So, my new fanfic, YAY The first chapter is done from third person, but I'l be using diary format from Chapter 2 onwards, with a bit of third person here and there. This is post Second Wizarding War, but will jump forwards and backwards (well, it is a diary style story), so just ask if anything seems to confusing, I'll be happy to explain it further.

This story is set from a Malfoy's point of view...but not the Malfoy you may think. Like Sirius, this Malfoy bucked tradition by being Sorted into Gryffindor. That's all you need to know for now, I think, so read on and enjoy!

As always, I don't own anything in here except the character I created (and her diary too!). I'm but playing with the same materials. Sue me, I dare you. You'll get nothing. Not even dust. So there.

The room was bare but for a spray of pale blue wildflowers in a vase. Its walls were white, and sunlight shone in through a window to pool at the foot of a bed, in which a teenager lay. The light crept cautiously upwards, brushing towards a pointed chin, and silvery eyes set in a pale face underneath white-blond hair. The silver eyes were fixed on the girl lying in the bed, who shared the boy's pale face, pointed chin, and white-blond hair.

Someone knocked on the door, then it swung open. The boy looked up. A teenager with fiery locks walked into the room.

"Weasley," said the blond boy, his voice sharp but wary.

"Malfoy," replied the girl, equally wary. She hesitated, then continued. "I need to speak to you."

"Well, you are," replied Draco, his face blank. He wasn't going to show any weakness in front of the Weasley girl.

Ginny lifted something in her hand. "Lyra gave something to me…said if something ever happened to her, that she wanted you to have it first." She offered it to Draco.

Draco stared at it. Lyra's diary. I recognise that-she was writing in it on the train during our first ever journey to Hogwarts. For a moment breath caught in his throat, and his eyes burned with tears. Quickly, he forced down the emotions. No. No weaknesses. Not in front of Weasley, no matter what she says to me.

Keeping his voice blank and polite, he asked, "Why?"

Ginny shrugged. "I don't know. No offence, but I'd given up on you a long time ago. I don't think she ever did. All she said was to make sure that you got it."

Draco raised his hand, carefully taking the book from the girl's grasp. He let his breath out in a sigh and looked Ginny in the eye for the first time since she entered the room. "Thank you." The words were strained, but they echoed through the silence.

Ginny looked startled, but quickly recovered. "You're welcome," she said finally, studying him. "I'll be outside," she added, "to stop anyone coming in."

Draco nodded. The first day, he'd been interrupted no less than four times, each by different people. After he'd almost cursed the last person to walk in on him, Ginny and Hermione had organised a schedule. Draco currently had 2 hours to spend in this now empty room, with a person he'd loved, hated, and now missed terribly.

As Draco took the girl's hand, the memories of when he'd last seen her alive rose up again…

I was running. I don't know where, I just knew I had to get out of here. Had to get away from the terror and screams. I could feel one of my own rising up in my throat. I quashed it, shoving it away into the deepest, darkest corner of my mind. I knew that if I started screaming, I would never stop.

Suddenly another image swims before my eyes. A scream in the darkness. A young girl, probably a first or second year that snuck into the school for the last battle. She lies on the floor, writhing from the Cruciatus Curse. Even as she screams, I leap towards her.

"No!" The yell bursts from my throat as I round the corner. I recognise the corridor, the black robe and silver mask of a Death Eater, and the young girl that was whimpering in pain. What shook me to my core was the sight of a different girl, as familiar to me as the back of my hand, curled in the foetal position on the ground. The Death Eater laughed and raised his wand. "Avada-"

Though I had Mother's wand (she gave it to me after Potter took my own), I charge him with a cry of rage. I could feel the echoes of pain linger across the bond we shared, tucked away in that same hidden corner where I stuffed my scream. I had tried to ignore it, but like a cup overflowing it had gotten away from me. I guess you can't really ignore the bond that twins have though.

I fly into the Death Eater, shoulder-tackling him hard enough that he hits the ground, his wand flying from his hand. I snatch it up, prepared to fight for my life, but then realise he's out cold.

