Clarity
Prologue
If our love is tragedy, why are you my remedy
If our love insanity, why are you my clarity
"AAH!" My wife screamed.
"A few more pushes, Hun," I cooed. On Dec. 26, 1960 at 2:16 am., Amalthea Regulas and Lucius Malfoy were born.
"Mrs. Malfoy, would you like to hold your twin boys?"
"Oh yes, please," the nurse gave my wife, Aquarius, the boys. I looked over her shoulder at our boys. Amalthea looked more like his mother, but Lucius looked more like me. Suddenly Aquarius stated laughing. "What's so funny," I spoke softly so not to wake up the twins. She shrugged, still staring at the life we had made.
I was taking a walk outside of our house boundaries with my brother.
"I thought there was nothing out here but fields."
"That's because father told us that so that we wouldn't go outside," I stated. It was true, father didn't want us to go outside because we might run into a mudblood, muggle, or a half-blood, or worse, a bloodtraitor. I get shivers whenever I hear that word. Lucius must have seen that.
"Bloodtraitor, bloodtraitor, bloodtraitor, bloodtraitor." I shivered each time he said that.
"I'd sooner die by the killing curse than interact with those miserable excuses of witches and wizards…" he carried on and on. I on the other hand, stared around the magic/muggle town. Out of this one house came a mother, father, child, and dog. Out of another came a boy, about our age, which is 8. He saw us and waved. He must have been a muggle, since wizards know what we look like and bow to us. Or run away in fear. I waved back, wondering how muggles where that bad. Lucius slapped my hand down.
"Don't wave at that trash!" I looked to him in shock. I quickly looked back at the boy but he was running inside. Running away from me.
"Happy birthday Lucius," This happened every year. I was ignored (except my mother) on my birthday. It was also Lucius' but since he was the first twin out, he got all the attention.
"Hello Amalthea," the infamous rebel, Sirius Black, had snuck up on me.
"What do you want Black? Shouldn't you be off flirting, or whatever you do?" I sneered.
"I just wanted to wish you a happy 10th birthday," he bowed. "And give a fello some company," he added
"Yeah, not happening," I walked off but he just came back.
"Come on. If we have to go to Hogwarts together, why don't we get to know each other?"
"We can learn there," I pointed my head up to give me snobby look.
"I know you're starting to rebel. The change started when you went out to that town. And that you-" I had clamped my hand on his mouth, "Shut up." He looked to me, mischief in his eyes.
"Promise you won't say anything," I pleaded. He nodded and I let go.
"You have a crush on a muggle."
"Shut up!" I roared.