Pure Heart

The start of it all

Lyra Malfoy was as ordinary as they come, she cleaned up nicely, came from a normal family as much as it concerned the public eye, however, prestigious they were. The Malfoy's. By now you must recognize that name, so you must also realize that the one thing not so ordinary about Lyra was that she was a witch, and by blood, a powerful one at that, however she was still only young (just turned 11), and therefore not quite reached her full potential. She still has a lot to look forward to about the wizarding world. Most importantly attending the best wizarding school there is, Hogwarts, and of course she got in, in fact she received her letter to attend not even a week after she had turn 11 (September 6th 1991 [i know that this makes her and Malfoy 5 months apart but bare with me it will make sense]). This also meant that Lyra was one of the oldest in her year.

Lyra was a petite girl, with platinum blonde, shoulder-length hair, that she usually wore down with a small little plait, braided using a few strands of hair at the front so it fell nicely by the side of her face, although she was pale like the rest of her family, her checks had a bit of roseyness too them, and a few delicate freckles covered her nose. She wore a crooked smile that, unlike her father and brother, was warm and welcoming. Coming from the family she did her outfits were always clean and neat, often she wore skirts with knee high socks, accompanied by a pair of black flats, as well as a sweater or vest over the top of a collared shirt, that she tucked in to her waistband. With all that being said, Lyra often felt like she didn't belong when she stood next to her brother, they may have looked similar but other then that he pretty much acted like she didn't exist. Which brings us to this particular morning:

Lyra woke up in her room swaddled in blankets as the cold autumn air had started to drift in through the walls of her old house, the clock on her bed-side table was ticking loudly and she could her commotion coming from downstairs. Although it was muffled, Lyra's room was the closest to the stairs, someone was clearly talking in the hallway and by the sounds of it, they weren't very happy. Curious to what was going on Lyra untangled herself from the covers and slipped on the pair of slippers next to her bed. Her room was still very dark due to the large curtains that hung from the walls covering the windows, however a slither of light was creeping through from the light in the hallway and was entering her room by the gap in the door. She shuffled along the floor throwing a black dressing gown over her shoulders. When she went to open the door it made a loud creek and that was enough to get the person shouting to shut up, although she didn't hear what they were on about, it was clear to her now that it must have been her father. she stepped closer to the top of the stairs and peered down. Looking back up at her was her mother still dressed in her sleepwear, her father who was already dressed in his usual black suit and Dobby, the house elf that served the family. "You woke her up Lucius." Her mother whispered in a hushed tone as if it would solve the situation. "I can see that myself dear." Lucius said spitting furiously. "were you fighting?" Lyra questioned, who had now managed to take a few more steps down the stairs to meet her parents at the bottom, "no." her father was a man of minimal words when it came to her. Dobby had now come to stand by her and was cowering at her feet. Lyra had learnt not to ask many questions around the house so instead she slid passed her father and started walking down the hall to the living room, here, much like the rest of the house was dark, the walls were black and the sofas were a sort of forest green, they weren't very comfortable but they looked neat, they gathered around a small fire place that currently had smoldering remains from the fire that was clearly left lit last night. Dobby followed her "would madame Lyra like breakfast?" Dobby asked quietly, Lyra shook her head "how many times do i have to tell you Dobby, call me Lyra... please" Dobby tugged uncomfortably at his rags that he wore for clothes "Dobby would Love to, But Master Lucius has FORBIDDEN Dobby from doing so madame Lyra." she sighed but smiled softly "i can make my own breakfast, thank you, you may leave now" Dobby nodded and quickly clicked his fingers disappearing into a small cloud of smoke. Lyra stayed seated in the living room for a little while longer until again she heard something out in the hall.