EIethereal

Chapter 1

The summer of 5th year was when things started to change. My Upperclassmen, Cedric Diggory's surprising death during the Triwizard tournaments shocked the wizarding world.

That year, we had Umbridge —a frog face, and sweetly wicked lady. If I wasn't trying to be on her good side to avoid painful detentions with her, I would have joined the latter with getting her out. Acting like she owns Hogwarts —like she owned she owned me.

Disgusting.

Along with that the topic of "he who must not be named" had once been Potter's wild accusations soon became true from the recent attack at the ministry of magic. That summer is when our life would reach the point of no return: meaning that me and Draco were now a part of the Dark lord's army, or more knownably as Death Eater.

Draco seemed anxious, nowadays after bearing the mark. He barely ate, slept, or even smiled. I, on the other hand, am indifferent. I knew of the dark lord's coming, how could I not with MY parents preaching it all the while I was at home, but I grew worried for Draco's mentality —clearly all of this was taking a toll on him, with him being new and young. Trying my  best to encourage him, but seemingly the words of affirmations soon turned to white noise to his ears.

"What is the reason for this dinner party anyways?" I questioned pulling the hem of my  dress. The car ride to Malfoy manor had been in cold silence, till I spoke up.

 Mother, sitting across from me, holding up a golden handle mirror, examining her features and checking her makeup. Her hair curled to a bun with coils of strands elegantly hung to frame her face. I would say she was beautiful, breathtaking, but her face held no emotion, just cold and disinterested. Father, sitting beside her, has grown lines of age as well as grey hairs that came in contrast to his dark skin.

Clearing my throat, they obviously didn't pay  any mind.

"Ahem!"

Mother humed, putting her mirror down to face me.

"He's going to become one isnt he?' I interrupted whatever mother was saying as I wasn't paying attention .

"Yes but," I interrupt.

"It's not fair." I snuff out.

"Yes but Lyra." i interrupt again not letting her finish.

"It should be me. I know more about you guys Draco didn't know they were still active till the Quidditch World Cup I've known my entire life. You know what the Dark Lord will do to him if he fails mother." I've rambled forgetting that Draco and Narcissa were behind us. We paused outside the car my mother stopping outside our car to take us to Malfoy Manor where we are going to stay the beginning of the summer because of Death Eater "business"

"Lyra, your father and I have been hiding something. I'll tell you when we get home."

"What? Just tell me now. Why tell me now?" Draco put his hand on my shoulder giving me a reassuring look. I let out a huff of air not continuing my yelling. I hated being lied to especially by my own family. They told me everything even that they never stopped being death eaters. That I needed to be nice to the muggle lovers so that people would think that "they changed" when they had me. They were great parents, just had different ideals than other wizards that us pures should remain pure.

After falling asleep on Dracos shoulder on the ride home we arrived at Malfoy Manor After stepping inside and gaining my surroundings I wasted no time to get my answers.

"What are you hiding mother?" I ran my hand through my hair, mother looked surprised walking around me.

"Did you dye your hair?" ran a piece of my hair in her hands looking at it. Pulling away I pulled the strand she was looking at out her hands to my view. My usually off black hair was red. Looking over at draco to see if he did it he's shaking his head no.

"It's starting." Narcissa said with a smile.

"What?" I looked over at her confused. My mother guides me over to a couch pulling out a book.

"Do you remember the story we told you of the cursed god child?" I haven't heard of that legend in years. Almost every wizard unless muggle born has heard of that legend for the last two generations.

"Yes the dark lord "cursed" well more like blessed his godchild with immaculate power maybe more powerful for him. The power to cast spells even without a wand.so on and so one their overpowered. It's a Myth. What? Are you going to tell me I'm the cursed godchild." I chuckled but stopped after seeing no one, not even Draco laugh, rather he was looking behind me. I slowly turned around being met with the Dark lord standing next to my Father.

"Lyra meet your godfather." My mother put her hands on my shoulder guiding me around the couch to be close to him.

"You were telling your mother that it's unfair that the Malfoy boy had to be a Death eater. Well child." He grabbed my arm moving his wand over my wrist sending a shocking pain as it slowly revealed a tattoo that matched my parents.

"You have been a death eater before your first birthday. My Goddaughter. My greatest pride. My weapon to burn. You don't know just how powerful you are but you will." How did he know what I told mother?

"I've always been with you listening, watching, in your dreams we have communicated for years you just never knew. I've guided you all your life." Memories of vivid dreams, Imaginary friends helping with bullies when Draco wasn't around, I always thought it was a coincidence. I slowly walked into his hug accepting that I am the cursed godchild.

Looking around the room Bellatrix and other death eaters came out clapping and congratulating me and my parents and to make them proud. But I couldn't care less. I wanted to meet Draco's eyes. When I finally caught his gray eye I pulled away not focused on the people looking at me walking towards Draco.

"I didn't know. I would've done something." His fingers ran over the dark mark that no longer feels like a sting but likes its been on me for years.

" I knew." I pulled away temporarily looking at him confused.

"3 years ago when your parents had come to pick you up early from here I overheard them talking about you and the Dark lord. I put two and two together. Whenever you mentioned the Darklord around they had a look. I just wanted to have you before all of this happened." I wrapped my arm around him. I looked around the room, Voldimort holding his hand out to me. I knew what he wanted. He was going to train me, take me away for who knows how long.

" I don't know what to do." Draco pulled me closer to him running his hand in my hair mumbling something. A red glow appears on both our wrists.

"When we miss each other just touch it we'll know." Kissing my forehead he whispers.

"I love you."

"I love you too. Ill be back I promise. Stay strong with me. We were chosen." My mother always said the strong ones were chosen. Never knew what she meant until now.