wound began to mend.
"Phoenix tears have healing powers," the youngest Malfoy child whispered as she stared through teary eyes at Harry and Fawkes. The Phoenix then went to her and he sang softly in an attempt to comfort the girl. "Why? Why did you of all people come for me? You don't like my family."
Harry didn't know how to answer her. He couldn't very well tell her that the thought of Lyra Malfoy never getting over her death had spurred him into action. He couldn't tell her that Lyra's tears had any sort of power over him. The girl may have sorted into Ravenclaw but she had wanted to be a Slytherin and she was a Malfoy. She was also Lyra's sister, and would surely tell the older girl anything he confessed here. Lyra didn't need to know that she had any sort of hold over Harry's emotions. He couldn't trust Lyra Malfoy with his heart.
'That didn't stop you from trying to save and protect hers though, now did it?' his inner voice whispered and Harry really wished he could silence it.
"It was just the right thing to do," Harry told her and he left it at that as he once more gained his feet. "Come on, we need to find our way back to Ron and Lockhart and then figure out how to get out of here."
Harry led the way back to where he had been separated from Ron and Professor Lockhart. He was relieved to see that Ron had managed to shift some of the rocks. "Ron," Harry called out. "Are you there?"
"Harry, are you alright?" Ron asked in a voice full of worry. "Did you save the little Malfoy?"
Harry glanced at Satyra who made a face at being referred to as "The Little Malfoy," and he chuckled. "Yes, she's with me now. There's enough room for us to get through if we do this one at a time. I am going to hand Satyra through to you."
"Alright," Ron acknowledged.
Harry then helped Satyra to climb to the top of the cavern where she would be able to squeeze through the opening that Ron had created to the other side. "Easy," Harry said as he held her hands and helped to ease her through to the other side.
He then followed her through and was surprised to see Satyra in the arms of his best friend, Ronald Weasley. Ron was blushing nearly as bright as his hair as he muttered to Harry, "She tripped, so I couldn't let her fall."
It was tempting to tease Ron more thoroughly, but he let the opportunity slide for now. He was sure he could use it against the red-haired boy later. In any case, Satyra did not seem to mind being held by Ron. "How did you manage to accomplish this?" Harry asked instead, referring to the small opening that Ron had managed to clear.
"It got easier once Lockhart began helping me. We turned it into a game. He likes games and puzzles. You know, he's not such a bad bloke this way," Ron explained.
Harry was determined to take Ron's word for it. He didn't want to spend any more time at all with the man who had attempted to wipe his memories. "Right, well we need to find a way out of here," Harry commented.
Satyra frowned at that. "How did you get inside?"
Ron pointed up toward the ceiling. "There is a way in through one of the fawcets in Moaning Myrtle's bathroom," he explained to her. "We had to jump down."
She glanced up and then stared at Ron with a slightly furrowed brow. "So, there were no stairs we could climb?"
"Obviously," Ron said with some venom to his tone.
The venom in his voice made Harry wince and Satyra shrunk back a bit away from Ron, an easier thing for her to do since he had released her. It seemed that Ron had remembered that he was speaking with a Malfoy. That was the only reason that Harry could think of as to why Ron had suddenly turned venomous toward the girl, when he had been kind to her a few moments before.
"What about a ladder?" Satyra asked after a few moments of looking around. "Surely whoever built the Chamber of Secrets didn't just jump down and fly back up again."
"The Chamber was built by Salazar Slytherin, obviously," Ron chose to comment. Again, his voice was full of loathing.
Harry watched the girl frown at Ron. "Well, yes, that is the popular theory. Many think that it was actually one of his descendants who built the Chamber of Secrets. It doesn't really matter who built it though," she said as Ron opened his mouth to refute her claim. "What matters is that we need to get out of here."
"Agreed," Harry said because he didn't want to be witness to a fight between Ron and Satyra if he could help it. He just wanted to get them back to safety. Lyra was in the infirmary crying over her sister. Harry needed to get Satyra to her.
Fawkes came to land on his shoulder and trilled at him. Harry absently pet the animal as he thought on what Satyra had said. "Fly!" Harry said suddenly startling the other three occupants of the room. He looked at Fawkes then and smiled at him. "Fawkes, you could fly us out of here, couldn't you?"
The bird trilled at him and then, as though to prove himself, he arose from Harry's arm and then clamped tightly to Harry. He flew up with him. Harry nearly panicked when he felt his feet leave the ground and he closed his eyes tightly when he looked down to see that Ron, Satyra, and Lockhart were far below him now. He could hear the echo of Ron's cries of his name as Fawkes flew him up into Moaning Myrtle's bathroom. Once he was on solid ground again, Harry looked at the bird. "Could you please bring up Satyra next and then Ron and finally Lockhart?"
Fawkes didn't answer him in any way, he just flew back down into the cavern. Harry kept up a nervous watch until Fawkes returned with Satyra. Then Fawkes dove once more and retrieve Ron. At last he retrieved Lockhart.
