Summary: Lyra discovers she is the niece of Lord Malfoy. She considers herself blessed for finding what was left of her family. Along the way, she falls in love and marries the man that has been courting her.

It was the summer before her fourth year, and glamours that had been cast on Lyra began to fade. Sitting at the small desk, legs crossed, back straight, writing in what appeared to be a journal, her head inclined a little to the side was Lyra. She was a beautiful girl. She was wearing a black knee-length skirt, a white long-sleeved button-up shirt, and black one-inch wedge heels, with her hair black as night in a french braid as her bangs framed her aristocratic face, that was almost completely from the Black's, you could tell she was a Potter, but some characteristics were pure Black, obviously inherited from her paternal great grandmother who had been a Black, she also had traces from the Malfoy's and the Rosier's who had married Potter's along the line, granted, Lyra did know that her great-great-grandmother had been the only girl from the Rosier's. She seemed to have inherited traces from several lines, giving origin to beauty without precedent.

She was no longer a clone of James Potter. You see, ever since she was born, when anyone thought about Lyra Potter, they imagined and expected a clone of James in female form with Lily's eyes, they would have been prepared for little changes but nothing could have prepared anyone for what they would see when Lyra appeared on the train for the coming school year. She had no idea who could have cast a glamour charm over her and for what reason, but when it faded, she had been stunned, and amazed.

The best thing about the glamour having faded was Lyra's hair was no longer messy. It now had a gorgeous wave. And her eyes were no longer the shade of emerald. They were now a stunning grey with silver and blue specks. Lyra also grew. She had gone from five foot three inches, to five foot six inches. She also gained a few curves. In truth, Lyra looked like she was sixteen and not fourteen. She was clearly a Potter, but given the bloodlines that were showing in her features, Lyra was beginning to wonder if there wasn't more to her parents than people were telling her.

Lyra wouldn't be the least bit surprised if her mother had been adopted as a baby because from the pictures she has seen, Lily didn't look anything like Petunia. She has always found it strange that Lily was a witch, and Petunia wasn't. How likely was that? There was clearly something wrong with the Evans family tree. Lyra felt desperate to get some answers, and considering everyone who knew her parents has failed to tell her anything of importance, she would discover it on her own.

Taking a look around the miserable little room, Lyra called Dobby, and requested him to collect her belongings, and take her to Gringotts. She was going to get answers if it was the last thing she did. When she arrived in her account manager's office, Lyra requested a lineage test.

Lineage Results for Heiress Lyra Rose Potter

Father: Lord James Charles Potter (deceased)

Mother: Lady Lilith Elizabeth Potter nee Malfoy (known as Lily Amelia Potter nee Evans) (deceased)

Godfather: Lord Sirius Orion Black

Godmother Lady Narcissa Rose Malfoy nee Black

Titles: Potter, Peverell, Black (blood adoption), and Gryffindor

"I'm Lord Malfoy's niece," she breathed stunned. Now, normally, Lyra would be angry, but she has always felt a connection with the Malfoy family, she never told anyone about it. Most people thought that she hated them, but that couldn't be further from the truth. She was friends with Draco. She was friends with a lot of Slytherins. Lyra had friends in every house. The only people she wasn't friends with were Ron, Ginny, and Hermione. She hated them. She hasn't been friends with them for years. Ron tried to stop her from beinging friends with anyone that he or by extension, the Headmaster did not approve of. Hermione wasn't a friend because she was bossy and Lyra didn't like beinging told what to do by someone her age. Ginny, by Merlin, behaved like a harlot most of the time.

Lyra had nothing against Ginny for experimenting, but she was making her way through the boys of their year group. It was sickening. Unknown to everyone but a select group of people she trusted, Lyra was saving herself for the one she married. After finding out that a witch or wizard's magic formed a temporary bond when engaged in kissing or any sexual activity, she decided against experimenting. Lyra has also been learning everything that was required of a Lady of her station. Etiquette, dancing, politics, financial management. Anything and everything. Lyra now wore the Potter heiress ring. She has worn it since her second year when Draco had inquired about why she wasn't wearing it. The ring protected her from poisons, potions, mental attacks, and so on. Lyra also wore a necklace with a stag and doe that protected her from sexual assault. She had been incredibly grateful for it because when she had turned thirteen, Vernon had tried to take her innocence, and ended up cursed to within an inch of his life. It had also been the first and only time Petunia had stood up for Lyra, and now Vernon was in prison for child abuse and attempted sexual assault.

