I would first and foremost like to point out I own none, NONE, of Harry Potter, just any OC's or canon differences that may arise. The ownership belongs to the lovely J. K. Rowling.

Secondly, the only experience to british slang I've encountered comes from other stories here or the HP movies and books themselves. I am born and raised in the USA, meaning I, and most definitely will, get the slang wrong… So sorry for any american slang that may be thrown in.

Third fact of this story- I suck at spelling, and completely rely on google to correct me. Please for the love of all things literature, tell me when you see any glaring mistakes in spelling, grammar, and what else you may see. BUT NO FLAMES. Not because I will get upset and quit this story because of them, but because I like using them to roast marshmallows. I don't need any right now, so it would sadly go to waste in the I don't give a care bin. Please give my story any honest critiques you may have, or ideas when prompted, or praise, I will always accept praise. And don't be afraid to PM me, I don't bite.

Lastly, I hope I don't have too many long(er) author's notes.. But this was all needed info. Please review and such, this story needs love to grow.

Age: Newborns

Lucius Malfoy smiled gently down at the babies in his wife's tired arms. Twins, a handsome boy and beautiful girl. He looked at his wife, his precious Narcissa, and felt proud that they were able to produce not only one, but two healthy children.

"Have you chosen the names yet, sir?" The medi-witch appeared, asking with a clipboard in hand. Lucius nodded and smiled while he replied,

"Draco Lucius for my son, Basilah Marie for my daughter."

Age: 2 years old

As Narcissa listened to Draco's still learning speech, Lucius looked towards his daughter. He had started noticing something peculiar and nerve-wracking. She had yet to utter a peep. Narcissa told him time and time again that she might just be a quiet child, and "she'll speak when she is ready". But Lucius knew that wasn't the case. He had witnessed his daughter trip over a loose stone during a walk with him. She had scraped her knee open, there was blood, yet she had not cried. Yes tears were building in her eyes as she looked towards him, but no sound. Lucius hugged his daughter, and with whispers of the wonders of magic as he healed her knee, he wondered why, despite the tears, she didn't cry out.

Age: 4 years old

Mute. His daughter, his little Basilah, was mute. He had every medi-witch that could help him look at her. She was born, they say, without vocal cords at all. A very rare condition indeed they said, since no one has ever heard of it before. Narcissa cried when she heard the news, and Draco, even though only being four, realized something was wrong and tried to ask his parents before looking at his sister, who he hadn't seen in a couple of days. He had moved to her side, and she looked at him with wide, wet, eyes. Draco knew it was serious when his sister cried. He hugged her for all she was worth, mumbling that they would get through whatever was wrong, like always.

"She… she won't be able to do any magic… she.. She is no better than a squib!" Lucius fumed one night, not knowing that both his children were in earshot of his outburst. Draco looked towards Basilah with horror in his eyes. No magic? He had never even conceived the idea of how one functions without magic. Basilah however, with her wet eyes, knew she wouldn't give up. She had seen her father and mother perform silent spells, so she thought she would learn too.

A few weeks later, when her father was no longer nursing a glass of dark liquid they weren't allowed to touch, and a couple days worth of headaches. She brought the idea to him, written on a chalkboard her mother bought her. Lucius, after that rather bad episode that resulted in his banishment to the sofa until further notice, looked down when he felt a small hand tug his pant leg gently.

"Yes my little Basil?" Upon reading the sign, Lucius jumped up, picking his daughter up with him. "YES! That is brilliant! You are such a smart girl!" Lucius, while still praising his daughter, danced with her in his arms to his wife.

Narcissa looked up when she heard steps, and saw a sight to behold. The great and mighty Lord Malfoy, feared death eater until the fall of the dark lord, dancing with his four year old daughter in his arms, and his son following with the biggest grin to behold.

"What, may I ask, has gotten you lot in such a happy mood?"

"Our dear daughter had the brightest idea ever love, she wishes-"

"SHE SAID SHE COULD DO THE QUIET MAGIC LIKE YOU AND DADDY!" Draco interrupted, having waited long enough for the good news to be spread. Narcissa looked shocked, then a warm smile spread through her face.

Age: 10

"Catch me if you can, slowpoke!" Draco yelled at his sister, speeding ahead of her on the broom. Basilah merely grinned and bent low along the handle of the broom, and started to catch up to him. It had taken years to get to where she was. Her parents had hired the best magical tutors they could find, and she could still only barely keep up with Draco.

She had to learn her own magics before anything else, and that alone took three years. Three years of meditation, of finding her inner self, of feeling the flow of her magic, and the magics of those casting around her. That is how she learned any spell, she had to feel how the magics flowed through those who could cast allowed, and she had to imitate it with precision. Her father and mother had agreed, and had her and Draco's godfather, Severus Snape, come and help her learn the way magic and the mind worked together. He had ended up also tutoring her in early potions work along with Draco, stating that he didn't want them to turn into dunderheads. Lucius laughed at that and called him soft, saying that he couldn't resist the eyes of his pleading god-children. Severus retaliated with the statement of the same caliber back to Lucius.

Age: 11 years old

"Dear Mr Malfoy,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.
Term begins on 1 September. We await your owl by no later than 31 July.
Yours sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall

Deputy Headmistress" Draco read his letter as his sister did the same. Both having gotten one. Lucius could not have been any prouder, his daughter, despite her handicap, was accepted. She would still be able to learn magic, following her birthright as a Malfoy. He quickly sent two responses of yes with the family owl towards Hogwarts, and started to prepare himself for the times to come.

Ok, be honest now please, should I even bother to continue this story? The idea popped in my head during the work day about two days ago, and I couldn't leave it alone.

P.S. Basilah means brave or fearless. But don't confuse if for Gryffindor qualities. She is a snake for sure. And before you ask, she isn't named after a star or constellation because Lucius, in this story, felt Draco following the name tradition was enough.

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