Inherited

"Lyra is a constellation," Theodore murmured.

"And what is that supposed to mean?"

"That perhaps you were never meant to inherit the darkness." His gaze softened. "Perhaps you were meant to shine through it."

The daughter of Bellatrix Lestrange. Raised beneath the roof of Malfoy Manor by Narcissa Malfoy.

Lyra Lestrange grew up alongside Draco Malfoy, finding a home in a family the wizarding world insists was never truly hers.

Yet no amount of love could silence the whispers that followed her through Hogwarts' corridors, whispers that painted her as Bellatrix's heir.

Some even whisper the Dark Lord himself is her father.

Lyra has long since stopped correcting them.

When you've been judged your entire life, eventually you stop trying to prove people wrong.

Returning to Hogwarts for her third year, Lyra expects nothing more than another year of whispered rumours, familiar faces, and the life she's always known.

Instead, she finds herself questioning everything she thought was certain. Old loyalties begin to blur, unexpected connections form, and for the first time, someone sees beyond the name she carries.

Then Bellatrix Lestrange escapes Azkaban.

Determined to reclaim the daughter she believes was stolen from her, Bellatrix refuses to let Lyra remain the girl Narcissa Malfoy raised.

To Bellatrix, blood is everything, and Lyra was always destined to inherit more than just her surname.

Caught between the family that gave her life and the family that gave her a home, Lyra must decide who she is before the war, or before her mother decides for her.

A Harry Potter fanfiction

I own Lyra Lestrange, and Rosalie Selwyn. All others characters belong to JK Rowling as well as the plot, besides whatever I have added.