A/N: This story has been living in my head for years and I figured it's time to throw it out haha. I hope you like Lyra's story. I figured that it's best if I started with Cygnus and Druella, I hope you like them too. :D
Prologue
March 11, 1961
Hollow Manor
5:27 am
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Cygnus Black was thirteen years old when he first held a baby. His first daughter was born at dawn, in a cold January 1951 and admittedly, he was terrified. She looked so small, so delicate and he was thirteen and he doesn't know where to start. Everything happened so fast and in five months, he was engaged, married, and then a parent. He knew for a while now that there was no other path for him and so that day while looking down at that baby, he kissed her forehead and held his wife's hand. He wasn't perfect… but he would do his best.
This does not mean that he was the best father, nor did it mean that he was the best husband. He had tried for years but the truth remained the same, he does not and could not love Druella. It was okay though, because she, herself didn't feel any of that for him. They were friends in a way. Friends that shared children with each other but loved other people.
He wasn't stupid. He knew where she runs off to when she finds the time and there was always something akin to pain when he watches her go. He wonders if she feels the same every time it was his time to do the same. It doesn't matter… it's not like they can change anything. They've both accepted it and in some twisted way, it was a comfort to have her. To have someone in that situation with him. To know that he wasn't alone. They don't show much affection towards each other but sometimes… in those nights when everything seems harder, they both hold each other's hands. That was all they could give… and that was enough.
So much time has passed.
He was twenty-three years old now, standing in the rain, tears streaming down his eyes as he looked up at the dark building he calls home for the past 6 years since he graduated from Hogwarts. He hugged the bundle in his arms closer to him, the only thing that was dry in the raging rain.
He doesn't know how long he had been standing there, how long he sobbed, how long he repeated why why why in his head. He doesn't know when actually the door opened revealing his wife.
He hardly notices her ushering him in, sending drying spells on his person and holding his hand till they get to their bedroom.
She didn't ask any questions even when he finally got the strength to let go of the baby in his arms, laying it in the middle of their bed as he laid down as well, not even caring to change or even take off his shoes. She doesn't comfort him, but she did what she has always done when they lived with each other since they got married. She laid down on her side of the bed facing him.
They didn't know when exactly they fell asleep but till then, all they did was stare at the baby sleeping between them. Some time in the middle, their hands found each other once more.
That was all they could give… and that was enough.
A/N: And that's that. I don't know what to think about this couple's version in my head, to be honest. Let me know what you think in the future when you get to know them more.
