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Toujours Pur by TeamMalfoyx3

Format: Novella
Chapters: 3
Word Count: 2,693
Status: WIP

Rating: Mature
Warnings: Strong Language, Strong Violence, Scenes of a Sexual Nature, Sensitive Topic/Issue/Theme

Genres: Drama, Horror/Dark, Action/Adventure
Characters: Tonks, Andromeda, Bellatrix, R. Lestrange, Lucius, Narcissa, Pettigrew, Voldemort, Draco, OC
Pairings: Draco/Pansy, Lucius/Narcissa, Other Pairing

First Published: 09/08/2009
Last Chapter: 12/21/2010
Last Updated: 12/21/2010

Summary:
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CHAPTER 3 IS NOW VALIDATED! R&R please :)




Toujours Pur...
Is the motto of the Black and Malfoy families.
Lyra Virxinia Malfoy is the youngest child of 
Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy.
Born into a rich and powerful family, she
grows up to be spoiled and vain, but learns 
just how hard it is to live up to her father's expectations.


Chapter 1: |Intro| Set Me Free
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*I do not own ANYTHING except for my own made up characters and the plot. Anything you recognize is property of J.K. Rowling. Lyra Virxinia Malfoy and Ashlynn Lestrange for example, are my own characters that i have made for this story.*
(Chapter Image by weasleys_rule @ TDA)
                            
                                                                    Catch a falling star,
                                                                and put it in your pocket,
                                                                 Never let it fade away...*

 
Lyra Virxinia Malfoy. Has a nice ring to it doesn't it? I was born on December 27, 1982 in St. Mungo's hospital, around four am. I was brought into this world (against my will of course) a bit more than 2 years after my older brother Draco.

My mother, Narcissa named me after a constellation. That was to be expected; it was a tradition held in the Black family, and being the dutiful pureblood wife she is, she wouldn't dare break her family's customs. My father, Lucius gave me my middle name, Virxinia, which means pure in Latin. He chose this name for me to show the Wizarding World of our family's blood status; that the Malfoy family was untainted by blood traitors and mudbloods.

When it comes to appearance, I look just like my mother. We both have long, blonde hair, extremely pale skin, and delicate facial features. The only trait that makes me different from my mother, are my eyes, which are grey like my father's.  

I know that my parents wanted another heir. I'm sure of it. Or at least Lucius did anyway. When he found out my mother was pregnant with me, he had hoped I would be another heir to the Malfoy name. When I was born, I know that Lucius had  reassured my mother that it was fine that I had not turned out to be a son. In my opinion, that was a complete lie.

In the first year of my life, Lucius never paid much attention to me, preferring to spend time with Draco. This left Narcissa to take care of me most of the time. Throughout those year, my mother and I created a strong bond.

It wasn't until I was 4 years old, that father began to interact with me, teaching me about the importance of pureblood supremacy and blood purity.

By age 9, I was speaking fluently in many languages, and tried to please my parents at any given oppurtunity. I knew I was a pureblood, and relished in the fact I was above anyone who was not of my blood status. I'll admit it; I am vain. I love wearing fancy dresses and having my hair done up to perfection. Since my family is one of the wealthiest and most ancient names in the Wizarding World, I grew up living a luxurious lifestyle, and got the best clothing and jewellery a Pureblood girl could wish for. 

That year, on August 27, 1991, Draco recieved his acceptance letter to hogwarts, and left home soon afterwards, leaving me on my own with my parents. I remember being extremely jealous that he got to go to school, and mad that he left me alone with nobody to play with. I wasn't used to being the "only child" at first. It wasn't like I got any more attention. (Unless you count more negativity from my father AS MORE ).

I continued my life as usual, studying with private tutors and attending fancy dinner parties with my parents. I spent lots of time with my friends and cousin, Ashlynn Lestrange. She would always try to get me in trouble; she was like the sister I never had.

But during the time that Draco was at Hogwarts, father became even more unpleasant towards me. He wouldn't talk to me or acknowledge my prescence unless he had something to critiscize. He would yell at me if I did anything wrong, and if I resisted and refused to follow his orders, he would threaten and scare me into doing whatever it is he wanted.

My mother didn't do much when Lucius did these things to me. Narcissa didn't want a conflic to occur between herself and her husband, so she just went along with what Lucius said, whether she agreed with it or not. But I knew she still loved me.

I was always happy when my brother came home from school for the holidays. I loved how when Draco returned, everything was back to normal, and father stopped paying attention to me. When I was a small girl, I used to long for my father's attention. But I was glad to fade into the background of my father's mind. 

When I finally recieved my Hogwarts letter, I was so excited. I was relieved at the prospect of being away from my father and go to school with Draco at last. 

Finally, I knew I could escape all the problems I had at home. The nagging, the constant abuse, critiscism, frustration - all that would be gone while I attended Hogwarts for the next 7 years.

