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A correction to my statement in CH 1. A lot of it will be done in as if from Lyra's diary, but some will be 3rd person and also a few may be Draco's memories.
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When Draco arrived home, he went straight up to his room.

"Draco, darling, is everything alright?" he heard his mother call as he walked past the kitchen.

"I'm fine," he replied, wanting no further discussion. Since when does his mother call him darling? He wasn't five anymore.

The moment Draco got to his room he locked the door, then magically shoved his desk in front of it for good measure. It was a little childish, perhaps, but it made him feel better. It made him feel safe. A vision of You-Know-Who rose in his mind, and he shoved it away with a shudder, realising just how deeply he'd been scarred. At least the Dark Mark on his arm had died along with its conjurer. He'd needed no reminder of that.

Sitting down on his bed, Draco held the diary in front of him. It seemed to gleam in his stare, as if daring him to throw it away, ignore it, dispose of it and his sister's thoughts.

No. Draco forced down those thoughts. To ignore the terrible evils he'd done on You-Know-Who's command was one thing, but to ignore his sister was another. I will read this, he insisted to himself. She wanted me to.

And with that he opened the diary to the first page.

Monday 1st September 1991

This is it! Today's the day I'm going to Hogwarts. I'm writing this on the Hogwarts Express. It's this giant red steam engine. Draco thinks I'm weird, buying a diary to write in. He says I should just get a Pensieve if I'm that worried about forgetting. But I prefer a diary.

The train left at 11 o'clock on the dot this morning, as it always has, so Father has told me. I can't believe that I won't see Mother and Father until the Christmas break, but Draco doesn't know why I'm so worried.

So, I'll start at the beginning of the day. We had just arrived at King's Cross Station, and were searching for Platform 9 ¾. Mother and I walked together in silence, while Draco was up ahead, chattering excitedly to Father. I looked around nervously. After all, we were a quartet of people dressed in black robes. We certainly looked odd, to say the least.

Mother squeezed my hand. I looked up into her. "Don't worry darling, everything will alright," she murmured, sensing my nervousness.

Draco laughed. "Of course it will," he said with a grin. "I can't wait for us to be in Slytherin!" I felt an answering smile bloom on my face, then turned to the wall. "I'll meet you on the other side!" he called with a grin, then ran full-pelt at the wall. I yelped, expecting him to bounce off and go flying, but he disappeared through the red brick. I stared in amazement.

Mother knelt down to meet my gaze. "It's alright," she said patiently. "Just run at the wall, you'll go right through. I told Draco to wait for you." I nodded, swallowing.

"What if I'm not in Slytherin?" I whispered, my mouth dry.

"Don't be silly Lyra," replied Father, having overheard my question. (Now that I think about it, the Malfoy males really do inherit that annoying trait of eavesdropping). "Each and every Malfoy has been and always will be a Slytherin. Now, off you go. Make us proud. And tell that brother of yours to behave."

Mother embraced me fiercely. "Tell Draco I love him," she whispered. Pulling back, she smiled at me. "I'll write to you, okay?"

I nodded. "Every week," I replied, gripping her hand for a long moment.

Father cleared his throat. I pulled away, looking from Mother to Father. "Goodbye, Father," I said, meeting his gaze. He nodded formally. I turned, and, grabbing my trolley, ran at the wall.

I emerged on the other side in a billow of steam. Coughing, I walked around for a bit before being spotted and dragged to a compartment by my older twin.

"What would you do without me, Lyra?" he asked, grinning. I replied with a hug, knowing it would embarrass him in public. Sure enough, he cried, "Not here!" I laughed at his discomfort, then followed him into the compartment. Then I pulled out my diary, intending to get everything down about what had happened.

It's only now as I write this that I realise Mother never answered my question. What if I'm not in Slytherin? I guess that Ravenclaw wouldn't be so bad. I mean, Draco was often saying I was too smart for my own good. I had been going through my school books as fast as I could. But what about Gryffindor? That was one House (and founder) that definitely went against all our beliefs.

I have to go, Draco said that we've almost arrived! I can't wait!

