The Missing Piece

Alternative Universe. Tom Riddle/Lord Voldmort died when he was trying to make a horcrux for the first time. Bellatrix and her husband are in jail due to her making the Longbottoms still insane. Most of the Death Eaters are in Azkaban due to the First Wizarding War. Sirius Black is alive as due to evidence the police finding that Peter Pettigrew along with few other deatheathers who were the one murder the family. Tracy Davis is a pureblood in this story. The only Death Eater that is still alive and hidden are Antonion Dolohov who is living in the muggle world.

Prologue

Prologue

The windows vibrated from the thunderstorm outside. It was raining cats and dogs. The weather matched Lyra's mood. Earlier Lyra was with her mother and Uncle Marcus, who was giving her a dose of discipline. The back of her back, legs, bum, and calves was burning from the spanking Uncle Marcus, and her mother had given her. From Lyra's understanding, she was being disciplined for something her brother had done. Other things happened during the week, such as how her mother couldn't locate a robe at Madam Malkins or how her mother had a terrible week. Lyra never called it discipline; she had called it beatings as that is what it is called. From what she can remember, the beatings had started when she was a baby. When she started growing, the beatings stopped happening daily and switched to weekly. Uncle Marcus and her mother would be sure not to leave any markings, but they inflicted tremendous pain. Lyra would return to her room, trying to quiet her whimpers as her personal house-elf Whisper would comfort her. Whisper would heal her. But after her mother found out, Whisper had to stop or face the fact of being given a cloth. Whisper secretly soothed Lyra when she was returned to her room. Whisper would always tell her stories of a woman that Whisper was fond of Herms. She expressed she was better for Master Draco, along with other mentions Lyra didn't understand.

Lyra wiped the tears from her face with a sniffle; she knew she had to stop crying. Like her parents had told her often: Malfoys did not cry regardless as she was still a baby. Malfoy's do not cry, period. The last sniff, she dried her tears; she glanced around about what to bring with her as she wanted to live with her family no more. She grabbed her best friend, Mr Fatty PanCakes, who was a grey stuffed elephant beside Rosie. Her grandfather, who she called Papa, had given to her when she was a year old. Mother always took it from her and placed it somewhere Lyra couldn't locate. But constantly she found it on her bed. She grabbed it and cuddled up, soaking up her tears, thinking of Herms again.

A small smile escaped as she tucked Mr Fatty PanCakes into her bag and quickly glanced around her bedroom. She went to the room where she somehow found comfort. She doesn't know exactly where it was somehow; she always found it. There the dragon sat on top of the bed. She grabbed the dragon and ran out of the room.

The next thing Lyra knew, she was outside in the park, where she was drenched in the rain. A shiver ran up her spine as she noticed the area was dark and raining hard. Something about the place she didn't like as there was something that gave her the creeps. Even at 7 years old, Lyra was terrified of thunder as it reminded her of the whipping she was given by her Uncle and mother. The floor shook as the sky lit up. As the thunder hit, Lyra flew a couple of feet off the ground and stood there waiting for the sting. She squeezed her eyes shut as tears ran down her face when she felt something hard on her shoulder. Lyra whimpered as she knew she was caught running away from the Manor.

"Hey there, sweetie,"

Not recognizing the soothing voice, Lyra squeezed her eyes even tighter as she didn't know if the new voice was a trick or something. She didn't want to put her guard down where she found comfort with someone and get whacked for it. Another rule from what her mother told her as a little girl is that she doesn't show affection to one another. So many rules. Lyra was sick of it next to why she had left the Manor and hoped to find solace somewhere else.

The older woman didn't know what was wrong with the young girl as she stood there in the rain stiff as aboard. Her eyes were squeezed tight, and her hands curled up in a fist. Finally, she went to see what was wrong with the girl. Baffled at the sight of her, the woman could see the young girl was being abused. A quick observation of the girl showed signs of abuse, such as the abrasion around her wrists. If she looked closer, there was one on her neck as well. Appalled that someone had done this to a little girl, she wanted to envelop the girl in her arms, telling her everything was alright.

She kneeled in front of the child, so she knew she didn't mean any harm but had to show she didn't. Patiently she waited for the little girl to acknowledge her as it took a few minutes.

When Lyra finally opened her eyes, she blinked a couple of times to look around. A shiver ran through her as the wind pelted through her wet pyjamas. A woman kneeled in front of her with no word; she seemed to be crying. Lyra reached out tentatively to the woman's face; she felt the woman's warmth. Something inside her snapped. Lyra lunged forward and wrapped her arms around the woman's neck. She knew this wasn't something she usually does, but she felt familiar with the woman.

O_O_O_O

Lyra woke up warm, cosy, and fuzzy, snuggled and wrapped in a blanket; she sat up and rubbed her eyes. The place looked like it was falling apart, the paint was chipped, and the ceiling was missing some tiles. She inched herself out of the warm blanket and noticed she wasn't in her pyjamas. Instead, she wore baggy pants and a shirt. When she stepped out, she saw a painting in the front room. Curious about what the artwork was when Lyra took a closer look, she heard the floorboards creak, and her back went stiff.