Without a moment's hesitation I turn to the other girl on the ground, stuffing my newly won wand into pocket of my robes. My gaze slides over your face, sweat-filled and pale, both from your natural colouration (though it was still more tanned than mine due to your spending more time in the sun) and the pain from the Unforgiveable Curse. But your eyes are open to show the silvery grey that we both share, and I sink to my knees in relief. You're alive.

"Draco?" Your words are slurred with pain, but understandable. You struggle to a sitting position, leaning on the arm I offer you without a moment's hesitation your eyes piercing me like a silver spear. "Why?"

"You were right." The words left my mouth in a whisper, which cracked as I spoke. "I couldn't just watch, I couldn't, you're, you're-" I broke off again, and unable to do anything, pulled you into as fierce a hug my shaking arms can give you. The words ran unspoken through my head, but doubtless I knew you would hear them. You always did. You're my sister. You're my twin. My other half.

The clock chimed, snapping Draco out of his stupor. His hand was still clasped around his twin's as he looked for the source of the distraction, then sank back into memories.

"Thank you," you whispered, looking into your eyes. "I knew you could do it. I always believed in you, Draco."

I feel a buoyant joy rush through me, then I'm flying through the sky. I could touch the stars , that look in your eyes, the admission that you've held onto faith for that long, it has lifted me that far.

Suddenly you get to your feet. You turn to help the girl up, then your shoulders slump. She's dead. "I can't save them," you mutter. "I never can."

"Where are you going?" I demand, as you turn away.

"The Great Hall," you reply. "I have to see this through."

I gape at you. "But-"

"Drake." That name, that childhood name, I haven't heard it for so long. For seven years, in fact. Its use silences me. You face me, you head high. "Remember when Dumbledore told me that the Sorting Hat Sorted me because I had a rare sort of courage, the courage to remain true to myself?"

I nodded mutely, still struck dumb from my old nickname.

You met my gaze, your eyes pure steel now. "He was right. I do have that courage. And being true to myself means fighting for what I believe in." You take a breath. "I am Lyra Malfoy, daughter of Narcissa and Lucius Malfoy, twin sister of Draco Malfoy, seventh year student of Hogwarts, Head Prefect from Gryffindor House, the House of the noble and brave. I have to see this through. Come with me or don't, but I'm going to the Great Hall to fight this fight."

Looking at you, I understand, yet I don't. There are so many things I don't know about you, so many ways you have changed. Even as I struggle to answer, you smile sadly at me. "Maybe it's for the best. Goodbye Drake." Then you're gone, leaving me next to another dead student.

Draco realised his cheeks were wet with tears. Angrily he swiped them away, then quickly blew his nose on a handkerchief. Luckily, he still had another hour, so nobody had walked in on his moment of weakness. Looking down, he realised he still held the book-diary, he corrected himself. Lyra's diary-in his hand. Taking a breath, he opened it. In the front cover were the words "Property of". But there was no name. Instead, a drawing of a lyre was on the dotted line. The musical instrument was drawn in black ink with simple lines. It looked like something a 2-year old could've drawn. She always used to sign letters like this Draco remembered, fighting back more tears.

There was also a folded letter with a letter "D" on it. Without hesitation, Draco picked it up and opened it.

Dear Drake,

It's been a long time since I've ever had to use that name. But I guess that's just me as usual, clinging to the past. Nowadays, I want to hold to me harder than ever. I hope you've been okay, especially with everything you've been through.

There are two letters here. One for you to read at the beginning, and one at the end. I hope you do read them in that order, but then you never listened to me all that much.

I gave this diary to Ginny with instructions to pass it on to you in case something happened to me. I wanted you to read it first, so that I won't feel so far away anymore. Maybe you'll understand why I made the choices I did and became the person I am. Why Ginny? Well, I trusted only Hermione and Ginny, and I decided that you would prefer talking to a blood traitor over a Muggle. Though, thinking of it now, I don't really know anymore. You've changed as well as I.

There are so many things I haven't said here, but then I guess they'll be revealed in the other letter. But I don't have much time. We are preparing for war-Neville has just been summoned to Hog's Head for some reason. I can feel everything trembling on a knife edge, all too ready to fall over. At this point, we're standing on its blade.

So, all I can think of right now is to ask you to read my diary. Maybe it will help with the pain, I don't know. But it's better than nothing.

