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Sorry for the late update everyone. As always there's school... Thank you for following this story and add it to your favs. Thanks also to those who comment. To adenoide : No Trixy is Bellatrix and Rodolphus's daughter. Rosier is from the Rosier's family, Lucian had a bond to the Malfoys, he is their cousin. Voldemort had only Thomas as a son, well he'll have Harry as his in-law. I don't know why you thought that Bella and Voldy had a child. Did I write somewhere something that was confusin? If that's the case could you point it to me, so I'll be able to correct it. Thank you!
Revised on 11/11/2019
Chapter 6: Meet the sister
Lyra's orphanage, Surrey, 1985
A woman dressed in a long white gown was sitting in front of an opened window. She was gazing at the dark blue night, her long white blond hair were flowing gently with the wind. She wasn't cold though, she loved this type of weather, it may be the reason why she fell in love with a cold-hearted man. She closed her eyes. She'll always remember the first time they met.
Platform 9 3/4, King's Cross Station, 1965
She was 27 years old and unmarried.
She was beautiful with long silvery blonde hair, cold blue eyes, tall, slim, dressed in a wealthy dress. But she was unmarried.
Even her ugly 'friends' were already courted and had a child on the way. But she, Lyra Alectrona Malfoy remained unmarried.
She was clever and beautiful, but no one from prominent pureblood family asked for her hand. She was a Malfoy, rich, beautiful, clever, politically powerful but near infertile. The Malfoys always had a problem with producing heir - it wasn't a big problem, if you were born male, they had better luck than a woman, besides, the male heir will be the Lord.
A Malfoy woman will never be at the head of the family, she was supposed to marry a powerful pureblood and carry their heir. Sadly, here comes her fertility problem, even if she managed to fall pregnant, she only has a 15% rate of successfully carrying a child during the nine long months of pregnancy, and only a rate of success of 9% to give birth without any complications.
No pureblood family wanted her, oh, some were interested, but when they heard about her fertility problem, no one stayed. What was the use of marrying a woman incapable of giving birth, even the light side avoided her, and only because she was a Malfoy.
Of course, she would never marry a half-blood or a muggle-born; they were unable to understand her culture and she would have to adapt again for others. And even if they wanted to marry her, they would in the end, ask for a child, something she could probably never give them. They all sprout non-sense about dark and light or pure or impure, in the end, they were all the same.
The woman walked on the platform, watching children running around, crying and hugging their parents. She had never gone to Hogwarts – instead she went to Beauxbatons, she came to the platform only to say goodbye to her big brother – whom she visited – though, she shall see off her nephew.
After walking uselessly during a few minutes, she found a tall man with long hair the same color as her – her brother who was speaking to man who was smaller than her brother, but still tall, with dark brown hair and aristocratic features. Suddenly, a voice interrupted her thoughts.
"- Aunt Lyra!"
The two men turned toward an eleven-year-old boy, with hair as blonde as his father, hugging the young woman.
"- Good morning to you too Lucy, dear."
"- Aunty!" whined the blond boy.
"- Oh my! That expression was exactly like your father, child. You know, he too had a girly voice." Teased Lyra Malfoy.
"- Aunty! / Lyra." The boy whined again, this time, however, he was joined by the blond man who was glaring at her.
She, of course, only smiled sweetly at them. The dark brown-haired man watched her carefully, before approaching her, he bowed politely and kissed her gloved hand with his thin lips, as dictated protocol.
"- Good morning Lady. I presume that you are Abraxas' younger sister. I'm Tom Marvolo Riddle, a friend of Abraxas. May I know your name?"
She arched an eyebrow at the familiar last name. It was the Prince of slytherin in her brother's year, he was surprisingly as charming and handsome as the rumor mild said.
"- I'm Malfoy, Lyra Malfoy."
She saw her nephew and brother looking strangely at the way she introduced herself.
Honestly, couldn't they go visit the muggle world a little? Even if their world was better, it was important to know about your enemies. The brown red-eyed man – what a strange eye color – raised an eyebrow. As a half-blood he had understood the joke, finally someone in their circle who understand!
"- Why did you say your name like that aunty?"