"Can you please write to my family, and have them come to the bank," Lyra requested. "Of course, heiress Potter," Goldaxe said, and not even fifteen minutes later, her family showed up. "What are we doing here?" Lord Malfoy inquired. "Before I get to that, did you by any chance have a sister?" Goldaxe asked. "Yes. My twin. She has been missing since were we six years old," Lucius said trying not to think about his sister. It caused too much pain. "Look at the parchment on my desk, Lord Malfoy," Goldaxe kindly directed. "Lily," he breathed stunned before looking at Lyra for the first time since entering the office.

"Lily Evans was your sister?" Draco asked stunned before looking at his cousin. "It would appear so," Narcissa said as she looked at her beautiful niece noticing the features she shared with the Malfoys, Blacks, and the Rosiers. "Before you leave, I need to ask. Heiress Potter, I look after the accounts you have. Do you need to know anything?" Goldaxe asked.

"Why do I have two trust vaults? And which types are they? I know of three types. Type one is a fixed amount of money that will have to last me until I get access to the main vault, type two is a refilling type that returns the balance of the vault back to the starting amount on a fixed date, and type three would add a certain amount either monthly or yearly," she said, smiling at Lucius and Goldaxe's expressions of stunned disbelief.

"They are both type three. Every year on your birthday, fifty thousand galleons are deposited into your personal vaults from the family vaults. Seeing as you barely use your personal accounts, you have well over 650,000 in each of them," he explained before looking down at the parchment in his hands. "I'm mistaken. It appears when you were twelve, you earned 3.4 billion galleons," he muttered stunned looking up and seeing a smirk on Lyra's face.

"At the end of that year, I killed a basilisk when it tried to kill me. I had it harvested," she answered the unasked question. "That's how you were able to gift me with a pair of basilisk hide boots last year for my birthday?" Draco asked stunned. "You are my best friend. I was not just going to get you any old thing," she smiled. "Now I know where you got that leather jacket and purse," Narcissa muttered. She had been stunned speechless when Lyra had gifted them to her on Yule.

"On to other business. Lord Black had opened a marriage vault for you when you get engaged. It contains half a million galleons inside," Goldaxe continued. "There wouldn't happen to be any betrothed or marriage contracts, would there?" she inquired. She had been dating Marcus Flint since the end of her third year. "Indeed there is. With the Flint family," Goldaxe answered not expecting to see a beautiful smile on heiress Potter's face. "Why are you smiling, my niece," Lucius inquired. He had been expecting her to be angry. "Marcus and I have been courting since the end of the school year of third year," she answered. "We have never been alone. Draco has been present for every outing we have taken," she continued when she noticed the frowns on her aunt and uncle's faces.

"I'm pleased with how well you have taken to wizarding traditions, my dear," Narcissa said smiling with pride for her niece. Lyra smiled before turning towards Goldaxe, "Can you combine my personal vaults into one? Also, I need you to recall any and all keys. I haven't had my trust vault key since my first year. If anything has been stolen, get it back with interest," she directed watching her uncle's and Goldaxe's faces, seeing looks of outrage on their faces. "It will be done," Goldaxe declared.

"That would explain why you looked to be wearing rags the last few years. How did you get the clothing you are wearing now?" Narcissa inquired. "Sirius. He owl order clothing for me that you adjust to my size. Speaking of Sirius, uncle Lucius, is there any way to get Sirius a trial? He did not have one in 81'. I tried telling the Minister last year, but Snape, the git prevented it. Merlin, I hate that man," Lyra muttered under her breath.

