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The multiverse is a strange thing, funny sometimes. Little moments divided up these worlds, sometimes a sandwich not eaten, a calamity that never came or a hero that was never born. The world you were born in was not in your control, but you were born in every world. You are infinity, there's a million versions of you that exist and breathe. There's some realities where you die a hero, and some where you lived long enough to become the villain. You are born into the world, and you are the only one that can change the narrative.

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When Lyra Druella Malfoy was born, her father was greatly disappointed. She was the first child born but her birth was a risky one. Narcissa couldn't bear more children and Lucius was forced to raise a daughter as an heir. Lyra was the tragedy that the Malfoy name had to bear.

Raised with pure-blood ideals or not, there one day comes a time in every child's life where they form their own minds about how the world works. They come to an age where they see through the façade their parents put up. When they get up and leave the shackles of their childhood that had chained their free thinking. Lyra was no exception. 

In a world where Lyra was born a daughter and not a son, she was a hero.

Lyra Malfoy did a lot of things that her family's ideals did not match up with. Falling in love with a Gryffindor, Harry Potter of all people, was just one of them. And never was a story that was not dramatic enough when two enemies fell for each other. There were two sides to the war, and there were two hearts that were bound to break.

Thirty-three days before Lyra Malfoy turned eighteen, Lord Voldemort was defeated by Harry Potter.

Thirty-three days before Harry Potter turned eighteen, Lyra Malfoy and her mother disappeared from the wizarding world, their whereabouts known to none.

or...

Harry Potter wakes up in another universe with a woman who had been declared missing years ago, in a world where his parents are still alive.