Chapter Text
Everything was peaceful on this day of June. A light breeze lazily shook the branches of trees laden with leaves and flowers, blurred the tranquil surface of streams, ruffled the feathers of birds idly perched on electric cables, tousled the hair of the few pedestrians calmly strolling. The sun played light tricks over lakes and car windshields, happily dr a w ing slowly stretching shadows, warm ing up and blithely color ing the skin of the first holiday-goers lounging on beaches. Migratory birds gayly sung their return from warmer countries, mingl ing among each other to form great flocks that drew the eye as well as a reflection of the celestial star. Yes, everything was peaceful, even humans and their incessant and vain chattering.
And yet... Inside a white room in a hospital hidden away from the eyes and ears of a great part of the population, a woman screamed. Out of pain or out of frustration, no one knew. Perhaps a little bit of both. But mostly out of pain, everyone agreed, at least on that. To birth two twins was no easy thing on its own, and since these two were reluctant to the idea of getting out of the comfy cocoon of their mother's belly, it had become extremely complicated. And Narcissa Malfoy wasn't going to say the contrary. Narcissa was the unhappy – or happy, depending on the point of view – mother of twins not particularly in a hurry to discover the world. It wasn’t as if they would even have to worry about a thing. Not only were they Malfoys, born in the most powerful family of the United Kingdom, but they were also wizards, and twins above all. The link uniting a wizard to their twin was supremely powerful, almost impossible to destroy, which was why having twins in a family of wizards was very rare. It was said that only wizards of great power, usually Pure-Bloods, could birth twins.
Lucius Malfoy, of a prideful nature, could not help himself from gloating about his wonderful progeny. Those children would do honor to the Malfoy name. Lucius had no worry about their education, his family had nobility in their blood. No, the only thing that worried him was his will. He knew to which extent the sharing of the will of a great fortune such as his could create sparks. The power of money could break the strongest of bonds, even a twining link. All the more, Malfoys were Slytherins to the marrow of their bones, not little Hufflepuffs whose heart and naivety knew no boundaries. The search for an ever greater power was in their genes. Unless a deal involving numerous concessions to each other was struck, their would not amicably share a patrimony as big as theirs to be. Lucius' sons would become hards negotiators. For there was no doubt in his mind that his children would both be boys.
Narcissa wasn't asking herself those kind of questions. As of right now, she was screaming her vocal chords out, as, visibly, one of her children was getting bored and was – finally – looking for the exit. Yet it seemed that it was a fierce race to find out who would first rip themselves out of the motherly comfort of her belly, for the first dear blond head – and it was really blond – only appeared several minutes after having started to stir, quickly followed by another, to which it seemed closely attached. Silence fell on the assembly of obstetricians and parents, only disturbed by the – rather noisy – cries of the babies. Without a word, Lucius, stunned, approached his first child, who stopped crying to blink large blue eyes at him, then immediately resumed wailing. He looked it up from head to toe. A girl. And a boy. Who were not letting go of each other for the world.
Narcissa broke the silence with a worried and breathless voice. “Will the link be as strong... as for true twins?” she asked, taking her son in her arms, breaking the connection between the children.
Immediately, they started writhing in every way, screaming the very air out of their lungs. Surprised, Narcissa let go of her child. They struggled a little more, until a Mediwizard took the little girl and placed her next to her brother in their mother’s lap. The twins thus found themselves close to each other and joined their little hands together. There, they calmed down. Their eyes fluttered gently until they closed. The Mediwizard grinned a large smile.
“Well, after what we just witnessed, my Lady, I think we can affirm that it will.”