"Yes. I van call for a trial," Lucius answered causing Lyra to beam a stunning smile. "Why do you hate Severus?" Narcissa asked puzzled. "He's taking his grudge against a dead man out on his child. I also know that he is the one that told Voldemort about the prophecy which in turn, got my parents murdered," Lyra explained with an expression of rage on her face. "That would do it. How did you know about him telling the Dark Lord about the prophecy?" Lucius asked. "No one tells me anything about my parents, and when I saw a pensive in Dumbledore's office, I looked inside. I was consumed in rage. I came to hate that man more than I already did. How in Merlin's name is that vile man a Slytherin? He can't even mask his hate for my father," Lyra ranted. "You may have a point," Draco muttered. Severus maybe his Godfather, but he wasn't blind to the man's faults. He never imagined that he was one of the people responsible for Lord and Lady Potter's demise.

"Is your business with the bank concluded?" Lucius inquired. "Yes," Lyra said, standing with her new Gringotts card. Luckily, it was keyed to her blood and magical signature, so her money was now safe. She had also upgraded the protection on her family vaults with blood protection. "What's your view on the Dark Lord?" Narcissa inquired after she cast a notice-me-not and silencing charms around them.

"I don't hate him if that's what you mean. It was war. I know people die. But I do not agree with the cold-blooded murder of muggle-borns, half-bloods, and squibs. I also do not agree with the murder or torture of purebloods with different views. That is madness and it is not right," Lyra firmly said. She stood by her convictions. "That's difficult to disagree with," Draco muttered. "Furthermore, I am not one to bow and be branded like cattle," she went on before they entered Twilfitt and Tatting's. Lucius held his tongue, but he found he agreed with his niece. It was his father that forced him into the service of a madman. The Dark Lord wasn't always crazy, but he had done something to himself over the years, that he wasn't considering human any longer.

Narcissa ad Lyra wasn't surprised when Lucius and Draco did not come into the shop. Most men as a rule hated shopping, but that gave the women the freedom to purchase what they wanted without the men seeing and making a fuss about it. Granted, when Lucius saw the monthly statement that would change, Narcissa thought with amusement. Coming out of her thoughts, she saw her niece getting measurements for jackets, jumpers, sweaters, tops, t-shirts, blouses, dress pants, shorts, skirts, dresses, and jeans in different colors. She was then measured for robes and cloaks, formal, informal, business, and evening ones made of velvet, satin, silk, lace, brocade, embroidery, some casual cotton, and wool, the wool was similar to cashmere in emerald green, mint green, black, purple, lilac, gold, silver, pale periwinkle blue, sapphire blue, ivory, white, cream and finally a scarlet red. A few of them had extra detail. The white, ivory, gold, silver, lace, brocade, and embroidery were kept to a minimum, such as collars, sleeves inner lining or arranged on certain sections of the evening robes and cloaks. But only seven of them had the Potter, Peverell, Gryffindor, and Black crests.

"Well, I see that you do not need my help with different styles and colors," Narcissa said amused. "Daphne and Pansy had given me an education of fashion last year," Lyra said smiling at the thought of her friends. "They certainly did that," her aunt said smiling before they paid for Lyra's purchases joining Lucius and Draco. They then entered Trunks and Bags for all Occasions. Lyra purchased a five-compartment truck with enlarged compartments. One compartment was a full walk-in wardrobe with parts, like drawers for her socks, underwear, shirts, pullovers, and pants, apart for hanging her robes without them wrinkling, a set of shelves for her shoes and some general hangers could be chosen by labeled plates at the side of the compartment. Lyra just had to place her hand on the symbol, for example, a drawer for socks, and the compartment would turn to that part. It also had places for her jewelry.

The second compartment was a general storage area that worked like the first compartment. With students of Hogwarts, there always were many things they needed to transport and in the case of potion ingredients some of them were better stored apart from other things or they could damage them. The apothecary normally packed them safely, but what the student did over the school year was another matter completely. So the labels were for the ingredient shelves, the writing equipment, parchment, ink, and quills, the cases here were built specially to hold up to twenty bottles of ink safely in a box with single partitions for each bottle. Then there was an area for toiletries and towels, another area for Quidditch gear, and the last part for various things.