Well, that's what I thought - at the time. I imagined my school years to be successful and happy and without unnecessary drama.  Well, I couldn't have been more wrong. But then again, what eleven year old knows exactly what will happen to them in the future?

Unitl it happens of course.

And this is where my story begins.

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What do you think? Read and review please :) 
The lyrics in bold at the beginning of this story are from the song "Catch a Falling Star" by Perry Como.

Chapter 2: |Prologue| A December Daughter
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This story is going to be from many different character's POV's, mostly Lyra, then Draco, and occassionally other characters as well.
I began writing this story late last year and decided to re-write it because my last attempt wasn't as great as I would've liked. Even though i'm re-writing it, it's still going to have the same plot and characters I planned out before, but with better writing. So please review because review's are what keep me going :) it only takes 1 minute. 

thanks to musicbox @tda for the beautiful chapter image!
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                                                             PROLOGUE.
                                   " A daughter is the happy memories of the past, 
                                          the joyful moments of the present,                              
                                        and the hope and promise of the future." 
                                                           - Anonymous.


Narcissa's POV.
December 27, 1982

Small snowflakes drifted down from the night sky, swirling softly in the breeze outside Malfoy Manor. The master bedroom was practically dark, except for a dimly lit lamp that emitted a soft glow in a corner of the room. In the middle of the room, a woman with long, white blonde hair was lying in a bed of soft white sheets. Narcissa Malfoy sighed contentedly, enjoying the surroundings of her own house after being in a St. Mungo's delivery room for 24 hours. She slowly opened her eyes and stared up at the ceiling. Out of habit, Narcissa moved her arms away from her side and rested them on her stomach, which now felt strangely empty without her daughter inside. 

With a sudden desire to be close to her children, Narcissa pushed the blankets off her body and slowly got to her feet. Running a manicured hand through her hair, she walked out of her bedroom and down the hallway. The moonlight shone through the many windows, making the family portraits on the wall become easily visible and Narcissa's shadow appear elongated on the wall. 

To her right, Narcissa noticed the door to her son's room was slightly open. She opened the door, wincing as it made a creaking sound, and peered in. She could make out the shape of Draco's body, a lump under the emerald green sheets, and his hair, the same color as his father's, was noticeable even in the dark. Satisfied her son was safe and sound, she closed the door softly and continued to the very end of the hall, where the door to her daughter's room was wide open. 

Narcissa saw her husband, Lucius, looking over the edge of their daughter's crib, but glanced up once he saw his wife standing in the doorway. She walked over to him, smiling, and stared down at her daughter with him. "She's so beautiful," Narcissa murmered. She felt Lucius's arm wrap around her waste. "I love the name you chose for her," Narcissa continued, staring into Lucius's grey eyes.

"I do too," he replied simply.

They stood in silence for a few moments, until Narcissa broke the silence by asking a question that had been pressing on her mind. "Are you upset that we had a daughter this time, and not another heir?" 

Lucius stared into Narcissa's blue eyes, making her heart skip a beat. "Of course not. We will raise her to grow up into a respectable and well behaved pureblood of society; someone we can be proud of. And besides," he nodded his head in the direction of Draco's bedroom. "You have already produced an heir. That's all that really matters."

"True," Narcissa agreed, unsure if he was implying that as long as she had produced an heir to the Malfoy name, no other children who followed after Draco mattered. She didn't like the sound of that, as she remembered that when she was a child, she had been the youngest in the house, and always had to strive for her families' attention. Narcissa shrugged this off, assuming that's not what Lucius meant.

She sighed quietly, and her eyes felt heavy, like she would fall asleep any moment. She tried to hide a yawn by turning her head to the side, but this motion did not go unnoticed by Lucius.

"I think it is time we go to bed," Lucius said, more like a statement than a suggestion. 

"One second," Narcissa said. She leaned over and picked up her newborn as gently as she could. Her daughter opened her eyes and looked curiously at her, the same ice blue eyes as Narcissa. Narcissa kissed her daughter's head and placed her back in her crib. 

Lucius guided Narcissa towards the door and turned out the light. 

Narcissa heard her daughter gurgling in the darkness, which made her smile softly. "Goodnight Lyra," she whispered, and returned to the bedroom with Lucius by her side.
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Chapter 3: |Chapter 1| A New Addition
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                                                 *Chapter Image credit Anthea@TDA*

*Narcissa POV*
February 18th, 1983

Narcissa sat in the living room on the dark green sofa, across from Lucius, who was sitting in a chair and reading a book. Narcissa had just put Lyra to sleep, and Draco was playing in his room upstairs. Narcissa drummed her fingers across the arm of the sofa, anxious and bored. She glanced up at the clock. It was 7:30pm, and the minister of magic was expected to arrive at 8 with a four month old baby girl who would soon be living in Malfoy Manor. This girl also happened to be her oldest sister, Bellatrix's daughter.

