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Lyra was grateful that Scorpius had got their parents to do a party, inviting all their friends and family. However, it was packed full of everyone and anyone who was an aristocrat, along with the Sacred 28 Pureblood families.

The distraction gave her time to pack clothes and minimize what she could fit in the bag. When she minimized the bag to fit in between her bra as she patted her hair in the mirror, she went downstairs to meet with everyone.

When she could get downstairs to meet and greet everyone individually at the front door along with her family, many people congratulated her brother and her as the last guests came in. They could speak with each guest and thank them individually for coming to their party. However, Lyra was biding her time until she could escape meeting with Rose and Albus.

Some time in between the party ending and the guest leaving, Lyra was able to slip out, but before her grandparents gave her a steel look. No words were said though her grandfather whispered to her to be careful and be safe on the way out. She gave him a silent, careful nod.

Landed on the edge of the property where Rose and she hung out as kids. She knocked on the secret door with the secret code. Patiently waited for a response with the same code. Entered the room, and there she met with Albus sitting on the bean bag with an awed look on his face. He had never been in the tree house as he wasn't allowed. Sometimes when they were kids, Lyra was able to put a border around the tree house not to let any males inside. No one could break the magical bond, so they just left it alone soon after everyone had forgotten about it.

O_O_O_O

Albus, swinging on the swing set, laughed loudly as the wind swept past his hair. Rose was disgusted by the fact he was enjoying himself instead of helping Lyra and her out, as this was an important mission. However, Lyra didn't mind at all, as it did let her smile here and there for a bit. She looked around a bit as she looked around to see anything she was familiar with. Things had changed from the last time she was there. In the corner, she sees a phone booth. The same one similar magical folk used to go to the Ministry of Magic, Lyra head on over, where she found it was not a magical one. No magical signature. As she took a look around, there was a large yellow book. Curiously she looked through the book where she found a map of where she was located in the heart of London. The park she was at is called The Hyde Park Playground.

Albus saw Lyra was coming back to them with an epiphany. He thinks they should go visit his cousin Rowan. He lived a couple of blocks away, and maybe they could stay there for free while they went on this trip with Lyra. When she came to sit with him while Rose sat on the slide with her arms crossed. He knew Rose was being sour pus as she was out in the muggle world though she had been here only a few times.

"Hey Lyra, you want to swing over at my cousin's place? We can stay there for the time being until we sort things out."

Lyra, who looked up at the map, eyed Albus; she knew they had to find a place to stay. Especially when she needed to go over her memories to find the apartment, hopefully, Miss Mia would still be there, and she could maybe establish a relationship with the woman. While growing up, she imagined her mother would be Miss Mia as much as she wanted the same compassion and love she was given by the lady.

With a quick nod from Lyra, Albus gave her a grin. She watched him glance at Rose, stewing over by the teeter tots. He ran over where he screamed banzai before Rose got the chance to look up. Albus jumped on the opposite seat of her, where she was pushed a couple of feet upward. He laughed pretty hard as she was dangling a couple of feet off the ground. Dirty looked back at him as she tried to swing her leg over. Albus bounced a couple of times, and Rose narrowed her eyes back at him. They were swinging up and down on teeter tots in a blink of an eye. She knew in a matter of minutes, and Rose would be giggling in a few minutes.

Albus took their hands to apparated them to the back of a house. Albus opened the fence, where he led them all to a backyard. Curiously, a door opened at the back porch where a man stood with some shape long figure aimed directly at them. Alarmed and curious, Albus puts his hands up with a concentrated look he yells something. The man places the item down beside the door and goes up to Albus with a friendly man hug.

They pull away, and Albus punches the man in the arm as they both laugh. Rose and Lyra glance at each other's concerns if they should inquire. Before they could say something, Albus turned to them where he introduced them to his cousin, Peter Dudley. He was a year older than them, was a squib and didn't go to Hogwarts. He didn't mind being a squib as he got the best of both worlds, being born in the muggle world. Was he jealous of his younger siblings, who were witches? Nope, not at all, from what he explained to them.

Franklin welcomed them into his house, which he shared with his best friends, which were out of town for a couple of months visiting family. They had a spare guest bedroom for the ladies to sleep in while Albus and Peter bunked together. Peter and Albus stayed in the front room catching while the ladies went inside to unpack. Though Lyra went to take out her portable pensive she had taken from the Manor, it was a prize possession to have as her Papa had given her one when she entered Hogwarts. She didn't understand at the beginning why she is now grateful she was given the present.

Rose knew she had to give Lyra space as she had a passive face on. She just hoped Lyra figured things out on her own. A lick of her lips scared her to go out to see what her stupid cousin Albus was up to along with his cousin. When she came out with a pair of long pants and a baggy shirt, she did not know what to expect as they were both sitting in front of a telly. She knew what a telly was due to Albus's home has one.

