A/N This is my first attempt at an actual story. I'm mainly writing it for my own entertainment but I figured I might as well post it. Let me know what you think

It was that time of the year yet again. Today, March 15th 1991, is my birthday. Or more importantly to my parents, later this week was the Vernal Equinox, and in turn the famous Crystelli Family Spring Gala that has taken place on that date annually for over two hundred years.

The Gala is one of the most premier events of the year in the higher up social groups of England with everyone from politicians to bankers to professional football players attending, each and every one of them doing their best to suck up to my family. It also happened to be the de facto birthday party for my twin sister, Isabella, and I considering how closely the two dates land on the calendar.

I've tried to convince my parents to allow Isabella and I to invite friends over for our birthday, but they never allow it. Father says that birthdays should be about family so instead of having a party like most other kids at our school do, we have a personal family dinner on our birthday and we are allowed to invite our friends to the Gala instead. Although I must say "personal" is one of the last ways I'd describe anything regarding my family.

My mother has always been impartial to me, and my father at least tries, but even he gets very impatient with me. It feels like if he had the option, he would completely skip over "child" portion of my life and start off when I was old enough to understand things like supply and demand, market control, appreciation, and inflation. More often than not he'll start off on a speech about one of said things or a similar topic before looking at my blank face and realizing he is talking to a ten year old, well eleven year old now I suppose.

However, to give myself credit, I am quite intelligent for an eleven year old. Things that normal children struggle with I do not even have to bother to think about.

One time, we were taking a spelling test in grade school and before I ever was handed the paper I knew I knew all the answers, I could have done that entire test sleeping. So instead of working on the test I just dozed off thinking about what I could be doing if I didn't have to take these stupid spelling tests. After a while I came to my senses and looked at my paper and to my amaze it was completely filled out. I didn't even remember filling it out but I turned it in and I got a perfect score. I was the only one to do so, except for my sister of course, she is even more intelligent than I am.

Out of all my family members, Isabella is the one I feel like I have a true bond with. Everyone always talks about the "twin connection" and with us it's actually true. We understand each other, one of us knows how the other is feeling, one shared look and I instantly know what Bella is thinking and vise versa.

Of course, that's not to say we are exactly the same. While we are identical and we are both smart that's really where the comparassions stop. I have a quick temper whereas Bella nearly never loses her cool, I am extremely layback whereas Bella is always on top of everything, I love sports whereas calling Bella unathletic is putting it lightly. We are definitely not the same, but we complement each other. To one another, we are simply Alex and Bella, but to the rest of the world, we are Alexander and Isabella Crystelli, the future of the Crystelli family.

Typically when a family says they have old money, they mean a few generations back, but we truly are a family with old money. The Crystelli family's history is one that goes back centuries. Originating during the Renaissance, the Crystelli family is originally from Florence Italy, where they were extremely successful traders. According to my parents the Crystelli's were just as influential back then as they are now. We even have a portrait in our sitting room of an ancestor of ours that was supposedly painted by Leonardo Da Vinci that father loves to show off.

At some point in the 1600s the Crystelli family up and moved to England where they continued to expand their trading empire, this time for the British government. Nowadays the family makes most of their money in investing. Realistically we don't have to do anything and we'd be able to live our lives in luxury twenty times over from all of money our ancestors made, but the one time I mentioned it in passing to my father he slapped me across the face and told me if I ever brought up such a topic again he'd disown me. "Complacency is the root of everything wrong in the world" he explained, and then that was the end of that.

Father had a lot of lessons like that. Ones that he got from his father who got it from his father who got it from his father and now he gives them to me. Whenever he tells me one of these lessons I know it has to be important so I always file them away in my brain to use at a later date. They range from "everything in life is relative" to "change is a constantly turning wheel that you must always stay in front of or risk being crushed under it".

Truthfully I don't really understand most of father's lessons. Just another thing I chalk up to "not being old enough". Sometimes I just think about them. I lay down and mentally pick them apart word by word to see if I can find some fraction of a meaning to them.

In case you haven't gathered as much yet, I like to think. Mother says if I spent half as much time focusing on actual work as I did abstract concepts I'd be more successful. I don't necessarily disagree. Father encourages it though. He says that the ability to think is what makes us human so we might as well use it. Another one of his lessons I don't fully understand.

I even have my own "thinking area", the place I just so happen to be right now. It's a very peaceful place on the edge of the Crystelli Estate, on top of a hill with a few trees scattered around the crest, and a little patch of grass in between them that I love to lay down on and watch the clouds pass overhead. Everyone knows I come here to think and the fact that I like to be alone when I do so. Which makes it all more peculiar that I see one of our maids coming towards me right now.

"Master Alexander," she starts when she finally gets to me, seemingly nervous as well as slightly out of breath, "Master Leonardo requires your presence in the main family room" she finishes. That's an interesting turn of events. I was under the impression I was free to do as I wish for at least another two hours.

"Might I ask why?" I emotionlessly question. Not even bothering to look at her.

"Well I can't say for sure," she starts, clearly trying to watch her words in front of me, "but there was an ummmm," she paused probably thinking of the right word to say, "interesting looking women with him who was asking after both your sister and yourself." Well this day is getting more interesting by the second isn't it.

"Very well," I conceded, "thank you for letting me know, Amanda."

"Your welcome, Master Alexander," she clearly wanted to add more but seemed hesitant. I waited patiently for her to finally speak her mind. "But for future reference, I'm actually Patricia. Amanda is blond." Ah, there it is, I was wondering if she would say anything. Of course I was well aware what her name was; I've been going out of my way to call her the wrong name for nearly two weeks. Another one of my father's lessons. He says that you should never give someone respect until they earn it, and in this case by asking for it, she earned it.

"Very well Patricia, I'll be sure to remember." I respond before getting up and walking to my family room to meet this supposedly interesting women asking for me.

A/N Well that's the first chapter. I think it's fairly obvious who exactly this "interesting looking" women asking for Alexander and Isabella on their 11th birthday is but if you can't figure it out, you will next chapter.

The idea for this story has been in my head for a while now. When it first started out it was more along the lines of what would of happened if Draco Malfoy, or a Draco Malfoy like character, was muggleborn. Then I started wondering what would happen if this theoretical muggleborn Malfoy and actual Malfoy met. Then theoretical Malfoy became a set of twins because plot!

Let me know what you guys think. As I said before this is more of a "me" project than anything else so no timeline for the next update.