For as long as anyone could remember, Lyra Malfoy had been obsessed with winter and snow. Every time that December rolled around, the little ball of energy that was the eldest Malfoy daughter would spend the entire month running around with the exuberance of a child on Christmas morning. Theo liked to take credit that it was he and Pansy introducing snow at her first birthday party that sealed the deal. Draco was convinced it was the first Christmas they had spent in Paris. It was Hermione though that knew the secret to her daughter’s love of snow.
“My sweet love,” Hermione whispered as she held her daughter close to her. Her beautiful brown eyes were blinking up at her as the snow fell around them. Silently, Hermione re-cast the warming charm around them while continuing to sway with the baby. “Snow… it is the purest magic in the world. It symbolizes calm., innocence… new beginnings. I’ve made so many mistakes, fought for so long… I think we could use a new beginning. And we have that here… with Theo.”
Every year after that, on the morning of the first snow, she would take her daughter outside and whisper to her hopes and dreams. Soon it turned into Lyra telling her mother her hopes and dreams. It was a tradition that only existed between mother and daughter. No one knew the words and secrets that were spoken out in the snowflakes. Even Draco let them be, distracting the other children so that they could have their moment of stillness and peace.
It was no surprise to anyone that the larger moments in the girl’s life all happened in the snow. Her first kiss, her first heartbreak, her engagement, her birthday… all were in the throws of winter. It was how they all found themselves here, on her wedding day watching the sky. Snow was falling steadily, but it was not missed that the weather was picking up and soon they would be caught in blizzard conditions.
“Lyra,” Hermione murmured, rubbing her shoulders. “Sweetheart we can move the ceremony into the solarium. You know your Nana could make it happen with a snap of her fingers.”
“I know but it wouldn’t be the same. We wanted it outside, in the snow. Do you think it’s going to get as bad as predicted?” she asked, biting her bottom lip nervously as she twirled a lock of curls around her finger.
“I’m not sure little dragon,” Draco sighed, running his fingers through his hair. He hated seeing his daughter this nervous. It was the happiest day of her life. She was supposed to be glowing, just like her mother had on their wedding day. “Listen, go on with your mother and Aunt Pansy alright? I will make sure you get your wedding outside. Alright?”
“But-”
“I will make it happen,” Draco stated and smiled as he walked over and kissed the top of her head. “Now go on before your Nana comes and yells at me for monopolizing the bride”
Waiting until Hermione and Lyra had made their way up the stairs, Draco let out a sigh. He had no idea how in the world he was going to make everything perfect for her but what he did know was that he was going to need help and he had no idea where Blaise and Theo were and why they were taking so long to arrive.
“You look deep in thought,” Harry smirked as he walked up to him. “I’m having flashbacks to sixth year and I’m not particularly enjoying it.”
“If case you have forgotten Potter, our children are getting married today,” the blonde wizard rolled his eyes. “And while my daughter wanted snow at her wedding, I don’t recall her requesting a blizzard.”
“Well we can’t exactly change the weather,” Harry snorted.
“What are you even doing here Potter?” Draco groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose. “You should be with your sons at your hovel.”
“So touchy,” Harry laughed. “You forget the bride is my goddaughter.”
“Not today she’s not,” Blaise walked up with a smirking Theo, and Draco couldn’t help but sigh in relief. “You have the father of the groom duties so Theo and I will be taking over your role.”
“I don’t think it-”
“Doesn’t matter,” Theo cackled. “Shoo. We have things to do.”
“You’re ridiculous you know that right?” Harry stated crossing his arms. “We’ve argued about this for what? Twenty years now?”
“Twenty-two years but who’s counting,” the curly-haired wizard spoke. “Be gone Boy Who Lived.”
With a shake of his head, Harry left through the floo, leaving behind the three wizards. From the moment that James and Lyra had announced their engagement, Draco and Harry had grumbled.
“Jamie asked me to marry him,” Lyra smiled brightly, holding onto the raven-haired wizard tightly. “And I said yes!”
“Oh love!” Hermione gasped as she and Ginny immediately flocked to the children hugging and kissing them, all while fawning over the ring that rested on her finger. The other adults in the room joined them while Draco looked over at Harry and groaned. Of course, his daughter would force him to become actual family with the bespeckled chosen one, the bane of his existence.
“Don’t look at me,” Harry scoffed. “I don’t want to be related to you just as much as you don’t want it.”
