Pure twin time
The nursery was quiet except for Draco’s babbling. He was full of energy, darting around the room, tugging at toys and demanding attention in the way only a toddler could. He clutched a stuffed dragon in his hands, waving it triumphantly as if he’d just conquered the world.
"Look, Ursa!" he declared, holding the plush dragon up in front of my face, his voice loud and insistent. "It's a dragon! Roar!"
I watched him from my crib, still as ever. Silent. I didn’t move. I didn’t speak. I didn’t need to. There was a reason for it—something I had set in motion when I decided silence would be my weapon.
Draco, as always, was undeterred. He crawled toward me, his little hands reaching up to grasp the edge of my crib. His eyes were wide, filled with impatience.
“Ursa, look!” he demanded, his little face scrunching up as he held the dragon closer. "Dragon! Roar!"
I didn’t respond. I wasn’t ready. My plan was still in its early stages, and speaking would only ruin everything. Besides, Draco couldn’t possibly understand.
But then he did something unexpected—something that made me almost break my resolve.
He reached out his hand, gently pressing it against mine.
At first, I didn’t move. I stayed still, just watching. But then something strange happened. It wasn’t physical, but it was something I could feel. As his small hand brushed against mine, there was a jolt, like a current running through me. Not a shock, but a strange, subtle pulse that seemed to travel from his fingertips to mine.
It wasn’t a normal feeling. It wasn’t just the sensation of skin meeting skin. There was something else—something that I couldn’t explain.
I blinked, unsure of what had just happened. The room around us seemed to fade away, and for a brief moment, I felt… connected. Connected to Draco. Not in the way siblings sometimes feel, but something deeper. Almost like a whisper in my mind. A pull that wasn’t physical.
I hadn’t spoken, hadn’t given any sign I understood him, but there it was. A strange, sudden awareness between us. The sensation wasn’t words, but more like… a presence. A link.
For a moment, I closed my eyes, focusing on the sensation. It felt like something was there—something reaching out to me from inside Draco, like a thought, an impression that I could almost hear but not quite understand.
I didn’t know what to make of it. This wasn’t normal. But it felt real, undeniable.
I hesitated, then, almost without thinking, I thought to him. Not with words, but with a feeling, a presence that I couldn’t describe.
'I'll protect you', I thought, unsure if the message was even getting through.
Draco froze, his little hand still on mine. He blinked a few times, his head tilting as if trying to make sense of what just happened. His expression changed—confusion, curiosity, and then something resembling wonder.
“Ursa… talk,” he murmured, his small voice soft and uncertain, but still filled with that toddler frustration.
I didn’t answer him. I couldn’t. Not with words. But the moment had passed, and whatever that was, whatever had just happened between us, I didn’t know how to explain it. I wasn’t sure what it even was.
What I did know was this: That wasn’t normal. It wasn’t just a feeling of connection. It was something more, something that seemed to pull at the edges of my mind. And it wasn’t just physical—it felt like magic.
I wasn’t sure what it was, but I had a sinking suspicion that it might have something to do with Draco and me. Twin connections? Magical bonds? It couldn’t be that. Could it?
As Draco returned to his toys, babbling about them with renewed excitement, I sat in silence, trying to make sense of what I’d felt. That strange link between us, like an invisible thread connecting our minds.
It was too early for me to understand what it meant, but I knew that something had shifted. And it was more than just the silence I kept.
I stared at Draco, who was completely oblivious to what had just happened. But I wasn’t. I knew something strange had occurred between us.
For now, though, he was just a two-year-old brother, demanding toys, making noise, and holding my hand. But I felt it, just beneath the surface—something I couldn’t explain, but knew was real.
Whatever it was, it was ours.