Petunia sat in her living room, the fire crackling quietly, waiting for a knock on the front door
She had received a letter about an hour ago, delivered by owl no less, telling her that someone would be contacting her shortly.
So she had waited and still was waiting. She glanced at the clock just as a flash outside the window caught her eye. She walked over to the window and saw the streetlamps blinking out one by one all along the street. As she watched a new light appeared travelling up the road followed by a rumble loud enough for people to think it was thunder.
Petunia walked to the front door and opened it just as a man walked up the path to the house. He had long white hair and an even longer beard and wore floor length... Petunia couldn't think of the word...robes maybe.
He held what looked like a screwed up blanket in his arms. Petunia watched the blanket as he walked closer and realised it had moved. It wasn't a blanket at all, but a baby.
"Sorry to disturb you Mrs Dursley. But this is an important matter that cannot wait." The man said.
Petunia blinked a few times before gesturing for him to come inside. He bowed his head slightly and walked in.
"What's all this about Mr...?" Petunia asked trying to sound irritated, but really just sounding tired.
"Dumbledore. I'm afraid I have some bad news." The man said sadly. "Last night your sisters' house was attacked, her and her husband didn't make it."
Petunia looked at the baby again. It was her nephew Harry she realised. Dumbledore held out the child towards her and Petunia took him carefully in her arms making sure she didn't wake him.
"We need you to take care of him. He has no other family." Dumbledore explained.
Petunia nodded quickly. Of course she would take in her nephew. Something clicked in her head. Her sister had had twins, but only Harry was here. "Where's the other one? My sister had twins."
Dumbledore looked down a pained expression on his old face. "We don't know." Petunia gasped. "We found neither a body nor any other trace of her."
Petunia realised what that meant. Either she was dead and could not be found or she had been taken.
Narcissa carried the new baby into the main sitting room of the manor rocking her gently as she slept, taking a seat next to Lucius.
Silence filled the room for a minute before Narcissa spoke. "What shall we call her?"
Lucius looked at her before saying, "I hadn't thought about it. The Potter woman called her... Ileana I think."
"Well. It's a pretty name; I think it would be good as a middle name. But it's not really a Malfoy name is it." She fell into thought and Lucius sat watching her as she tried to think up a name for there new child. "What about Lyra?"
Lucius smiled, leaned over and stroked the babies head. "Welcome to the family, Lyra Ileana Malfoy."