“Then tell your son to take it back!” Draco hissed.
“Right because our wives wouldn’t tear our heads off just for suggesting it,” he snapped. “We should have kept them apart years ago.”
“Never should have allowed so many sleepovers. I thought we avoided this when they came out of Hogwarts unattached.”
“Clearly we missed something.”
“Draco! Harry! Come here!” Hermione exclaimed, giving them both a knowing look. With a final sneer at one another, they made their way over to the children, congratulating them. No matter their feelings, both knew Lyra and James had never looked happier.
“Do we have a plan for all of this out there?” Blaise asked, motioning towards the falling snow outside. The blonde wizard’s attention returned to the spot where his daughter would see bind herself to James Potter.
“I have an idea… It’s mad but… with enough of us, we should be able to make it work. Theo, we will need Charlie and his brothers if you can manage to get them. Blaise, see if you can steal Pansy away from my wife and daughter.”
“And what will you be doing hmm?” Theo asked.
“I will be summoning my father who is currently pouting over his granddaughter’s imminent nuptials,” the Malfoy heir sighed, running his fingers through his hair. If there was one person in their lives that was taking this harder than Draco himself, it was Lucius Malfoy.
“Good luck,” Blaise laughed, heading up the stairs to summon his wife while Theo sent off his Patronus to Charlie.
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“Tell me the story again darling,” Narcissa smiled as she and Hermione helped her with her cleansing bath, working the oils into her skin and washing her hair. It was an ancient tradition but Lyra had insisted upon it, having remembered Hermione upholding the tradition at her own binding. She could remember everything about her parent’s binding ceremony and had told her Grandmother that she wanted to honor the same traditions.
“Nana,” she giggled, her brown eyes sparkling with love and happiness. “You and mum already know the story.”
“Humor me.”
“Jamie? What are you doing here?” Lyra asked as she looked up from her books. She was on a winter holiday with her family at the manor in France, along with the Zabini and Weasley-Nott families. It was tradition to celebrate Yule at her Grandparent’s home and even if she was in Law School she wasn’t one to break tradition. “How did you even get in here?”
“Your mother helped me,” he explained, sitting on the opposite end of the bench in front of the window, staring directly at her. “I needed to see you.”
“Is everything alright?”
“No,” he said shaking his head before taking a deep breath. “The last time we saw each other we fought. I said things… I know I should have kept my mouth shut but I just… Lyra do you have any idea how important you are to me?”
“I know Jamie… you’re my best friend too,” she stated, taking his hand in hers and squeezing it gently.
“Lyra… it’s more complicated than that,” he sighed, holding onto her hand tightly. “And I don’t want to go into another year without telling you the truth… being too scared to take a chance.”
“Jamie…”
“Please just… let me get this out ok?” he asked, his green eyes pleading with her to just listen. She could feel the waves of emotions coming off of him and as much as she tried not to pick them apart, she couldn’t help it. “Do you remember when we were young and we used to sneak out of your room and down to the library to watch your parents dance?”
“Of course I do.”
“Do you remember what you used to tell me? How one day you wanted a love like theirs, a love so encompassing that it swallowed you whole and you didn’t know where you ended and your partner began?”
“I… you remember that?”
“Of course, I remember,” he stated, the words rushing out with such conviction. “I remember everything Lyra. It’s why I got so angry when you talked about going back to Graham and giving him another chance. I knew that he was no good for you and I… I was jealous.”
“Jealous?”
“Lyra,” he huffed out a laugh as he ran his fingers through his messy hair. “I love you. I think I’ve always been in love with you a little bit. And I just… I want you to have everything in life you have always wanted and I… I want to be the one to give it to you. I want to dance around our home with you in the middle of the night. I want to kiss you and feel breathless because you take my breath away. You, Lyra Malfoy, you’ve had a piece of my heart since the day I was born. We are literally written in the stars. The Lyra constellation holds the star Vega and along with the star Sirius, my middle name, it makes up two-thirds of the brightest stars in the sky.”
“You read about the stars?” she laughed with tears in her eyes.
“Of course I did,” he smiled. “It’s you up there. It’s your history and my history. It’s us.”
“Who would have known that James Potter could be so eloquent,” Narcissa smiled, helping the young witch rise from the tub and slip into her dressing gown. Leading her out of the ensuite, she took her seat at the vanity as Hermione began to brush out her curls, just as she used to do when she was younger. Lyra listened to her mother and grandmother speak and even Theadora chime in as she pranced around the dressing room. It was when Lyra reached to put her jewelry on that she realized something was missing, something important.
