EIethereal

Prologue

Ethereal: extremely delicate and light in a way that seems too perfect for this world.

Lyra came from a pure blooded family and a wealthy one at that; her father, Lysander Roth worked with the Ministry and had connections to some very powerful people, then there was her mother  Estrella Roth  was a beautiful woman (obviously Lyra inherited her looks).

Lyra Roth was the perfect girl. She was top of her classes, beautiful and kind hearted, which was a shocker as she was known as the Princess of Slytherin. Every eye would turn to her as she walked into a room, gracefully with her elegant dark skin that glowed in the sun, her coily hair that bounced as she strut, her smile was warm and welcoming. Then there was her eyes, a shiny honey color that sparkled and brightened with her smile, but there was something off about them; cold if you might say. Her smile was warm and comforting, it never showed in her eyes. But Lyra was a quiet, more kept to herself type of witch. Yes, she was the perfect girl and the perfect type for any guy -or girl- of Hogwarts.

But out of the many options of potential sutters, she picks Draco Malfoy. Don't get her wrong, Draco is a very good looking young lad with not only riches but brains too, but a girl like Lyra Roth the loving princess of Slytherin, dating Syltherin's snobby and rude Prince, Draco. You can see where people's confusement can stem from. Contrary to popular belief, the two of you were a great pare; yes he was still snobby and rude to other especially "mudbloods" , but she was always there to save the poor sap out of the clutches that was Draco Malfoy.

Yes, beautiful and kind, that was Lyra; no one would even think twice of her innocents. How could they not? She was the perfect sweetheart of Slytherin. What could she be possibly hiding.

...

Standing over the ledge of the Astronomy tower both Lyra and Draco looked down at parchment sent from Draco's auntie, Bellatrix. Hidden by the darkness of the night sky, they inspect their surroundings of any unwanted presents. Putting a silencing spell around them, they opened the letter.

"Draco, Lyra ." The voice of Bellatrix comes through as the letter animates to life. "The Dark Lord and the fellow Death Eaters are anticipating for you to complete your mission. Snape is keeping an eye on both of you so you don't slack off and forget what you were tasked to do...Draco, dear. I'm referring to you. Our families' reputation depends on you to complete this, the Dark Lord has high expectations for both of you, Lyra, especially. DO NOT FAIL US."

With that the letter burned to ash.

"So encouraging, auntie." Draco grumbles to himself in annoyance. He lifts his arm at the inked design that was permanently tattooed to his skin, dragging his cold fingers over it in a sorta hesitant manner. She grabbed his arm taking his attention away from it. Looming into his gray eyes she gave him a reassuring smile.

"This mark isn't something to be ashamed of, Draco." You reassured him as the soft touch of your fingers gracefully admired the dark sild. "This is what was brought onto us, and we should hold great honor that the Dark Lord has chosen us for a task so important. Godfather wouldn't have chosen you, wouldn't have chosen us if he didn't think we were ready for this." She let her hand fall into his, giving it a tender squeeze. "He picked us because we are the best option to invade. The rat hid cowardly in that ginger's trouser, and your father wasn't ready mah'Lord wanted of him."

I raised his hand over my mouth, landing a sweet peck on his pale white knuckles -contrast to her much darker skin. He smiled lovingly at the touch, pulling her closer by the waist, binging his other icey hand caresing her burning cheek. Due to the summer heat or her face flushing at her boyfriend's bold movements.

He stares into her sweet, yet deceiving eyes. "I wish we could've had more of these moments last year before summer." Draco whispered into her hair, pushing her head to rest on his chest.

"You mean before finding out who my god father was and being dragged into a war where I'm basically a weapon and have to actually talk to these muggle lovers." She gigged at the blunt explanation.

"Who would've thought my bethroughed is actually the Dark Lord's cursed Godchild? Doomed to end us all." He rolled his head sarcastically, waving to the sky at the title given.

"Who would've thought?" She nuzzled into the crook of his nape as he twiddle his fingers around a curly hair strand pressing a kiss on the crown of her head.

"I love you." His voice was soft, different from his whiny tone around Potter and his following guard dogs. This was a voice only you can hear.

"I love you too."