Your twin always,


Draco let his eyes slide shut. The letter drifted to the floor as his head slumped into his hands. Tears leaked between his fingers as the memories assaulted him again.

I don't know how long I sit there, paralyzed by indecision. I finally lurch to my knees, then turn hastily. The dead girl student is still there. Well of course, she can't have moved. I fumble for a handkerchief, then carefully cover her face with it, covering the expression of pain. As I do, I swear that her features relax minutely. I stare, wondering what to do, but nothing comes. I've done all I can.

"I'm sorry." The words sound so strange, lingering in my mouth, so I spit them out so that world may hear my guilt and shame. "I'm sorry!" Sorry, sorry. The word echoes down the corridor, mockingly. They're finally cut off by screams of terror, coming from the direction you ran in. The direction of the Great Hall. Something truly terrible has happened, and I finally lurch to my feet, taking off without hesitation towards the noise. I have to find you.

I do. You're on one side of the hall, facing two Death Eaters at once. I recognise Amycus and Alecto Carrow. You duck and weave around their spells easily, firing off hexes of your own. I draw Mother's wand, and run towards you. Even as I watch, you deflect Amycus's spell as Alecto's flies towards your chest.

"Stupefy!" My own spell collides with the other in midair, bursting into a shower of sparks. The three of you wheel around surprised.

Alecto recovers first. "Always knew you were a blood traitor at heart, Draco Malfoy," she sneers. I was pleased to see that one of your earlier spells had left a trail of blood sliding down the side of her face. With it, she looked about as mad as Aunt Bellatrix.

I look at her. "Lyra is my blood. By doing nothing, that would've made me a blood traitor." Even as the words leave my mouth, I know I've spoken straight from the heart-a rare occurrence for me.

"Why are you here?" You're surprised. For once, my actions have startled you.

"Did you honestly think that I was going to let you run off and get yourself killed after I just saved your life? You're stupider than I thought." Moving to stand in front of you, I offer you a hand.

Hope fills your face. You place your palm in mine and smile up at me. "Thank you."

"No," I reply, both of us turning to face the murderous siblings hand in hand. "Thank you."

I can't do it. I can't continue this. Even as the words ran through Draco's mind, he was transfixed. It was like he had no control over the images in his own mind. They flickered through him searing themselves forever into his brain. He got up, stumbling.


Unbeknownst to him, someone had entered the room. It was the Granger girl. Draco gulped, fighting tears, guilt, and agony. I couldn't help her. The words ring through his mind. I never can.

"Are you…" Hermione hesitated, then took a step closer to the boy that had hated her simply for existing. "Are you alright?"

Draco ran, letting Lyra's diary drop to the ground. Even as he fled, the memories continued to spill over like an overflowing cup.

We stand together, duelling, each anticipating the other's moves. It's as if we've worked together all our lives. Maybe we have, I consider, thinking about our bond. Even as I think this, a skilful spell of yours sends Amycus's wand flying out of his hands, and him crashing to the ground like a puppet whose strings have been cut. Alecto screams with rage. "Good job," I yell, turning to you with a smile.

I see your answering grin. Together, we bring the other Carrow down. Then we turn to eachother. "Drake-" you being, then your eyes widen. I didn't know what you were going to say. Instead, you shove me aside, your wand up, shouting something.

An explosion rocks my world, tipping it upside down. When it stabilises, I stagger to my feet, my ears ringing. I scan frantically for you. My eyes finally light on a pool of black school robes. They would be indistinguishable from any other student's, but for the shock of white-blond hair on strewn around it. As if I'm underwater, I move towards you, dropping to my knees. You stir as I lift you up. "Drake." I see the thin stream of blood course down the side of you face.

No, no, no. this wasn't supposed to happen. You didn't deserve this. My mind screams frantically while I stare, numb. "Don't go, whatever you do, please don't go." The words slip out before I realise I'm saying them.

"Did we win?" you ask sleepily. I realise I'm too late. I could've never saved you. I just wasn't strong enough.

"Yes," I whisper, not sure if I'm talking about our battle, or the overall war. It no longer matters to me anyway.

"Good," you sigh. "It was worth it."

No, I wanted to say. Your death isn't worth the victory. Maybe I was being selfish, but it felt true enough to me. Nothing made your death worth it.