Harry gave Ron a victorious smile. They had done it. They had saved Satyra Malfoy from a horrible fate. Harry had stopped Lord Voldemort yet again. Lyra would not have to cry in mourning over her sister. Lockhart had revealed himself to be a fraud and had received his own come-uppance. "We need to get to the infirmary," Harry said.
Ron nodded his agreement and both boys escorted Satyra and Lockhart to the infirmary. Harry was more than a little bit annoyed that they didn't meet any of the professors along the way. They paused before the infirmary doors just in time to hear Lucius Malfoy's voice coming from within. It was ice-cold and deadly.
"What do you mean, you have no way to save my daughter?" he demanded.
There was a sob then and Harry was not sure if it had come from Lyra or Arya but he couldn't take the thought that it had been Lyra. He pushed open the infirmary doors and took in the scene before him. Lucius Malfoy stood in finely cut wizarding robes of solid black. His cane was clutched tightly in his hand as though he were debating using it to clobber the Professor's with. Well, all the professors except for Snape who stood behind him to the left-hand side nearer to the Malfoy sisters. Harry's eyes sought out Lyra and he found her with her arms wrapped protectively around her twin sister. Arya Malfoy was sobbing into her sister's chest while Lyra was running her hands through the other girl's hair and over her back in a loving and soothing gesture. Tears danced in Lyra's eyes but they were being held in.
"As I have explained, Lucius, the creature took your daughter into the chamber," the voice Harry least expected to hear said and he blinked in surprise to realize that Professor Dumbledore stood there beside Professor McGonagall. "There is nothing we can do."
Lucius sneered. "This would not be the first time you allowed monsters to roam freely in your school and you did nothing," he said. "Why the Board of Governors allowed you back I cannot imagine."
"Ah," Dumbledore said in a tone that was somewhat fond. "I do believe that they had been coerced into relieving me of command. Some of them had said they feared you would curse their families."
"How dare you?" Lucius growled out but then a gasp from behind him had him turning toward his two daughters.
Harry stared at Lyra Malfoy and watched her slowly release her hold on her sister Arya. The other Malfoy girl looked to Lyra and then followed her gaze and gasped aloud as well. Harry watched tears fall down Lyra's cheeks as she took a step forward toward him. This caused all of the others to slowly turn toward the door and then there were many gasps and startled cries. People began to speak all at once, but there was only one voice that Harry truly heard.
"Satyra," Lyra Malfoy said as she moved forward in a rush of motion. She froze before her little sister and stared at her, gray eyes taking in every detail as they roved over the younger girl. Harry noticed every aspect of her. The way her bottom lip trembled hard as she tried to keep the sob within. How her eyes shone silver due to her tears. Her cheeks were flushed. Her hand shook as it rose to touch her younger sister's cheek. "Satyra," she breathed out the word and then the younger girl let loose a sob.
Satyra Malfoy crumbled then and Lyra caught her and held her tight. Satyra began sobbing and then began to murmur to her older sister about how disappointed she was to not follow Lyra into Slytherin. How lonely she had been, friendless. How she had not wanted to burden Arya nor Lyra with the knowledge because she needed them to know she could be strong like Lyra was. She whispered to Lyra about the book and about the black outs. She told Lyra about Tom Riddle.
If Harry had not been watching Lucius at that moment, he would have missed the flinch when Satyra had mentioned Tom Riddle. So, Lucius knew something of Tom Riddle? Was he responsible for the book? He kept quiet about the book for now. He would talk with the Headmaster alone about what had happened in the Chamber of Secrets. Satyra had not witnessed his fight against the Basilisk, she had only seen the thing dead in the aftermath of her awakening. He would give his information to Dumbledore alone about what he faced down there. Somehow, he thought it best that few people know about it.
"Oh darling, sweet Satyra!" Arya said from her position beside Lyra. "You don't have to be so strong all of the time. Lyra had friends to help her," she told the girl.
"And I have always had the two of you," Lyra whispered to Satyra and Harry watched as she kissed the younger girl on the forehead. He was loathe to leave his spot beside them. He felt as though he were guarding Lyra and there was something about it that felt right. As though he were some sort of knight.
Maybe that basilisk poison had affected him in strange ways for him to be having such thoughts?
Dumbledore called his name gently and motioned for him to come to him and though Harry was reluctant to do so, he moved to obey. He found his movement frozen by Lyra Malfoy's hand suddenly grabbing his arm. He stared at her hand and slowly let himself meet her eyes.
"You saved her?" she asked of him, her voice quiet but strong.
He stared into her gray eyes and nodded once. "Yes," he answered simply with no need for embellishment. She didn't want it, he knew.
"You brought her back to us?" she asked of him.
His brow furrowed in confusion. Had he not just answered this question? "Yes," he answered her again. He noted then the magic, a tingling in the air around them. What was this feeling?
