Forsaken Bloodlines {HP x GOT}

Chapter 2: The Fire Within

The chill of the winter night was kept at bay by the roaring fire in the hearth of the Malfoy Manor's grand sitting room. Outside, snowflakes fell steadily, blanketing the grounds in a serene white. Inside, the warmth and comfort of the fire enveloped the room, creating a cozy sanctuary for the Malfoy family.

Narcissa Malfoy sat in her favorite armchair, deeply engrossed in the latest issue of the Daily Prophet. The crackling fire provided a soothing backdrop to her evening routine. On the floor nearby, Lyanna played with her set of enchanted figurines, their tiny movements and magical antics a source of endless fascination. Across the room, Draco reclined on a sofa, a thick book on potion-making balanced on his knees as he read intently.

The scene was one of domestic tranquility, a rare moment of peace for the often tumultuous household. Lucius was secluded in his office, absorbed in his own affairs, leaving Narcissa and the children to enjoy their quiet evening.

Narcissa was so focused on reading an article about the latest developments in the Ministry of Magic that she almost didn't hear the sudden, sharp hiss of pain from Draco. Her head snapped up, eyes wide with concern. "Draco, what happened?" she asked, her voice edged with worry.

Draco clutched his hand, his face contorted in pain. "I accidentally touched the edge of the fire grate," he said through gritted teeth. "It's burning hot."

Narcissa quickly moved to his side, taking his hand gently and inspecting the reddened skin. "Hold still," she murmured, reaching for her wand to cast a cooling charm.

As she worked, she noticed Lyanna watching them with a puzzled expression. The little girl moved closer to the fire, her curiosity piqued. To Narcissa's astonishment, Lyanna reached out and placed her hand directly into the flames. Narcissa gasped, her heart lurching in her chest. "Lyanna, no!"

But Lyanna simply looked back at her, unhurt and unfazed, her hand resting calmly in the fire. "What's wrong with Draco?" she asked innocently. "Why doesn't the fire hurt me like it hurts him?"

Narcissa was speechless, her mind racing to make sense of what she was witnessing. She quickly pulled Lyanna's hand away from the flames, examining it for any signs of injury. There were none. Lyanna's skin was as smooth and unblemished as ever, completely unaffected by the heat.

"How...?" Narcissa began, but she couldn't finish the question. She turned to Draco, who was staring at Lyanna with a mix of awe and confusion. "Draco, did you see that?"

Draco nodded, his eyes wide. "How is that possible, Mother?"

Narcissa shook her head slowly, her thoughts a whirlwind of speculation and worry. "I don't know," she admitted. "But we need to understand this, and quickly."

Over the next few days, Narcissa devoted herself to researching magical phenomena that could explain Lyanna's apparent immunity to fire. She scoured the family library, consulted ancient tomes, and even reached out to a few trusted contacts within the magical community. The mystery of Lyanna's origins and her unique abilities became an all-consuming quest.

Despite her efforts, answers were elusive. There were whispers of ancient bloodlines, powerful magics lost to time, and connections to realms beyond their understanding. But nothing concrete, nothing that could fully explain Lyanna's extraordinary nature.

Narcissa watched Lyanna closely, noting other small peculiarities—her resistance to heat, her uncanny awareness of her surroundings, and her almost instinctual grasp of basic magic. The child was undeniably special, gifted in ways that defied explanation.

One evening, as Narcissa tucked Lyanna into bed, the little girl looked up at her with those vivid purple eyes. "Will I always be different, Mother?" she asked softly.

Narcissa felt a pang in her heart. She stroked Lyanna's hair gently and smiled. "Different isn't bad, Lyanna. It just means you're unique, special. And we'll figure this out together, I promise."

Lyanna smiled back, her trust in Narcissa unwavering. "Thank you, Mother."

As Narcissa left the room, she couldn't shake the feeling that Lyanna's presence in their lives was no accident. The child's mysterious abilities and unknown heritage were pieces of a larger puzzle, one that would eventually lead them to the truth. For now, all she could do was protect Lyanna, nurture her, and prepare for the day when the secrets of her past would be revealed.