Draco was silent after finishing the first entry. He could remember that day like it was yesterday: Him sitting on one side of the compartment, Lyra on the other. She had been curled up, her quill scratching furiously. It had actually been kind of soothing. Then when he had realised they had almost arrived, he had told Lyra, then hurried off to find Crabbe and Goyle.

Crabbe.

Draco's heart twisted painfully. Crabbe was dead, killed in the Room of Requirement by Fiendfyre that he'd foolishly summoned. He had tried to stop Crabbe, but his childhood friend hadn't listened. Maybe it was for the best. After all, Crabbe had enjoyed using Dark Magic, especially on other students. Draco shuddered. While he had hated Muggles, especially Granger, there was a difference between cursing them and using Dark Magic on them. He wasn't sure if he could stomach the latter, especially after everything that had happened. Crabbe, on the other hand, would do it without hesitation, then laugh while doing it. Draco was startled to realise that he felt Crabbe was better off dead. While he mourned the passing of the childhood friend that Crabbe had once been, he didn't miss the new Crabbe.

The pages of the diary ruffled in the wind coming through Draco's open window, calling him back to his task. Draco looked down at the pages again. The first entry hadn't been as hard as he'd thought it would be. Draco swallowed, not knowing whether that was a good thing or not, then turned the page.

Monday 1st September 1991

I can't believe what's happened. Only this morning was I worried about leaving home, and excited about seeing a whole new world. Now I feel like that world has tipped upside down.

It has to be a joke. It has to be. It's impossible for it to have happened, but it has.

When Draco and I got off the train with Crabbe and Goyle, we were led by a giant of a man called Hagrid to the boats. Draco and I piled into one and they took us across the lake towards the castle. On entry, Hagrid stopped in front of a tall woman with a strict face.

"Welcome to Hogwarts. My name is Professor McGonagall. This way."

I followed Professor McGonagall up the stairs. She paused at the top, and rattled off a quick introductory speech about Hogwarts. I listened absently.

"Wait here, everyone," ordered the professor, and turned to enter the Great Hall. I gulped, fear rippling through me

"It's true then," Draco announced suddenly. Up until then he had been standing with his me, his childhood friends Crabbe and Goyle the other side. He pushed his way to the front of the crowd, Crabbe and Goyle following. Stopping in front of a boy with untidy brown hair and glasses, he eyed the kid. "What they were saying on the train. Harry Potter has come to Hogwarts."

I felt my eyes widen slightly, but otherwise kept my emotions under control as a storm of whispering broke out among the crowd.

"This is Crabbe and Goyle," said Draco carelessly. "And I'm Malfoy. Draco Malfoy."

A red headed boy next to Harry snorted. Draco rounded on him. "Think my name's funny do you? No need to ask you for yours. Red hair, and hand-me-down clothes? You must be a Weasley." He turned back to Harry. "You'll find that some wizarding families are better than others Potter. I can help you there." Arrogantly he offered the other boy his hand.

This time I rolled my eyes. Draco was so dramatic about these things. Sometimes I wondered if he would make any good friends if I abandoned him. After all, Crabbe and Goyle were only Draco's pet gorillas and about as smart as that too.

Somebody tapped Draco hard on the shoulder. He looked up. Professor McGonagall had returned.

"They're ready for you now," she said.

Nervousness rose up in me again.

The doors swung open, and I took my first steps into the Great Hall of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

I walked down between the tables, doing my best to ignore the stares and whispers as other students eyed the new blood. As we headed to the front of the room, I stared upwards, entranced by the starry ceiling. I heard another of the new students, a brown haired girl whisper of the ceiling being bewitched. "I read it in Hogwarts: A History," she whispered to the person next to her.

We walked up to the front, where the professor picked up a scroll and unrolled it. "When I call your names you will step forward. I will place the Sorting Hat on your head and you will be Sorted," she said clearly, her words ringing throughout the Great Hall. Glancing down at her scroll, she read out, "Abbot, Hannah!"

Hannah was placed in Hufflepuff, the table erupting in cheers when it was announced. This continued for some time, the rest of us shuffling nervously until Professor McGonagall called, "Malfoy, Draco!"