The third compartment was a miniature library with currently ten bookcases that could each hold about two hundred books. The bookcases could be labeled by the owner of the trunk and the plates at the side would adapt accordingly. The last compartment was a full equipt potions lab with safety measures to avoid getting hurt. Magic never failed to amaze Lyra. She was able to have the exterior the way she wanted, so it was now lined in black leather. The metal endings, the handles, and the clasp were in silver. And the stones were pearls. Engraved on the lid were her initials L.R.P. in blue and silver. She bought a bag with the same looks with a feather-light charm, fireproof and waterproof charms, anti-theft charms, and an unlimited extension charm.

She purchased the safety pack, enchantments that prevent damage and theft, and each compartment had the option of a password for each. To set the password she only had to put the tip of her wand on the stone of the intended compartment and say the password but only after the safety pack was on the trunk. The pack also has the option of shrinking and enlarging the trunk with just a touch of her wand. She thought it was the perfect way to protect her belongings.

They then went to Flourish and Blotts. Lyra purchased seven books on each subject along with three advanced books for each of them. Transfiguration, Charms, Potions, History of Magic, Defence Against the Dark Arts, Astronomy and Herbology. She had chosen three different advanced books on medical potions and spells. Two of which were thick-bound medical books, one showed diagrams of wand movements for charms and spells, while the second was an encyclopedia of all known medical spells and charms and what they were common and not so commonly used for.

Lyra then got history books because she was tired of learning about the goblin wars. She got books on warding, runes, and many other professions. Books on wizarding traditions, customs, and holidays. Wizarding fairytale books Lyra was positive that her parents would have read to her growing up. She also purchased two books on Occlumency and two books on Legilimency and a final two on advanced non-medical potions. Then she made quick work of picking up enough parchment to last for a whole year as well as selecting four new quills, which one was a pretty peacock feather that was self-inking in every color imaginable. She also remembered to pick up a new supply of both black and emerald green ink, and even a royal purple and navy blue colored ink she spotted and knew she just had to have them both.

She purchased books on anything and everything as you never stopped learning. Lyra then bought a few journals in different colors and styles. Their next stop was Dragon Delights. She purchased more jackets, long and short, knee-length skirts, trousers, dress coats, waistcoats, wallets, purses, handbags, even backpacks. She even spotted notebooks, folders, photo albums, and even boots and high heels all covered in dragonhide. She got one of everything from each dragon. The Chinese Fireball, the Hungarian Horntail, the Swedish Short-Snout, the Common Welsh Green, and lastly, the Norwegian Ridgeback.

Lyra may have clothing made from the basilisk hide, but considering how she grew up, she thought she deserved to indulge and purchased anything that happened to catch her attention. They then went to Eeylops Owl Emporium so Lyra could purchase treats and a new perch for Hedwig. Hedwig, was with Luna because Lyra had known that Vernon would have hurt her or kill her as he has threatened to do since Lyra had gotten her when she started Hogwarts. The last stop was at a wand shop in Knockturn Alley because Ollivander did not make custom-made wands. Lyra's new wand was ten inches and was made from the wood of the white ash tree, which was actually black, and was named for the color the ash was, white. The wood was washed in her blood, giving the jet-black wood a red tinge, and made it impossible for anyone other than her to wield it. The core was basilisk skin soaked in phoenix tears.

"Let us go home," Narcissa directed when Lyra was finished with her shopping. "Thank Merlin," the guys said making the girls smirk at their tired expressions. They could have gone home, but they didn't want to leave Narcissa and Lyra on their own.

When they arrived at the manor, they all relaxed for the evening as Dobby put Lyra's belongings away. He had known that she was of Malfoy blood when he found her, and the only way to keep his mistress safe was to find some way to force Master Malfoy to mistreat him so Missy Lyra could bond with him. In truth, his master and mistress never mistreated him or the other elves, but it was needed so he could protect his missy Lyra. She was worth it. Hopefully, Lyra didn't free him when she discovered that he had misled her.