I call James first thing after Draco's car is gone. The eldest son of Harry Potter picks up his phone before I can even hear the second ring. He asks me how was it gone and I tell him how our plan was such a failure. I want to cry but I force myself not to. I've promised myself long time ago to never cry again. The problem is, how can I stop myself from crying when I just found out that my father doesn't want me?
"The jerk really thought you made it up?" James says.
"What? About Hermione Granger being my mum? No. About him, the great Draco Malfoy being my dad? Yes."
"He's a total jerk, Lyra. Don't you mind him." He sighs like he always does when he's using that brain of his. "Get back home as soon as you can, okay? Before my mum finds out that you've been sneaking out of the house to meet that wanker."
"That wanker is my father, James," I utter slowly.
"I'm sorry," he says flatly without not emotion, and I'm wondering, whether he's sorry for mocking Draco or that I have Draco as a father.
"Who's home?" I asked.
"No one is. It's winter, remember? Mum's taking Albus and Lily to Uncle Ron's house and Dad is at work," he answers.
"How long have they been gone?"
"For two or three hours, I suppose. You know how Albus and Lily will throw a fit when Mum force them to go home and they don't want to. They'll be back in an hour or so, maybe."
It's just the beginning of winter break. James' siblings, Albus and Lily, always visit Ron Weasley's house to play with his children, Rose and Hugo. Ginny will have to literally drag her kids out of Ron's house if she really wants to go home. Both kids seem like they can never stop to play with Rose and Hugo. The same thing will happen if Rose and Hugo visited Grimmauld Place.
Ever since I came to London, James hax been my best friend in the whole world. Everywhere I walk, people look at me as if I am a Martian. It will be worse if they even know my name. I didn't understand it before, but after I found out who is my father, I now know why they do that. Fourteen years ago, Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy had a secret relationship, which resulted to Hermione's pregnancy of me. As far as people know, except being an ex-Death Eater, Draco Malfoy has no scandal. When people meet me, they'll be wondering why I look extremely alike to the famous Draco Malfoy. Especially, when most of them know my name in my birth certificate is Lyra Granger. The Potters have been really nice to me, unlike the Weasleys. The Weasleys are a bit wary whenever I visit them. Maybe that's because I resemble my father a lot. Thus, from my good relationship with the Potters, I become close with James Sirius Potter.
"Lyra, you still there?" James calls from the other line of the phone.
"Yeah," I say.
"You better come here hurry. Mum just sent a Patronus, saying that she'd be back in fifteen minutes. She'll have both of our arses if she found out you're not here when I clearly said the both of us are practicing Quidditch in the park across the house."
"Alright, I'm on my way. Just need to find a fireplace to Floo back to Grimmauld Place."
I'm about to hang up when I hear him calls me.
"Nymph?" he says. He sometimes calls me Nymph, the short form of my middle name, Nymphadora.
"We'll find away to make Malfoy realises you're his daughter, okay? Trust me."
"I trust you, James."
The Potters, as everyone always know would happen, live in the Grimmauld Place number 12. It was the home of the Blacks and the formal head-quarter of the Order of Phoenix. The house is still under the Fidelius Charm, due to Harry's paranoiam, and is protected with tons of Charms that I find it impossible anyone can ever come inside the house.
James is sprawled all over the couch in the living room when I come, his fingers smashing the buttons of his PSP, with earbuds stuffing his ears. If I am already tall enough to be seventeen year old, James is enough to be called twenty-five. He's fourthirteen, only a few months younger than myself, but already 5'10. He's also so much different than Harry, despite the way they look alike to each other. Harry is a low-profile kind of guy and it often bugs him where does James get his smugness. I heard stories about how James is so much like his grandfather, James Potter the first. So, I guess that's where my best friend Jamie gets all his attitude.
"She's not home yet, right?" I say, referring to his mum. James shakes his head.
"Nope. She's not here yet." I breath in relief. He sits up on the couch and I slump myself beside him, my head on his shoulder. James instantly circles his arm around me. It's good to have him around. He's already like brother to me.
"God, I'm really tired," I groan. "You don't know what I had to do to only talk to that jerk."
"That's good," he says. "Mum will believe that we just practiced Quidditch."
I nodd and straighten my position. "I think I'm going to take a shower. Tell Ginny that I won't join dinner."
As if on cue, there's a ring filling the whole house and the front door opens. Ginny and James' two younger siblings look tired but happy nevertheless. I greet them dryly and go to my room. I want to pitch myself from the Astronomy Tower when I hear what Lily says to me.
"Lyra Granger! I can't believe you get to watch Draco Malfoy practice without me!" Lily exclaims. I stop dead on my tracks.
"Shit," curses James slowly under his breath. If Ginny isn't too preoccupied on digesting what Lily just said, she'd have blasted James head.
"What did you say, Lily?" I laughs nervously, trying to act calm when my heart is beating like mad. Draco's acting skills that he unfortunately doesn't inherit it to me would be useful at times like this.
"Oh, don't play dumb, Lyra," she says. "Andrea Davies said she saw you there."
"Lily, don't you want to ask something about how to operate your new laptop to Albus?" James says in a rush. Lily frowns but it's a good think that Albus gets the message.
"I did not-"
"Oh yes!" Albus says. "I almost forgot about it. Come on, ginger, I'll teach how."
"I'll help you, that fine, Albus?" James says, pushin Lily quite roughly inside her room. Albus nods. In no time, the three children of the Potters are gone from the living room.
When I turn around to face Ginny, her face is as red as her hair. I grin meekly.
Ginny's voice is loud enough to shut up the whole continent.
"LYRA NYMPHADORA GRANGER! WHAT WERE YOU THINKING, COMING TO DRACO MALFOY'S PRACTICE?"
Yep, it's official. I will never get out of this house again.
I just re-read the "Miracle on 49th Street" and found out that the story has 30 chapter of story. Hopefully, I could make it on time, before you guys got bored of waiting. Fingers crossed.