I watched my brother swagger forwards and plonk himself down on the stool. The hat barely brushed his hair before it announced, "Slytherin!"

I watched the table erupt in cheering as he walked over, a grin on his face, to sit next between Crabbe and Goyle.

"Malfoy, Lyra!"

The hat was placed on my head, flaps covering my eyes. To my shock, the hat spoke, "Interesting," it murmured. "You're not like the other one at all. You're more like your cousin. Well, in that case…Gryffindor!"

The world tipped upside down as a storm of whispering broke out. The Malfoy family was very well known for their pureblood beliefs, so people were shocked, to say the least, of this sorting. Well, so was I.

"Professor," I stammered, looking up at the woman, "there must be some mistake."

"Nonsense," she replied. "The Sorting Hat is never wrong. Now go sit down."

As I stood there in shock, I looked out towards the Slytherin table. Draco sat there, his mouth hanging open, his good cheer forgotten. The rest of the Slytherin table looked just as dumbfounded. I knew what they were thinking. A Malfoy not in Slytherin? How is that possible?

"Miss Malfoy, please sit down," repeated the professor. This time I obeyed numbly, moving towards the Gryffindor table. The students there were eyeing me with a mixture of hatred and distrust.

"Over here." A pair of boys beckoned to me with grins. They were both red-haired and freckly, and I recognised them instantly as the Weasley twins, Fred and George, having heard all about the family from Father. They were rumoured to be pranksters, and I wanted to sit as far from them as possible. The only other free seat was next to the brown haired girl that had been whispering about the ceiling. I picked that instead, sliding between her and another red-haired older Weasley.

After dinner, The older Weasley, Percy-who turned out to be the Gryffindor Prefect-led us upstairs to the Gryffindor common room. He gave a quick "Welcome to Gryffindor" speech, then sent us all to bed. As everyone left to find a dormitory, he asked me to stay back. I approached him hesitantly.

"I don't know what's going on," began the wizard, looking down at me. "But you're a Gryffindor now. I don't tolerate any nonsense in this House, and neither does Professor McGonagall. If you have any problems, you can see me or her."

The only free bed that was left was next to the brown haired girl, who I found out during the sorting was called Hermione Granger. She's probably a Muggle-born, because I don't think Granger has ever been part of a wizarding family. Once I might've cared. Now, I was just glad that there was a free bed. I could deal with everything tomorrow.

It wasn't the best welcome, with all the girls whispering about me and glaring, but looking back at it now I realise it could've been worse. At least Percy Weasley, the prefect, is looking out for me. He said he will, and I somehow know he's the type of person to keep his promises, not because he wants to, but because it's his duty to. At least I have a place to sleep and my things are all here. I'll see Professor Dumbledore, the Headmaster, tomorrow about all this, but I doubt that it can be changed. Professor McGonagall's words make me feel that I'll just have to take it as it comes.

I'm not in the dormitory, though I'll go to bed soon. I needed somewhere to think and write this all down, so I'm sitting next to a window with my owl, Athena, in the common room, writing this. Harry Potter is in here too, with his owl, who he says is called Hedwig. She looks beautiful, just sitting there, and it makes a very peaceful atmosphere, the both of us just sitting together quietly, each in their own world. I'm almost sorry to leave it, but I have to go to bed now because I'm getting tired. All I can hope for is that this will all work out in the morning.

Draco made a face when finishing the entry. He remembered the next day. It had certainly not worked out in the morning. It had all gone to hell for Lyra, and Draco knew that he and his family was one of the major causes.

"Draco, dinner!"

The boy started at his mother's call, then made another face. He hadn't realised that he'd spent so much time upstairs. His parents didn't know that he had been visiting his sister. He wasn't sure what they would think of it, so he'd been going by himself, telling his parents that he was 'going out'. He wondered when he should tell them, then shoved it aside. They knew where she was. If they wanted to see her, they would find their own way there. As Draco lay the book on his desk and moved it magically back to its original spot, he decided to return to St Mungo's tomorrow.

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