Chapter 1 : Prologue - A Cold Welcome
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Prologue - A Cold Welcome
The girl was born just minutes before midnight on the thirty-first of December, 1953. The boy, however, decided to make things interesting by arriving just seconds after the clock struck twelve, resulting in him not only being born on a different day than his twin, but but being born in a different month and year as well. Even as an infant, he was defying normalcy and shaking things up in his ancient family.
The winter blizzard raged on outside the large picture window as their mother welcomed them into the world. The chime of the grandfather clock idownstairs could be heard distantly as the house-elf present in the room carefully swaddled each baby in the finest, most exquisite blankets gold could buy. Druella gently cradled them both in either of her arms. Both the girl and boy calmed once they were nestled against their mother. Their wails ceased, mellowing out into little whimpers as both pairs of sea green eyes gazed around the dark, elegant room in the Black family home.
Meanwhile, Druella looked not at her two new children, but at her husband. Cygnus was seated in the plush armchair in the corner, just as he had been for the entire birth. He made no indication that he wanted to hold the babies or even comfort his wife. Instead, he simply sat there and stared at the twins with a look of indifference.
“Cygnus, I'm sorry...” Druella whispered.
“This may complicate things, Ella.”
“I know. I just... I had no idea there would be two...”
“I am aware of that,” Cygnus said coolly. “But it happened. And my God, another girl...”
“Hush now. I need to think.”
Druella respectfully obeyed, and she and Cygnus sat in silence, save for the noises made by the house-elf preparing the nearby bassinets and the babies whimpering. It amazed their parents how quiet they were for newborns. They took comfort in this, especially their mother, who was still scarred from the obnoxious, loud tantrums her two-year-old daughter threw when she was a baby. Their father, while seemingly upset to his wife, was actually quite pleased; he saw their reserved nature as a sign of obedience and honor.
With this idea in mind, Cygnus almost smiled. Perhaps having two new children instead of one, especially ones who were seemingly so docile, could work to his advantage. They were Purebloods, after all, and the world needed more Pureblooded children. More importantly, the world needed more Pureblooded children who would recognize and accept their place in society above all of the half-blood and Mudblood filth.
“What shall we name them?” Druella asked.
“You name them. I don't care what their called so long as they don't sound like Mudblood names,” Cygnus said, finally standing up from his chair. “I'll be in my study. Call for the house-elves if you need anything. Good night, wife.”
As Cygnus departed down the candlelit corridor, he knew his new daughter and son would make him proud. He'd see to it that they didn't become blood traitors like that cowardly brother of his, Alphard. No, they'd fulfill their roles as Purebloods well. He was sure of it.
Cygnus couldn't have been more wrong, of course, but he wouldn't be the wiser for several years to come.
Author's Note: I don't usually write in this era, but I thought it would be fun to try. This was short because it's the prologue, but actual chapters will be a little bit longer.
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