“Oh no… oh no no no,” she mumbled, jumping up from her chair and running over to her bag and tearing through it.
“What is it? Lyra what’s the matter?” Hermione asked, following after her daughter.
“Did you forget you’re a witch Lyra? If you’re looking for something just summon it,” Theadora said, watching her older sister with fascination.
“Accio locket,” Lyra stated and whimpered as nothing came.
“Sweetheart, what is it?” Hermione asked again, taking her daughter’s hands.
“My locket,” she stated. “I can’t find it.”
“Your locket?” Narcissa asked.
“The one dad gave me for our first Christmas in France. Mum, I can’t find it. I need it,” she panicked.
“Take a breath love,” Narcissa spoke again, stroking her hair.
“It’s ok Lyra. I’m sure it’s just at home,” Theadora said, looking through all of their things, trying to help her.
“But I need it! I can’t get married without it,” she cried.
“Shh love, breathe,” Hermione said again as she grabbed her wand and produced her Patronus, sending a message off to Theo.
“I feel like I can’t breathe,” Lyra cried as she clutched onto her mom, gasping for air. Stroking her curls, Hermione looked at her husband helplessly. As she had grown, Lyra’s abilities as an empath had grown with her. Now that she was experiencing her first heartbreak and dealing with all of the emotions of everyone else, the girl was overwhelmed.
“Just let me go and kill him,” Theo snapped. “I can do it. I know how to make things look like an accident.”
“Theodore, you are not helping,” Pansy hissed as Draco took a seat on the other side of his daughter.
“Pansy, will you turn the record player on please?” Hermione asked, and everyone in the room looked at her as if she had lost her mind. “Please.”
“Ok?” she said slowly and made her way over to the item in the corner, setting it to play. The room was immediately filled with the familiar first notes of the song.
“Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens,” Hermione sang softly in her ear along with the music. “Bright copper kettle and warm woolen mittens.”
“Brown paper packages tied up with strings,” Theo shouted, catching onto what Hermione was doing.
“These are a few of my favorite things,” Hermione, Pansy, and Theo all sang along.
“Girls in white dresses with blue satin sashes,” Hermione sang softly as she held her daughter.
“Snowflakes that stay on my nose and eyelashes!” Theodora sang next.
“Silver white winters that melt into spring,” the two sang together.
“These are a few of my favorite things,” Lyra sang, her eyes closed and her breathing finally calming. Hermione continued to hum in her ear as she rocked her back and forth. The song, they had learned, had a way of calming Lyra and it quickly became a staple in their lives. Everyone knew the song and everyone knew the words, ready to use it if the need ever arose.
“I’M HERE!” Theo shouted as he skidded into the large dressing room, startling Narcissa and Hermione. “What is it? What’s wrong? I came as soon as I got your Patronus.”
“Uncle Theo,” Lyra looked at him with tears and rushed into his awaiting arms. The dark-haired wizard looked at Hermione in bewilderment.
“Alright, who am I murdering?” he stated and Narcissa rolled his eyes at his dramatics.
“And you wonder why you aren’t allowed to apparate through the wards,” she mumbled under her breath.
“She’s lost her locket Uncle Theo,” Theodora piped in as she continued to tame her curls.
“It’s not lost!” Lyra gasped. “It can’t be lost. I need it.”
“Theo, would you go back to our home and look for it please?” Hermione asked pointedly, gesturing to the young girl in his arms who was obviously in distress.
“Of course, I will,” Theo answered soothingly as he stroked Lyra’s hair. “I’ll find it, don’t fret little love.”
“Please don’t tell my dad,” she begged. “He will think I don’t care about it but I do. It’s everything! I can’t get married without it.”
“Ok, ok,” he placated. “Deep breaths Lyra.”
“Come on little dragon,” Hermoine cooed, gently peeling her away from the wizard. With a telling look, she sent him away before focusing all of her attention back on her daughter. She looked pale and nervous. Clutching her hands, she gave them a gentle squeeze.
“Everything is going wrong mum,” Lyra whispered, Hermione’s heart aching. “It’s not supposed to be like this…”
“Sweetheart nothing is going wrong. It’s just… minor bumps is all. It’s all going to get sorted.”
“Come with me my love,” Narcissa smiled offering her hands. “Let’s get started on those beautiful curls yes?”