"A painting of one of my favourite flowers. I named my children after them. But, unfortunately, they are no longer here with me, so this portrait is to remind me of them."

"What were their names?" Lyra inquired.

"Willow and Sage. Come on, sweetie, let's make a peanut butter and jelly sandwich that usually makes me feel better after an adventure, along with Hot Cocoa to wash it down."

Lyra followed the woman curiously, wondering who the woman was, but when she saw hot cocoa with giant marshmallows floating on top, she knew the woman was remarkable. Her Papa always told her that someone who made hot cocoa with giant marshmallows was extraordinary. Lyra didn't understand her Papa, but Nana had told her that sometimes Papa says things and there is a hidden message meaning to them.

The woman sat on the floor, and Lyra followed suit as she sipped her hot cocoa and munched on the sandwich.

"I didn't mean to look through your things, but I can't help to wonder why you are out and about. You don't have to share, but it's not safe in this neck of woods. Anyone can kidnap you, ransom you off as a sex slave, druggie, or murder you. But what were you thinking."

With a lick of her dry lips, she knew the woman was right, as her father and grandparents had told her. She was not one to run away, but tonight she couldn't deal with the abuse from her Uncle and mother.

In public and private places, she was the excellent pureblood heiress and child she was. Especially when she came from a long line one of the family Sacred-28. Her mother was the one who would teach her, The family history of "The Malfoys" and the rest of the other pureblood families. Along with the etiquette and training to become a pureblood woman and pureblood Malfoy Heiress.

How do you explain her upbringing and the abuse of a muggle? Lyra had no idea and decided not to, but only gave the woman a shrug. The woman didn't even introduce to her who she was.

"Um, I understand. My father and grandparents had explained this to me when I was little. Who are you, though" Lyra inquired.

The woman was startled by the question. Lyra noticed the woman's face looked haunted. Curious, she wondered if the woman would give her a real or fake name. She saw her hands tremble and her brows squished together.

"You can call me Miss Mia. We're going to head out soon. I have already packed your bag for you. Along with a few other essentials I found around here. Not much, but if I ever need something, there is a place I can always locate something."

Lyra looked at Miss Mia strangely as she wondered what she meant. She could always locate something. How can she when there is nothing here? The entire house is bare except for a few pieces of furniture.

After they finished eating, they got up and were ready to go. While Miss Mia was roaming around, Lyra followed her while Miss Mia explained that sometimes running away from your problems is not good. She says she isn't the right person to say as she is a hypocrite herself, but she feels she has nothing to live for. She lost her fiance and her children in a blink of an eye, then she tried to fight for it and found out it was best to just run like Simba with a laugh. Lyra didn't understand and didn't want to inquire with questions. She did freak out when Miss Mia went up to her face and then kneeled in front of her, with both hands on grabbed onto her cheeks. Asking, or requesting, her not to run away but to stand up for herself. Lyra couldn't get away from her and decided to just nod, and I agreed to be let go. When Miss Mia gave her a kiss on the forehead, Lyra felt a warm fuzzy feeling. Lyra was too confused to speak when Miss Mia got up from the floor and wrapped her in a black leather jacket.

They walked for some time until standing in front of a tall, vast building. Lyra looked up at Miss Mia and saw her stumbling with a necklace around her neck, a gold chain with a pendant: and a ring with a sapphire gemstone on top. Their eyes connected as she looked down at Lyra.

"I wish for you to have this. This will protect you and remind you of your promise. Now I want you to go into that police station. Give them your name and tell them your parent's name."

Miss Mia kneeled on the floor again and had her eye level with Lyra, where she placed the necklace on Lyra. She pulled Lyra's hair out of the way, tucked the necklace in her shirt, and pulled the girl in her arms.

Lyra's eyes widened as she didn't know what to do when she felt Miss Mia squeeze her. She placed her arms around the woman's shoulders tentatively. Surprised to feel comfortable, safe and secure doing so for the first time ever. When Miss Mia let go, she sniffled and stared at Miss Mia, who tucked a hair behind her ear. Lyra felt red in the face as the woman told her to be safe with a quick kiss on the forehead. She felt a push to the entrance of the double doors. Lyra looked back, and she gave the woman a wave before she turned. She promised to find the woman and help her face her problems like how she helped her.

O_O_O_O

Miss Mia waved back at Lyra as she watched the young girl enter the police station. Lyra had awakened something profound inside her that she hadn't felt for a long time. Confused, she didn't know what came over her to give the girl a hug and kiss. She doesn't usually do that to children, although her heart ached for her own children. A quick wipe brushed the tears away, knowing she would be due for a panic attack soon. And she can't have that now. Especially when she had to check in with Antonio.