"Thank you, Harry James Potter," Lyra spoke softly and solemnly. "The House of Malfoy owes you a life debt for your saving of its youngest daughter, Satyra Luciana Malfoy."
Harry felt the magic tingle and grow warm around him. "I, no, you don't owe me anything. It was just," the way to keep you from crying. He couldn't finish the sentence, could not tell her that. "The right thing to do," he said keeping with what he had told Satyra in the Chamber of Secrets.
She nodded. "I, Lyra Ysandre Malfoy, the Heiress Malfoy recognize that you Harry James Potter did not seek any personal gain in rescuing Satyra Luciana Malfoy from danger. Yet, regardless of this, the House of Malfoy owes you a debt and it shall be repaid."
Harry watched her and was impressed when her eyes at the last shot away from him to stare at her father. There was a hard and deadly look in her beautiful eyes and a warning was there as she looked for that moment at her father. She slowly released her hold upon him and he felt bereft of her touch for a moment.
'Ridiculous!' he told himself. He moved then to Professor Dumbledore's side, as the man had requested.
"My daughter is quite right," Lucius Malfoy declared. "You saved my youngest child, Mr. Potter. We owe you a debt of our gratitude."
"Life-debt!" the three voices of the Malfoy daughters insisted together and Harry was amused to see Lucius Malfoy wince. "Yes, of course, it is a Life-debt."
"Ron helped me to get Satyra to safety," Harry said of his red-haired best friend. The look on Lucius Malfoy's face was as though he had swallowed a lemon.
Satyra nodded then and said, "He was very brave. He helped to get me through the caved in rubble. When Fawkes came back down from flying Harry up to Moaning Myrtle's bathroom, Ron insisted that I must be taken up next. He refused to go before me. He insisted it was more important for me to go up where it was safer."
Ron looked embarrassed by this and Harry could imagine that Ron's comments had been somehow snider than the youngest Malfoy girl was revealing. Clearly the younger girl was refusing to play the game of snip and snarl that Ron enjoyed engaging the Malfoy sister's in. Instead she was ignoring his tone and paying attention to his actions. Harry couldn't help but find it interesting, despite the situation.
"I, well," Lucius paused as though he were somehow pained by his daughter's revelation.
Lyra took the lead then and turned her gaze upon Ron. "Thank you, Ronald, Bilius Weasley for taking such good care of my sister. It was incredibly chivalrous of you to see to her safety and comfort before your own. I can see now that you are a proud Lion of Gryffindor House," she said and Harry had to bite his lip to keep from laughing as Ron almost preened under her praise. "The House of Malfoy owes you a debt of gratitude for taking such good care of Satyra Luciana Malfoy."
"I," Ron swallowed hard, "I didn't do it for a reward. It was just the right thing to do. We couldn't let her be hurt, it wouldn't have been right."
"Yes, well whatever your reasons, you have certainly earned our gratitude Mr. Weasley," Lucius said in a cool voice, he had clearly recovered his composure. "We shall be checking in on you in due time to settle the debt."
He then turned toward the Headmaster. "In the meantime, I wish to spend a little time with my children, if that can be arranged Professor Dumbledore?"
Dumbledore nodded his head magnanimously and then Snape offered to lead the three girls and their father to a private lounge. Poppy Pomfrey, who had been tending to Professor Lockhart made to protest because she had not yet been permitted to look over Satyra.
"I shall have my own healer called to look over her," Lucius said with a sneer showing his distaste for the school healer. She made a noise of displeasure but turned back to dealing with Lockhart.
Harry watched as Lucius Malfoy walked beside Severus Snape, leaving his daughters to follow after him. Arya wrapped an arm around Satyra and did not seem intent to release her hold on her younger sister anytime soon. Lyra took up the rear and seemed content to watch over her two siblings. She glanced back once and locked eyes with Harry and there was a small smile that curved her lips. It was gone in the next moment, her face more controlled the way he was used to seeing her around the school.
He watched her walk away and only after that did he give in to the prodding of Madam Pomfrey to look him over. Once he was cleared from the infirmary he followed Professor Dumbledore to his office where he sat down the book on his desk. He sat down in a chair across from the Headmaster of Hogwarts and he began to tell his story of how and why he had journeyed down into the Chamber of Secrets. He held very little back. He had even admitted to Dumbledore that Lyra Malfoy's tears had been his greatest motivation in both entering the Chamber and in his battle against the Basilisk.
When Harry fell into bed later that night, it was to an exhausted sleep. The memory of Lyra Malfoy's soft smile was the last thing he thought of before he succumbed to exhausting sleep.
I know it has been many months since I have managed to update this story. I am very sorry for that. I do hope to begin updating The Malfoy Defiance once or twice a month for the next few months at least. I hope everyone enjoys this chapter. Next Chapter: Lyra confronts Lucius about Tom Riddle's Diary!