Cold, Dark, Menacing
Scared, Confused, Angry
Narcissa Malfoy lay alone, and scared in her large mahogany bed. The silken sheet are soaked with her own blood, and sweat. Tears are silently pouring down her pale cheeks. Faintly, the gurgle of two tiny babies can be heard.
Tiny hands, holding each other in desperation. Tiny toes, touching. Tiny eyes, comforting. Two blonde haired babies lay facing each other, trying to form a bond, trying to remember each other before they are seperated forever.
Draco, She had named the boy, to give him the strength and power of a dragon.
Desdemona, She had named the tiny girl, to help her realize her destiny.
One twin to live, one twin to die, She thought desperately. Her tears burned. How could she allow her child to perish?
Which is light, and which is dark?
Or are they both?
A/N: My first attempt at a Fiction! Encouragement needed!