“Ok,” she whispered and walked with her.
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“Please tell me you have everything under control out here,” Hermione murmured as she wrapped her arms around Draco, sighing. The wedding was still hours away and she didn’t know if she could handle another breakdown from Lyra.
“That bad? Do we need to switch?” Draco chuckled, turning around and taking his wife into his arms. It didn’t matter the number of years they had been married or the immense amounts of perfect moments they had together. He would fall in love with her all over again every single day for the rest of his life.
“She’s just nervous and feeding off the emotions of everyone else in the room as well,” she answered, listening to the calming rhythm of his heart beating as her head rested again his chest. “I think it’s overwhelming for her and she can’t exactly go flying at the moment so she’s…”
“Stuck,” he commented and she nodded. “Should I come upstairs with you and talk to her?”
“Not yet,” she shook her head and was about to say something again when Theo stumbled through the floo with a triumphant smirk on his face.
“Crisis averted!” Theo shouted, holding up the locket in his hands.
“Oh thank Merlin,” she breathed in relief.
“What bloody crisis?” Draco asked with wide eyes looking back and forth between his best friend and his wife.
“Never you mind,” Theo waved him off. “You continue with the project. I will be right back. Come on Hermione.”
Watching as they hurried up the stairs, Draco couldn’t help but shake his head. Sometimes he wondered how he ended up with such a dramatic friend in his life. Theo was right though. He had his own project he was working on. Clasping his cloak around his shoulders, he made his way outside where the others were waiting for him. Charlie stood with Bill and George while Blaise went over the spellwork with Pansy once more. Lucius stood with a known scowl on his face, waiting to begin.
“Alright,” Draco said, eyeing the snow falling around them once more. “Theo is dealing with… well whatever crisis is going on with Lyra, he will join us momentarily.
“What’s wrong? What happened to Lyra?” Lucius demanded and his son couldn’t help but chuckle.
“Father, they have everything under control. We need to take care of this for her yes?”
“There you are dears,” Molly stated as she walked out of the house. Draco was surprised to see the Weasley matriarch but he knew Theo must have sent for her as well. Everyone knew that she was one of the more powerful witches in Britain and with his mother and Hermione occupied with Lyra, he could use her help. “I was worried I was too late.”
“You’re right on time Molly,” Draco smiled at the aging red-headed witch. “We were just about to begin. Theo and I thought we could erect wards around the bonding site almost like they have at Hogwarts but with a few minor tweaks.”
“The charm work will be tedious but George was able to figure out a way to keep the snow out of here almost like a shield,” Bill pointed out.
“Then we will set the warming charms inside for the guests,” Blaise pointed out.
“It’s going to require a lot of magic but I figured with all of us…” Draco began but Lucius cut him off.
“You were right to gather us all. We can make quick work with this. If I may… I’d like to offer one more suggestive tweak to the charms,” Lucius stated and all attention was on him.
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“Sweetheart… you look beautiful,” Hermione stated as she smiled at the young woman standing before her. Her honey-colored curls cascaded down her bare back. The dress Lyra had chosen was mermaid style with a deep v-cut neckline and deep v-cut open back made of the finest acromantula silk. The delicate sleeves were long, perfect for the winter wedding she had dreamed up. Her curls were pinned back on one side and the makeup charms Athena had used on her were immaculate, making it seem as if she wasn’t wearing makeup at all except for the red lips.
“Do you think Jamie will like it?” she giggled, her smile showing just how incandescently happy she truly was.
“Jamie will love it,” Theodora giggled and Pansy couldn’t help but wipe her eyes. She, Narcissa, and Lyra had spent hours designing the wedding dress of the witch’s dreams. It was everything they could have hoped for and more.
“I have one more gift for you darling,” Hermione stated and grabbed the large jewelry box from the vanity. Lyra’s eyes widened and she shook her head.
“Mum no… you’ve given me everything I could have ever asked for. You don’t have to do this.”
“Technically,” the curly-haired witch chuckled. “It is a gift from your grandfather. He gave it to me the day I married your father. I know that he would want you to wear it today as well.” She opened the box and a familiar tiara was revealed. The dainty tiara inside looked almost like a halo of flowers. The stems and vines were made of gold while the flowers were made of jewels of all shapes and sizes. “Your grandfather presented this to your grandmother as a betrothal gift. She wore it on her wedding day and I wore it on mine. It’s yours now to wear if you wish.”
