Lyra Malfoy

Lyra Malfoy stood at the edge of the Great Hall, her silver eyes scanning the room filled with bustling students. Despite her best efforts to remain unnoticed, whispers followed her every move. She could hear the hushed voices, the not-so-subtle glances, and the pointed fingers. “That’s Draco Malfoy’s daughter,” they said. The weight of her family’s reputation hung over her like a dark cloud, making it hard to breathe. You are Harry’s child, choose your gender etc:)