Lyra, who placed the pensive in front of her, dug into her bag for the vial that held her memory of Miss Mia. She had placed it in a via once she knew how to take her memories out and place them in a vial. When she entered Hogwarts, she went straight to the library to absorb and learn as much as possible with the professors. All the professors had told her she reminded them of a former student of theirs with her studies, except for her quidditch.

**Inside the pensive**

Lyra landed at a park where she glanced around at a small dark figure she recognized herself. The young child had bruises and blisters around her face and arms as she struggled to keep herself composed. A brustle was heard a couple of feet away from where present Lyra was standing. There a woman came out; she glanced around when her eyes settled on the memory of Lyra.

They spoke briefly as Lyra didn't remember how she got to Miss Mia's apartment. She watched as they walked a couple of streets down. When she got the street name, she wrote it down in her hand. There, a painting she recognized from the Manor before she could check it out had changed.

The woman was telling her a story which her younger self wasn't paying attention to as she turned to listen. Miss Mia was telling her a story about how she was in love with a man who she thought would have a life. But an accident had happened where he had changed to someone she never recognized. She thought running away from the man would help her with problems, but running away just made things more difficult. Lyra's brow squished together as she felt Miss Mia trying to tell her something. But the question was it.

When Lyra popped out of the Pensieve, looking down at her hand where she was able to name the building, though the building was located, she didn't know. So she decided to ask Franklin if he knew where the building was.

When she went downstairs to inquire with Franklin, she realized the time was late in the evening. The one awake beside her was Franklin, who was cleaning up. He looked up with a small smile.

"Is everything okay?"

Lyra stared at Franklin curiously, wondering if he was a muggle or a squib. Not wanting to inquire if he was or not. She decided to go ahead and ask, as Franklin may know.

"Everything is alright. I am wondering if you, by chance would you know where this building is," asked Lyra as she gave him a piece of parchment.

She watched him squint down at the paper where he read the name.

"Oh, this place. No one stays there anymore, though. The government has been thinking about condemning the building. However, if I remember from the paper, it said it was cancelled as it was owned by a private company and decided to have it renovated, but the plans are still being made. We can go check it out if you like though getting in the place will be difficult to do. I bet with magic, and we can get in. Franklin chuckled to himself as he turned, picked something off the table in front of him, and pressed a button. Where an item she didn't notice was behind her as confused as she was.

"It's a telly. I'll explain more tomorrow. I'm quite knackered from the day I had today." He gave her a small smile and headed on out.

Lyra watched him as she turned back at the item he had placed on the table. Curiously, she went over and picked it up where he had left it. In the dark, she only could see visible letters and symbols, not wanting to press anything. She decided it was best to leave it alone and wait for the others in the morning to tell them her plan.

O_O_O_O

When the morning came, Lyra was up early and awake. She did not sleep in as her mother always told her pureblood woman woke early. They had to be a step ahead of their husbands, and like usual, her mother taught her to be a supreme pureblood wife to a fine husband. Though she didn't want to be a wife to a man, she didn't want to be any male. Before going to Hogwarts, her mother and her uncle had taught her what a pureblood woman should learn even if it meant other things like her doing questionable things she didn't enjoy.

A splash of cold water reminded her not to think of how she felt dirty afterwards and what her uncle had done to her. The abuse had ended in the summer of her sixth year when her grandfather walked in when she was lying in bed naked. While her Uncle Marcus was slowly undressing, Lyra lay there waiting for him. Her eyes clenched as she remembered hearing a thud, thinking it was the belt from Uncle's pants. The next thing she knew was her grandmother coming to her side with a blanket. Her eyes widened, thinking she was founded out and thought her grandmother wanted to have fun with her.

Her grandmother sat on her bed with a towel, whispering to her that Uncle Marcus will never be welcomed to the Manor. Grandmother asked how long Uncle Marcus was doing such a thing to her, and not wanting to tell her since she was a little girl, she kept her mouth quiet. She knew if she said more, her mother would beat her black and blue like when she told her father. She remembered it like it was yesterday when she finally escaped Uncle Marcus's clutches. She ran straight to her father with tears down her face, screaming for him. When she finally reached him, he talked to his mother, but she screamed for her father to listen. But he told her that he didn't believe a fibber. He smacked her bottom with the paddle until it was red, then told her mother to take her to her room. She is alone in the hallway with her mother, who sternly stops crying as Malfoy's don't cry. When they got to her mother's room, her mother explained Malfoys don't fib and don't show emotion. Her mother called Tink, the house elf, for a large bowl of uncooked rice. She was to kneel on the rice until her mother felt she had enough. Lyra didn't know how long she was kneeling. But she knew her knees were in a lot of pain, and she couldn't show any emotion. When her mother finally took her off the rice, she was placed on a bench where her mother tied her arms and legs to the legs of the bench. She was then paddled with a whip. Her bum and knees were red and welt from the rice and whips she got.

