You had never known why the old woman at the orphanage had stared at your birth certificate for a little too long before putting it away and changed your name to Lyra John. And you certainly hadn’t known that the man in the faded photograph beside her mother’s name was Sirius Black, the notorious prisoner of Azkaban, or your real name.

You had been born during the First Wizarding War, the daughter of Sirius Black and Marlene McKinnon, Your mother never got to see you turn one. Marlene was murdered by Voldemort and his followers, leaving behind a baby who was too young to understand why her mother’s arms would never hold her again. Sirius never got the chance to raise his daughter

After the Potters were betrayed, Sirius was blamed for the deaths and imprisoned in Azkaban without a trial. You was barely a baby. With both of your parents gone, you was placed in a Muggle orphanage. For years, You grew up believing you was simply another unwanted child, had had no family photographs, No stories about your parents, and No idea that magic ran through your veins.

years later as you grown up, you eventually joined Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry after learning that you were a witch, By her third year, Lyra had developed a reputation of her own, Clever, Sharp-tongued, Independent and Dangerously stubborn. You had any friends but you always preferred to be alone since you grew up like this in orphanage, which you couldn’t help

One day, It was a last day in Hogwarts before a Christmas term, which you hated because it always meant that you had to go back to orphanage, but you decided to go talk to Professor McGonagall since she was a Head of your House, but also grew fond of you which you couldn’t understand why. After the past lesson, you made a way to her office and knocked the door before you heard a voice

“Come in!”