“Yes… yes please,” she nodded her head, wiping a tear. She watched in the mirror as her mother removed the pins from her hair and placed the delicate gift on top of her head, the tiara itself immediately resizing to fit her head.
“Perfection,” Narcissa whispered and wiped a tear from her eye as Hermione kissed Lyra’s rosy cheek. A faint knock on the door was heard and Pansy couldn’t help but laugh.
“Showtime,” she whispered conspiratorially to Theodora as the young girl pranced over to the door and opened it.
Draco, Blaise, and Theo walked into the room, Theo with his hands over his eyes. “Is everyone decent in here?”
“Yes Uncle Theo,” Lyra laughed, giving her mother a final squeeze before turning around to face three of the most important men in her life. She smiled softly as she took in their wide eyes, filled with tears in the case of her Uncle Theo. “Well… what do you think?”
“Mini Granger,” Blaise said with awe in his voice.
“Malfoy,” Draco growled at his best friend.
“Soon to be Potter actually,” Theo pointed out and everyone laughed as Draco sent a stinging jinx at him.
“Little Dragon,” Draco smiled, approaching his daughter and taking her hands. “You are an absolute vision. The most beautiful bride I have ever seen, except for your mother of course.”
“Such a suckup,” Theo murmured.
“Thank you, dad,” she whispered, squeezing his hands tightly, her charm bracelet jingling with the movement.
“Now Lyra,” Blaise said as he and Theo joined the big blonde bastard that wouldn’t remove himself from his daughter’s side. “There is still time.”
“We can make a quick getaway out of here. I’m prepared,” Theo finished.
“That's ok Uncle Theo,” she giggled. “I think I’ll keep him.”
“Well, if you are sure,” Draco sighed dramatically. “I guess I will just have to accept that Harry bloody Potter is going to be your father-in-law.”
“I’m afraid so dad,” she laughed and he smiled, wiping a stray tear from her cheek. As he looked upon his grown daughter, a thousand flashbacks flooded through his mind, filling him with more joy than he thought possible.
You’ll survive holding her for a few minutes while I go and get her bottle.
I mean that no one. Not a single person is going to utter one negative word about her. Please tell me you understand that any one of us would be proud to claim her and you. She is not a bastard.
Dada!
But she is the daughter of Hermione Granger… and she named her Lyra. Quite a beautiful name, for a beautiful little girl
I don’t give a fuck what the Daily Prophet says. Hagrid could be named the bloody father of your child and it wouldn’t matter. I am, we are, her parents. All fucking five of us in this house are and if it wasn’t clear to anyone before, Lyra claimed me. She chose me. So anyone who wants to say otherwise can fuck off.
She named her dragon Draco.
You don’t get to watch her learn more and more every day. You don’t get to know how she clings to legs for hugs and chases butterflies around like it’s the most beautiful sight she’s ever seen. You won’t get to witness the way she snuggles into your chest when she starts to get tired or calms when you run your fingers through her curls. You, Ronald Weasley, will never get to experience the world through the eyes of the daughter of the brightest goddamn witch you’ve ever known.
Daddy. The fairies are going to get me.
Daddy! I made this for you. Look it’s you, me, mummy, Hercules, and Draco.
Draco and Lyra are side by side in the night sky, just like I will always be at your side. You’re my little dragon. No matter what happens I will always protect you.
I’m the golden child. Everyone loves me.
Daddy says Ronald is like a big troll. He doesn’t have a big enough brain to understand someone special like me.
Why don’t I look like you, daddy? Leo, Theodora, and Scorpius all have grey eyes… and I don’t. I don’t have blonde hair like you either… why?
You are my little dragon. You have a piece of my heart that no one can touch or take away. You’re my first baby. You are my daughter. We are side by side up in the sky remember?
I love you too daddy.
A perfect mix of her parents’ wands. This wand will serve her well.
I don’t want to forget. I want to be able to look up at the stars when I’m homesick and see you and mum…
Daddy… I’m scared
It’s ok to be scared. I’m scared too. From the first moment I held you in my arms, you’ve had a hold of my heart. I don’t know what it’s going to be like with you not there to smile at me every day when I get home. But change can be good… it can be amazing if you let it. I would never have gotten to have you in my life if I didn’t change.
Go and soar little dragon.
“Daddy?” Lyra said and Draco snapped out of the memories. He smiled at her softly and she giggled. “I asked if you were ready.”