"- This is it. Abraxas, this summer you let my nephew spend two weeks with me! I won't have my nephew as a future dunderhead."
Her nephew gasped.
It was beneath a Malfoy to be stupid, of course he wouldn't want to be considered as stupid. He was a Malfoy.
"- Father I do not wish to become a dunderhead!"
Abraxas sighed. He was already having a headache. Since their father's death, Abraxas became the head of the family. Since then, his sister went everywhere to visit every country and brood. He worried about her, she was near her thirties and wasn't married.
Their father died asking his son to find a respectable husband for his only daughter. Since then Abraxas investigated different contracts for his sister, but no man was good enough for her. And the best men didn't want someone who couldn't give them heirs.
He spoiled both his sister and his son. His wife understands him and let him live in peace, since they had Lucius and had fulfilled the contract, however, she remained a good friend.
"- As you wish."
Tom watched the exchange between the family. He had never met his friend's younger sister. She was younger than them, but she should have been married she looked near 25. After saying goodbye to his nephew in everything but blood. He watched the young woman kiss her brother on the cheek, then she gave him a proper bow – even if he was a half-blood, before going to the floo network.
His blond friend sighed, and Tom raised an eyebrow. The young father cast a spell, so they wouldn't be heard.
"You must have read the book about my family when we were at Hogwarts." Tom nodded." The Malfoy family have fertility problems. My sister wasn't spared, she can have children, but the chances are poor."
Voldemort's eyes glinted with comprehension. Of course, if she could not bear a heir, she was useless to the pureblood circles – she had the political power of course, but a woman from their age had to give a heir to be considered truly useful. What a pity.
Lyra's orphanage, Surrey, 1985
The woman smiled slightly, who would have thought that she would marry the halfblood from King's Cross.
After their first meeting, they met during many events organized by the dark factions, they spoke to each other and their conversations were always interesting; they spoke of politics, literature and even cinema.
Slowly they both fell in love. She knew his desire to destroy the muggles and muggleborns, but she didn't care. For the first time someone looked at her for her and, he didn't see judge her based on her inability to carry a child.
They married three years later, some of her friends were worried that she married someone who was older than her, they worried that she was desperate. It was untrue, she truly loves the Dark Lord Tom Marvolo Riddle a.k.a Lord Voldemort.
Their marriage wasn't perfect, he was a busy man, sometimes short tempered, and started to become insane, but he was the only one who didn't ask her the moon and, loved her for her personality (and her looks too).
In 1975, ten years after their meeting, she was pregnant. Both of them were worried about their child's health (and hers too). Her brother had died two years ago from Dragon pox, and she was more fragile than her brother.
Her nephew served her husband instead of her dead brother, she was angry about that, but she couldn't say anything about it, it was her nephew's choice – Lucius also got married to Narcissa Black Malfoy, a woman chosen by his dead father but whom he loved dearly, at least that's what he told her.
In 1976, after crying her eyes out, screaming her husband's name and insulting him in french, and maybe break his left hand (he thoughtfully saved his right hand, he needed it as a Dark Lord), a prematurely red faced, small boy was born.
When he opened his mouth and screamed, she cried one more time, but this time because she was happy. They named their son after her husband, he protested at first because his name was mundane. But she argued that she loved him and didn't care about his name, so they both decided on Thomas, it was more elegant than Tom, and she could call him Tom has a nickname. Both of them agreed to give the boy Abraxas' name as his second – to honor their friend and brother.
They spent four more years together, trying to keep the war out of their relation and household. During those four years, her cousin and his wife from the Bonnefoi family died in a mysterious fire at a party hosted to help the relation between the French ministry and the Britain's one. They stipulated in their will that she shall have custody of their only son Lucian Vega.
Nearing 1981, she felt a change in her husband, he was acting with a weird obsession with the Potters. On the night of 31 October 1981, she was a widow. Two days after, Bellatrix Lestrange gave her Tom's goddaughter and, while she was babysitting the young toddler, the three members of the Lestrange family went to Azkaban.
She couldn't take it anymore and fled to Russia, taking the three children with her, Lucius would understand, if he was safe. She found a supporter of her husband, a young man called Vladimir Dolohov. After three years spent into hiding, she decided to go live in the muggle part of Britain, she created an orphanage, put it under the fidelius and, she lived with four children in Surrey.
