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It wasn't that Narcissa didn't enjoy being pregnant; in truth, she had loved almost every minute of it, but she was getting bored now.

Her stomach was protruding heavily as she sat reading in the library, the discomfort of the situation visible in her rubbing the top of her stomach, as she tried to settle her child.

As she ran her hand over, a firm kick met her hand. She couldn't help but smile; her son - the one they had always wanted – was finally on his way. But nonetheless, she was fed up, she wanted to be able to go back to how she was without having to watch what she was doing. Not to mention that Lucius had been walking on eggshells for weeks because their due date was rapidly approaching, and she couldn't stand being pampered that way.

She finished her page and stood as she placed the book back on the shelf. It was then that everything changed; she frowned as she was suddenly highly uncomfortable. Rubbing her stomach, she looked down to the puddle by her feet. She paled instantly, taking in ragged breaths.

"Lucius!" she screamed. She could hear the clatter from down the hall. She hadn't moved since she had seen the puddle, and now she stood frozen in her spot, fearing the worst.

"Cissy? What's wrong? What's happened?" he asked. She turned slowly and looked at him in disbelief; was he really asking if everything was alright?

"We have to go to St. Mungo's," she stated.

"What-" He was about to ask something when pain contorted Narcissa's face as a contraction hit. He nodded and quickly helped his wife to the fire.

"Dobby!" he yelled.

The house-elf quickly appeared.

"We're going to the hospital, make sure everything is prepared and inform the family," he instructed.

The small creature nodded and ran off as they stepped into the fire. As they Flooed to St. Mungo's, Narcissa only got worse. Her contractions were becoming closer and closer.

"Welcome, how may I-"

"My wife is in labour!" Lucius shouted at the poor mediwitch. She nodded and summoned a chair. Narcissa was quickly swept away as another contraction hit her.

They were in the wards when she was taken into the room. Lucius went to follow but was quickly pushed back by the same witch.

"You're not allowed in sir," a man stated as he walked inside.

Lucius was stood pacing as he could hear Narcissa's cries of pain through the doors. He flinched every time his wife screamed.

On the other side of the doors, Narcissa was getting ready to hex the mediwitch; she was being pathetic in her attempts to soothe the woman. Narcissa screamed as another contraction hit. "Mrs Malfoy, you have to push, now!" she was ordered. She did as she was told, willing this child to not cause her any more pain. She pushed with everything her body had. She was exhausted as she fell back into the bed. She could see the Healer moving about but she couldn't see her son.

"What- What is it?" she asked weakly. The Healer turned around with a smile.

"Nothing, she's perfect" he stated as he handed her the small bundle. "You have a perfectly healthy daughter."

Narcissa frowned. "Daughter?" she asked. She took the small bundle in her arms and moved the blanket, staring down at her child. All she could see was the small blonde hairs on her head as well as a pair of grey eyes staring back at her. She couldn't help but grin. She took note of how small her child was and asked if it was normal.

"Believe it or not, yes. Regardless of how big you were when you're pregnant, it appears in your case there was just a lot of amniotic fluid," he stated. "I wouldn't worry, we've done an extensive check on you and your child, you're both fine."

The woman looked at the door where Lucius was stood outside. "Could you let my husband in now?" The Healer nodded and opened the door gesturing Lucius in before leaving himself. Lucius walked tentatively in, looking sheepish.

"How is he?" Lucius asked, and Narcissa looked up with tears beginning to form.

"We don't have a son, Lucius, we have a daughter" she explained. Lucius looked taken aback at first, before settling into the chair next to her. "I know how much you wanted a son," she stated, trying to hide her guilt.

"I wanted a healthy wife and a healthy child regardless," he said firmly, standing and holding his hands out. "May I?" he asked, in the formal way that awkward situations made me behave. She handed her small bundle over and he stared down lovingly at her.

"What are we going to call her?" he asked. "We only planned male names."

"I thought about Lyra."

"Lyra Malfoy," he said with a grin. Narcissa could only grin back as her child kicked her legs out from the blanket. Lucius chuckled as he tucked her back in only to hear her gurgle back. He handed her back and Narcissa held her tightly.

The following day they returned home, and one of the first things they had noticed with Lyra was that she didn't cry very much. Sure, she cried when she was hungry like all babies did, but loud noises and other scary things didn't seem to bother her.

Lucius had said it was her self-preservation, and Narcissa also knew it was nothing to worry about: she had asked the healer about it and he had said that some children just don't cry when they're young.

Narcissa wrapped her new-born tightly to her chest as they stepped out of the floo. She knew her family would be waiting, her parents, Bella, her in-laws. Walking into the room, she could hear voices in the drawing room.

"Where are they?" she heard her father asked.

"There is no reason for them to be this late unless something was wrong," she heard Orpha state.

She looked up at Lucius who rolled his eyes. "Come we mustn't keep them waiting much longer," he sighed, walking in.

The room went silent, and Narcissa looked at Lucius who was staring at the people in their home: their parents, Cygnus and Druella, and Orpha and Abraxas.

"Well, who would have thought a woman like you would have been able to produce an heir," Orpha stated snidely. Narcissa gritted her teeth but kept her mouth shut.

"Mother, please," Lucius stated. "Everyone, I'd like to introduce my daughter Lyra Malfoy," he stated as Narcissa held her child even more tightly.

"A... A girl!" Orpha shrieked. Lyra squirmed slightly at the shrill voice.

"Yes, mother," Lucius deadpanned. "A girl."

"How... Every firstborn of the Malfoy line is male; everyone knows this," she hissed before turning to Narcissa. "This has to be your doing you, stupid girl"

"Enough, Orpha, we should be happy. And besides, they may still have a son yet," Abraxas interfered.

"I'm sure they will" Druella stated as she walked over looking at her grandchild. "She's beautiful, Cissy" Druella stated and Narcissa nodded. Lucius grinned with pride; not once had his child cried out in his mother's outburst.

Druella seemed taken aback slightly. "She's very active, Narcissa," Druella stated, slightly shocked. Narcissa smirked at Orpha who seemed to narrow her eyes. The men had seemed to gravitate to their own conversation.

"Does she have a middle name?" Orpha asked, faking interest.

"No, we haven't had the chance," Narcissa answered.

"Well, we have one now," Orpha stated. Narcissa quickly bit her tongue and looked at Lucius who shrugged. "She should be named Lyra," the older woman practically spat the name out. "Septimus Malfoy."

Narcissa gaped. "For a start, Septimus is a male name."

"Fine, Septima," she said with a shrug.

Narcissa was exhausted. "She is a Malfoy she deserves a name befitting her bloodline."

A moment passed.

"You know what, fine!" she burst at last. Exasperated, "Lyra Septima Malfoy."

She was exhausted and couldn't be bothered with arguing with her mother-in-law.

The small child looked out to her most immediate family and gurgled. Narcissa stared down lovingly at her, knowing she would have to protect her daughter from everyone and everything. Orpha seemed to sneer down at her baby.

"She's quite small," Orpha criticised.

"Hmm, she is," Cygnus commented.

"The healer said she was healthy," Narcissa stated as she ran her thumb over her cheek. "She was early also."

"I suppose," Orpha stated.

"She'll grow," Cygnus said with a grin as he took Lyra from Narcissa; Lyra seemed to fuss slightly at the movement but she settled before kicking out again.

Narcissa noted her father's smirk; he seemed to relax with Lyra in his arms eventually.

That night Narcissa placed her new-born down; she hummed slightly as she stood and watched her baby. Looking outside into the cold winter air of December she could see the snow beginning to fall on the grounds.

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