“To let you go? Never,” he admitted and tucked her hand into his arm. “Let’s go and get you married little dragon.”
Draco escorted the young bride from the room, everyone following behind them. Narcissa and Pansy gave her both a kiss before going and taking their seats with everyone else in attendance. Scorpius was waiting at the bottom of the stairs to escort his mother to her seat. With a final kiss on her daughter’s cheek, the witch left with her son. After Theodora and Athena made their way out to their respective places, Lyra was left with the three men who had raised her.
“Are you sure you want to do it this way?” Blaise asked, conjuring little butterflies for old-time sake and she couldn’t help but smile.
“It wouldn’t be right if the three wizards who made me the witch I am today didn’t walk me down the aisle,” she answered and the men smiled brilliantly.
With a kiss to her forehead, Draco made her way out the french doors and placed himself halfway down the aisle. Each offering their arms, Lyra took hold of both Blaise and Theo as she began her walk down the snow-covered aisle. The moment she stepped outside, she was captivated and in awe of her surroundings. Somehow, it was as if they were inside a snow globe with only light flurries of snow falling around them but never touching them. She couldn’t help the giggle that fell from her lips. She didn’t know what her father had done to make this happen, but she just knew it was him.
As the three reached the midway point down the aisle, Draco smiled at her. Blaise and Theo both kissed her cheek, handing her over to her father to complete her journey to her fiance. With a wink, they began their descent down the aisle and when her eyes locked on Jamie’s, everything around them faded away. All she could see were the green eyes of the man she loved and the brilliant smile that always sent flutters through her heart.
“Marry me Lyra,” he whispered, holding her close as his fingers trailed up and down her spine. Her eyes fluttered open and the first thing she saw was his brilliant smile, directly solely at her as he looked at her with adoration and love.
“Are you proposing to me Jamie Potter?” she murmured quietly, smiling up at him as her fingers played with the raven-colored locks at the nape of his neck. “I thought we were just breaking in the newly remodeled Grimmauld Place hmm?”
“We were… and then I decided that I’m not entirely sure what we are waiting on. You love me and I love you… it just makes sense.”
“So romantic Jamie,” she giggled, kissing his jaw lightly.
“Marry me Lyra…”
“Yes,” she whispered.
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When the ceremony had concluded, they all enjoyed a lovely meal before the reception had begun. All around, everyone was dancing as the snow continued to fall. Hermione and Draco were dancing even as he glared at Teddy Lupin who was holding his youngest daughter a little too close for his liking. Theo was sternly talking to Athena and Frankie who had been making out in the corner while Scorpius twirled Dahlia Zabini around the dancefloor much to the delight of Pansy.
“Happy?” Jamie asked, bringing Lyra’s attention back to her husband who was smiling down at her.
“Completely and utterly happy Jamie,” she smiled, standing on the tips of her toes to gently kiss him. When the sound of someone clearing their voice interrupted them, both Jamie and Lyra looked to see Lucius Malfoy standing before them.
“May I steal a dance with my granddaughter?” he asked and James nodded, kissing Lyra once more before handing her over to her grandfather.
“Papa do you like my dress?” she giggled, smiling up at him as they danced.
“You look beautiful my little star,” he chuckled, repeating the same words he had uttered to her so long ago at her parent's wedding. “You are the brightest light in my world. The light to my darkness and the most precious gift I have ever received. You are my favorite person in the world.”
“In the world?” Lyra giggled, squeezing her grandfather’s hand as he twirled her.
“In the whole world.”
It wasn’t long before each man in her life stole her away for a dance, eliciting smiles and laughter out of thin air for her. It wasn’t until her final dance with her father though, that the young Lyra Potter had tears in her eyes.
“Do you remember what I said to you little dragon? All those years ago?” he asked, smiling softly at her as they swayed to the music.
“Draco and Lyra are side by side in the night sky. You will always be by my side,” she whispered.
“That is right. Even though I gave you away today, nothing changes the fact that you are a part of me just as I am a part of you. It doesn’t matter that you are married and that one day you will begin to have children of your own. You will always be my little dragon.”
“Daddy…”
“I am so lucky and so grateful to be the father you chose. I am unendingly proud of the woman and witch you have become. And even though you are not mine to protect anymore… it doesn’t change the fact that you have a piece of my heart that no one can ever take away. I love you little dragon… and it’s been the absolute pleasure of my life to watch you soar.”