Another life

Chapter 14 - Concussion

Lucius put Draco's letter down. Alex not his twin? Why shouldn't the boys be brothers? After all they'd grown up together. They'd been born...they'd been born... Lucius didn't remember what happened on the day the twins were born. He had a blackout. Could it be that Alex had been given to them afterwards? But why didn't he remember? Was it true that Alexander and Draco weren't twins? Lucius did not know. He could not remember anything of the day his son(s) were born.

"Still no reply from Father," Draco said, watching the owls fly out of the Great Hall after they'd delivered the mail. It was frustrating. For a whole week they had not gotten a reply from their Father concerning them being twins. Alex got more and more depressed, especially as he kept hearing voices. Draco had had trouble making up a believable excuse for Uncle Sev three days ago. After all he couldn't just tell him that they thought they weren't twins and that Al was a parselmouth, could he?

"Maybe he doesn't want us to know it's true."

"Or the letter just got missing," Draco said, trying to sound hopeful. he didn't want to believe that they weren't twins.

"Letters don't just go missing," Alexander snapped. He stood up.

"Hey, where are you going?"

"Dorm. Sleep."

"We've got Potions first!" Draco exclaimed. "Uncle Sev will be furious!"

"Don't care."

"He'll ask where you are."

"Dorm. Sleep."

"He'll go and get you."

"Fine! I'll go to the infirmary, happy?"

"He'll-"

"Stop telling me what he's going to do!" Alexander shouted angrily, running out of the hall. Draco sat back, sighing. His twin would get into a lot of trouble.

"You here, Mr. Malfoy?"

"Don't feel well." Al lay down on one of he beds. Poppy felt his forehead.

"You're perfectly fine," she said. "You can go to lesson."

"For Christ's sake!" Alex exploded. "Can't I just fucking sleep without getting into trouble?"

"He wants to see you after dinner," Draco told Ale at lunch. "He was quiet angry."

"Let him be," Al mumbled. "I won't go to see him."

"But-"

"I said I won't. No-one can make me."

"You think so, Mr. Malfoy?" Severus purred from behind him.

"Just go to hell!" Alexander bellowed, running out of the hall.

"What's wrong with him?" Severus asked slowly, his mouth open in shock.

"He's had a few bad days," Draco sighs. "Better I go talk to him."

"Stay. I'll go."

Alex couldn't anymore. Everything was too much. He didn't know who to trust. He didn't even know who his own family was.

Al sank down with his back at a tree, sobbing. Was he Draco's twin? Was he Lucius's son? Was he even a Malfoy? Or was he from a total different family, like the Weasley's, Longbottom's or even Potter's? And another question was why he was a parselmouth. Could it be that he was something like the grandson of Voldemort? Or his nephew? Everything was possible.

"Alex!"

"No," Al muttered. He got up to walk away, however he suddenly noticed how weak he was. The last few days he had neither slept well nor eaten very much. He'd been too worried about things.

Hus godfather was only a few meters away anymore. Alexander tried to walk away again, but that time his legs gave away. His head hit the ground and hurt for a moment. Then everything went black.

"... concussion.... hit his head on stone... hardly ate a thing... nor did he drink... not until he's back to full health... weeks... don't know... might be days..."

All these words made no sense to Alex. His head hurt worse than ever before. Only thinking made him wish he was dead, so much it hurt.

"Seems he's awake."

Did he know that voice? Yes. Maybe. He was sure he knew it, but couldn't place it. Like the first voice.

"I hope he'll be OK."

Third voice. So many voices, words... it made his heart hurt. He groaned and opened his eyes.

"Alex!" A boy sighed in relief. "You're awake!"

"Where... am I? Who am I? Who's that Alex?"