Growing up Gemini Patricia Malfoy was raised as one of the Heirs to Great and Noble House of Malfoy. Part of the Sacred Twenty-Eight Families, she is groomed to one day marry into another rich pure-blood family. At age eleven, her twin brother (Drac...
There is a magnificent manor in Wiltshire, England with high towers, 23 bedrooms, and 22 bathrooms. The Manor is surrounded by 10 foot high hedges. Only the special can see this wonderful place, those whom were gifted the ability to wield magic. As it would happen; the wealthiest wizarding family in the Wizarding Community owns it. The prestigious Malfoys.
In the Malfoy Manor on this day, two blonde men sat upon chairs outside of a door. The older blonde man leaned upon his cane and glared at the door as it it had offended him. The younger man, refused to even look at the door. Instead he looked to the left side of the door where a painted portrait hung; a young woman with dirty blonde hair danced in a field of flowers. Her laughter could be faintly heard.
"Staring at her portrait won't bring Anastasia back Lucius." The older man's gruff voice cut through the silence.
"I'm not hoping to bring to her back Father, I hope to remember Mother in a time like this." The younger man - Lucius- glanced at his father then back at the portrait. The woman picked a flower from the ground and started plucking the petals off. Humming softly to herself.
An ear-piercing scream rang through the corridor, coming from behind the door. The woman in the portrait dropped her flower and fled from her portrait into one further down the hall. The older man grunted, "Finally." Lucius looked at the door for brief moment before staring at the ceiling.
After twenty minutes passed, a red headed woman creaked the door open and stuck her head out. Despite the blood covering her apron, she had a bright smile on her face. "Monsieur Malfoy, you can come in now."
Lucius stood up and took a shaky step forward. Taking a deep breath he continued walking forward with a strut. After all, he was one of the wealthiest and powerful of the wizarding families, he must uphold that reputation. Lucius strutted through the door; as he stepped into the room, the door closed behind him.
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With a load groan, a blonde woman laid her head back on her bed's head board. The bed's emerald green blankets were folded and laying on the dresser on the right side of the bed. The woman was propped up against two silver pillows, a green one under back. Her hair was braided back into a bun, sweat dripping from her face. She let out another groan and rested one hand on her bulging stomach, the other gripped the green silk sheets in a death grip. Another woman patted a damp cloth against the blonde's forehead.
"Patrovia," A third woman spoke - "grab her hand, it is time to push."
"Yes, Winifred." Patrovia said with a nod of her curly red head.
"Madame Malfoy, I can see the top of the head," Winifred said gently. She was sitting at the end the bed, looking Madame Malfoy over. "On three I need you push, when I say stop then stop pushing." Madame Malfoy briefly nodded her head before taking a few deep breathes, she grabbed onto Patrovia's hand with all her might. "One - two - three - PUSH!" Madame Malfoy let out a high pitched scream that seemed to echo all over the Manor. "Stop." Madame Malfoy let out a whimper and leaned back against the pillows. "Okay, the head is almost out. Now push."