Lyra shook herself to put all the emotion and memory in the back of her mind in a compartment and store it away. She knew this helped her overcome the pain and hold into the anger she had for both her mother and uncle. This method was also one of the reasons she was most of the time expressionless when she was around people and in public. Her mother called it the truest Malfoy pureblood as Malfoy's don't show emotion whatsoever, private or public, as a woman and a pureblood.

When Lyra finally stared at herself in the mirror, she took a deep breath and wiped her face. She glanced down at the necklace where a pendant and ring necklace was in between her cleavage. Miss Mia's encouraging words rang in her ear as she explained to him, "don't let others beat you; beat them to show them you are a better person. People will say and do things that will beat you down, but don't let that get in your way. You show them that whatever they say and do won't get to you cause you are stronger and tougher than you look. And if you feel like you don't have the strength, then you look at this pendant. And say you fuck them."

"Fuck them," Lyra whispered to herself.

Lyra went downstairs to start making breakfast for her companions as they were still in bed asleep. When she rounded the corner, she called Tilly, her house-elf, who was her confidant and knew everything that went on in her life. Tilly belongs to only her and no one else. She wouldn't obey any orders from anyone but Lyra.

"I would like you to make some breakfast for the owner of the house and the guests. Pumpkin juice, coffee, hot tea, and orange juice for drinks. Thank you."

Tilly, who gave a bow, got started on breakfast. Lyra sat there in the kitchen as she watched silently as Tilly made breakfast. The clock on the wall read it was 530 in the morning. She didn't know when the others would be awake.

O_O_O_O

Rose smell of fried sausage, pancakes, bacon, kidney pie, and fresh coffee. Her stomach gargled with the overwhelming senses, and she pulled back her blanket. With a quick tie of her soft red curls, she checked herself over in the mirror to be sure nothing was out of place.

When she opened her door, she saw Albus giving her a grin, confused about why he was doing so. Before she could step into the hallway, Albus pushed her back into the bedroom and ran down the hallway screaming at the top of his lungs, "Last one to the table has to dishes the muggle way and is a rotten egg." laughing.

Rose narrowed her eyes at Albus as she thought of ways to get back at him. Blowing a puff of hair that dangled in front of her face. She ran downstairs and saw Lyra placing food on the kitchen table. Albus and Franklin sat at the table with their mouth open as they had never seen food before. They smiled at Lyra as she stood waiting for Rose to come to the table. Rose knew Lyra wouldn't sit until Rose sat down.

A roll of her eyes gave a smile to Lyra, who gave her a nod, and she knew Lyra was in her mood. She hated when Lyra was in her mood. She could never snap out of it unless it was her grandparents. Right now, even on this trip, she wished Lyra didn't get in these moods, some times she tried to understand her. But Lyra always told her to bugger off, even when she asked her brother. He always explained it was the way she was.

-Flashback Begins-

Lyra wasn't able to nap like her brother did, as he was asleep the instant when their mother gave them a bottle to drink. Her mother was frustrated with her as she could not go to bed. She had whispered that if she didn't sleep, she would kill the little demon spawn she was of her marriage. Lyra, of course, didn't understand a single word that her mother said. She noticed her mother's face had turned different. Then she was crying instantly from a pain she had no idea where. One incident that came to mind was when Lyra and Scorpius played with their brooms. Scorpius had gone inside as he needed to go potty. Whisper took him to the toilets as her mother watched Lyra play on the grass to wait for her brother. Lyra wasn't too keen on a broom until her mother picked her up and placed her on her broom. With she squealed with enjoyment as the wind whipped through her face. When they got very far up, Lyra turned to her mother with joy, but she saw a disgusted look on her face. Lyra felt something terrible in her tummy as her mother let go of her. She had woken up to her mother staring down at her telling her what a filthy little girl she was as she didn't deserve to sleep in the same room as her brother. Even her brother was cleaner, more precious, and more special than Lyra was, as she was just nothing but a filthy child.

Sometimes her mother didn't spank her solely on the thin bamboo stick as she had gone creative with her methods to be sure not to leave marks. When she returned home from running away, her mother didn't do anything until a month later. Lyra was strapped in a chair where her mother would watch her eat Whisper's faeces, and she was forced to also collect and hold Lyra's face in it.

-Flashback Ends-