Narcissa still couldn't believe that her sister had given birth to a child. Bellatrix had never been the most compassionate or maternal woman ever. She never showed any desire to become a mother, and yet on October 9th, 1982 Bellatrix became a parent. After her daughter was born, she was named Ashlynn Carina Lestrange. She was immediately taken away from Bellatrix and taken to St. Mungo's hospital to be cleaned and checked out. People from the ministry had the issue of deciding who would take care of Ashlynn, since Bellatrix couldn't raise her in Azkaban. It was decided a week later that Ashlynn would live with Bellatrix's closest relatives. Narcissa was thankful that the ministry didn't choose Ashlynn to live with her blood traitor sister, Andromeda and her mudblood husband. 

Narcissa and Lucius had attended appointments and meetings at the ministry to discuss the issue, and once it was confirmed, they had to wait 3 more months before Ashlynn could be taken to live with the Malfoys, since it took a while to get all the necessary documents prepared. 

There was a light knock on the front door, making Lucius set down his book and rise from the chair. They both left the room together and made their way down the hallway to the door. Their house elf, Dobby, opened the front door and bowed towards his master before scurrying away. 

"Ah, Lucius...Narcissa." A short blonde woman said clearly from the doorway, nodding towards the person as she said each name.

"Millicent Bagnold," Lucius said, shaking the minister's hand, Narcissa doing the same. "Would you like to come in?"

Millicent put her hand up. "Oh no thank you. I mustn't stay long tonight. A few issues have arrived at the ministry that I must deal with. Luckily, everything is ready and it won't take more than a few minutes to do."

"So where is Ashlynn?" Narcissa asked curiously. Neither she nor Lucius were allowed to see Ashlynn, and she was curious about what she looked like. 

"She will be arriving in a minute with Cornelius Fudge," Millicent said. "Now, I hope that you both remember everything we've discussed in our previous meetings?"

"Yes, we remember," Lucius said.

A loud crack from outside startled Narcissa. She stared past the minister and saw the faint outline of a body in the dark. 

"Oh good, here's Cornelius now," Millicent said. 

As Cornelius Fudge made stepped into the light emitting from inside the manor, Narcissa saw a small bundle wrapped in a black blanket. 

Millicent motioned Fudge to give the baby to Narcissa. Fudge pulled the baby away from himself and handed Ashlynn over to Narcissa, and she adjusted the child carefully in her arms. Narcissa looked down into Ashlynn's face and saw that she was awake. Narcissa was amazed to see that Ashlynn looked so similar to Bellatrix, besides her eyes which were green like her father, Rodolphus Lestrange. Narcissa looked up and saw Lucius looking at the baby over her shoulder. 

Millicent glanced down at her watch, her eyes widening in shock. "Oh dear, I must be going now. Well, I wish you luck. I know it must be hard to raise 3 young children, but I believe you will both be fine," Millicent said. 

"Goodbye," Narcissa said, watching as Millicent and Cornelius walked away from the manor, turned and apparated on the spot with two loud cracks.

Lucius closed the door and kissed his wife on the forehead. Narcissa was the only one who saw the gentle side of him, and for that she was happy. 

"I'd better put her in her crib," Narcissa said. They had set up a room next door to Lyra's, complete with all that a child could have. 

"I'll come with you. It's time to put Draco to bed anyway," Lucius said.

They walked up the grand staircase and opened Draco's door. They saw their son sitting on the ground and playing with his many toys, which were strewn all over the ground. He looked up and smiled when he saw his parents. "Mommy! Daddy!" He cried and got up as quickly as a one and a half year old could. He walked over to his parents and hugged Narcissa's legs. 

"Draco, this is Ashlynn. She is your cousin and she will be living with us," Lucius said. 

Narcissa crouched over so Draco could see the baby in her arms. Draco stared at his cousin for a minute and then yawned. "Can you put him to bed?" Narcissa asked. "I'll put Ashlynn in bed." 

Lucius nodded and Narcissa turned to head towards Ashlynn's room. Narcissa walked in and set her in the crib. The room was very similar to Lyra's, except it was a tiny bit smaller, and the color theme of the room was blue instead of pink. 

Narcissa turned off the light and silently shut the door. She was nervous about raising a child that wasn't her own, but she knew she had to do it for Bellatrix. She was her sister, she owed her that much. And Lucius would be excited at raising another pureblood child. At least it wasn't some mutant spawn like Andromeda had produced. Narcissa still grimaced at the fact Andromeda had named her daughter something as foolish and disgusting as Nymphadora. Narcissa shook the thoughts from her mind and went nextdoor to check on Lyra. Lyra was breathing quietly in her crib, fast asleep. Narcissa felt reassured, knowing her daughter, son, and niece were safe. Narcissa twirled her wedding ring absent mindedly on her hand as she gazed at her daughter and whispered, "Toujours Pur."
 


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