The fourth was called Dmitri Rosier, he was the cousin of poor Vladimir – who couldn't take care of a child. Dmitri wanted to stay with his friends, but Vladimir couldn't come, as he was a renewed doctor in Russia, so it was decided that Lyra shall take care of Dmitri too.
They all lived fine in the orphanage, it wasn't a house, because she wanted to help magical children who had nowhere to go. Her husband suffered from the muggles, so she opened it and cast charms to encourage magical unhappy child, without family to come here.
Her son and her niece and nephews (they all called her aunty) were living happily. One day, Thomas came home with a weird look in his eyes, Trixy explained that they met a cute muggle boy and Lyra understood. Her son had a crush on a younger boy!
It may come from her family, she remembered her brother's choice regarding his sexuality. She couldn't stop teasing her son. And then all the children met the boy. She was curious, they told her he was called Black, surely to please her, so that she'll think he's a squib and not a muggle. She let them believe that she believed their lie. They were too cute.
During her time as a teenager, she was also sprouting nonsense about blood purity, but now she didn't care, she had seen too much to care about those useless blood war. Look at her, in the end she fell for and married a halfblood who got more insane every day. Now, she was getting older, she was 57, there were no lines on her face – the minor ones she hid with a glamour, her blonde hair was whiter than before.
Then, she met her son's crush.
They introduced him as Evans Black, but that hair marked him as a Potter, she saw his lightning bolt scar. He was the one responsible for her husband's death.
However, he was too thin, too shy, his green eyes were greener than the killing curse with perfect long black eyelashes. He will be a pretty boy. And her son has a crush on his father's killer. It was ironic.
She decided that she didn't care anymore. She only wanted her children's happiness, this boy looked too sad, he had seen the world's cruelty. He was magical. She would protect him.
She followed her son when he accompanied the younger boy, the pair were cute together. She saw her son saying bye to the younger boy in front of a house in Privet Drive. She had tried to enter, but she could feel blood ward.
She couldn't enter.
She tried speaking with the horse like woman – but that rude woman wouldn't listen. She had no choice, but let the boy be. Her children and her soothed the boy when he came to them – treating him as family.
"Why don't we take Evans to Russia? We could all travel via a portkey." Proposed Lyra to her pouting son who wanted to spend more time with the Potter child.
"Mother you forget that Evans is a muggle."
She was surprised.
Of course, no one of them knew that he was the Potter child, so they hadn't known he was a wizard. Lyra frowned in thoughts, if they thought he had been a muggle they weren't careful with objects from the magical side of the world. She shall have to correct that, but for now, …
"Son, he is a wizard."
Her Thomas's face was priceless. Evans could really transform her son. It was strange to see her son's face with those weird expressions when he thought of the green-eyes boy. Her son had it hard. She only laughed at him.
From that day, they lived in peace.
A/N : I'll try to post another chapter tonight or tomorrow. I wanted to write more about the present, but in the end this long chapter was about the past and Voldemort's wife Lyra. I didn't know if she should have been Abraxas's daughter or her sister, but in the end, I opted to let her be his younger sister, she's thirteen years younger than him.
For me, Abraxas and Tom were born near or born in 1926, Lyra was born in 1938. Lucius went to Hogwarts in c.a 1965, that's when Lyra and Tom met, he was 39 and she was 27. I decided to go with the theory that wizard can live longer, and for them 40 is their prime. Abraxas died from Dragon pox in 1973.
Thomas was born in 1976 when Voldemort was 50 and Lyra was 38, they only had one child: Thomas. Because, it was hard to have one baby, as Lyra had the Malfoy fertility problem, so they were lucky. Lyra decided to go to Beauxbaton and spent her time visiting the Bonnefoi family, that's why she decided to take in Lucian.
She took Trixy as well because she was babysitting the little girl when the Longbottom incident happened. Voldemort died in 1981, he was 55, Lyra was 43, Thomas was 5.
In 1985, when Harry met Lyra she was 47 year old, but she looked like she was in the middle of her thirties, thanks to good genes and glamour charms. If you have any question, fire away. ;)
- To be continued