"You'll stay, right?" Your question jolts me out of my trance.

"Of course," I reply fiercely. This time I will, anyway.

"Good," you repeat. "I don't want to be alone."

I want to scream, but that's what you're doing to me. You're leaving me here by myself. But I don't. Because if I open my mouth, if I open my heart, I'll start screaming, and I know I will never be able to stop. I don't realise I'm crying until you say, "You're getting my robes wet." You sound somewhat amused, but mostly tired.

"Don't go," I repeat uselessly. "I need you. You're…me."

You smile with what looks like the last of your strength. "I know. I just had to make sure you knew too, Drake." You sigh again. "I'm glad you came." I see you smile again. "I''ll be back, I promise." Then you're gone.

I don't know how long I sit there. I don't see the last of the Death Eaters lose. I miss the defeat of Aunt Bellatrix by Mrs Weasley. And, as stupid as it sounds, I didn't even notice Harry Potter finish off You-Know-Who. I'm too busy, trying to drown the sudden emptiness that you've left behind. It's like I've lost half my mind. I thought that I hated you. I thought I'd blocked you out. But you were always there.

And now you're not.

"Is he alright?"

"I don't know."

"Should we get a Healer?"

The words slowly filtered through. Draco became aware that he was curled up with his hands over his head. It took him some time to realise that the shuddery breaths were coming from his mouth.

"Hey, Malfoy. Malfoy!"

The words cut through the last of Draco's haze. He looked up. Somehow he had made it to the waiting room. Draco's eyes wandered over them, desperate to find something to distract them. Potter was there too. And that Luna Lovegood girl. Ron and Ginny Weasley. George, with the gap where his ear should've been. His older brothers Percy, Bill, and Charlie. Mr and Mrs Weasley.

Draco realised what a fool he'd been, when he'd abandoned Lyra all those years ago. He'd thought she'd see the error of her ways. He thought she wouldn't be able to handle being alone. He'd thought she'd come back to him, and Mother and Father. But she hadn't. She'd found a family, a far worthier one too, by the looks of it. She'd surrounded herself with people who cared and loved her far more than he ever could have. A sob choked its way up his throat. Draco no longer cared if he appeared weak in front of any of them. By the looks of it, most of them had cried too.

"Malfoy?" The name was tentative.

Draco turned. Granger stood there warily. She offered him something. "You left it behind in her room.

Lyra's diary. Merlin's beard, would she always haunt him?

Granger seemed to have seen the look in his eyes, because she spoke again. "She wanted you to have it."

Draco shook his head stubbornly. "I can't." his voice cracked on the last word.

"You can, and you will," replied Hermione, just as stubborn as him. Must've gotten it from Lyra.

Draco pushed one word out through the pain. "No."

"Yes," replied the brown, bushy-haired girl. "Do you know why?" When Draco continued to stare, she said, "Because she would've done it if it was you."

The words pierced Draco to the heart he had never been aware of until the battle of Hogwarts. He took a deep shuddery breath, meeting Granger's eyes without hate for the first time. The brown orbs were full of deep sadness, but not pity. Draco had a feeling that she knew he would hurt her if he saw pity. Draco had an overwhelming urge to crumple to the ground, and wondered if she'd catch him. Instead, he took his twin's diary with shaking hands. "Thank you." This time, the words truly came from the heart.

Then, overwhelmed by everything, he turned and ran out.

Well, what do you think? The first chapter is always the hardest for me. Anyway, a warning, this is Dramione in places, because I prefer that to Ron. Sorry Ron-fans, but I always thought Draco-Hermione were Romeo-Juliet. Anyway, hope you liked it!

Lyra also is named after a constellation btw...Naming her was the hardest part!

This does follow first to seventh year, but I'm not going to write all of it! I'm just going to use bits here and there (otherwise I'd never get it finished!) Most of my character's growth and diary entries will probably be during the sixth/seventh year. I'm tweaking everything around for my story, sorry J.K.!

You guys want anything in particular to be included? Message me, and the most common ideas will get put in the story! YAY for you! :D

That's all I can think of for now, ENJOY FOLKS!

~ Love always, MagicalLeaves