"Aurora, are you trying to comfort me?"

I gently traced the tracks of Abraxas's tears.

His eyes reddened slightly, the gray shimmering like wet glass beads.

"Ha..." I couldn’t really talk to him yet; my speech wasn't quite there.

"I'm fine..." Abraxas managed a smile, trying to reassure me, but he seemed as delicate as a piece of fine china.

The Malfoys are famously attractive, and it’s not just about casting choices in the Harry Potter movies.

Some fans used to argue that the actors playing Draco and Lucius—Tom Andrew and Jason Isaacs—didn't fit the book's descriptions.

Blond, grey-eyed bullies with a fan base around the globe?

It’s all because the actors were too good-looking!

According to J.K. Rowling, the Malfoy family was supposed to be average-looking.

That’s a big misunderstanding!

Rowling tells the story from Harry Potter's perspective.

The black-haired, green-eyed hero had his biases against the Malfoys from the start.

To call Narcissa merely "nice-looking"?

She’s nothing short of breathtaking!

Spending every day by her side, I can’t help but feel the creator was particularly generous with her.

Her skin so fair and pure, yet described like someone pallid from drowning…

How thick must Harry's glasses have been!

Or maybe he was just that blind!

As a newcomer and an observer, my perspective is relatively fair.

Truly, Merlin must have favored the Malfoys with both beauty and wealth, though sparingly with heirs.

Hence, my arrival was an unexpected joy.

My presence shifted the exclusive affection once reserved for Draco.

My uniqueness has put everyone on high alert.

"Severus, we invited you over to discuss something about Aurora..."

Lucius had Snape come down to Malfoy Manor.

Snape, one of the most tragic figures in the Harry Potter series, always walked the line between good and evil.

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Lucius saw Snape’s incredible talent with potions and introduced him to Voldemort, thinking it would be mutually beneficial.

Yet, he always trusted this younger Slytherin.

The Malfoys' rare sincerity was easily betrayed.

Perhaps, from the moment I became Aurora, I couldn’t stay neutral anymore.

And certainly not after Snape learns the full story, that Draco and I were both supposed to be born by the end of July.

Lily J. Potter's son wasn’t Voldemort’s only option.

Would he give us up?

His beloved child or the "best friend's" twins— which weighs more?

Clearly.

"Aurora, shh..." Lucius whispered soothingly.

Snape held me, surrounded by a fresh scent of herbs.

The young Potions professor didn't yet bear the deep sadness that would later mark him.

Maybe he didn’t realize that he was about to lose everything dear to him.

"She’s so soft..."

I could feel Snape tense up.

He cradled me gently, afraid to move.

"Babies are like that..." Lucius said, watching us closely.

Snape’s uncertainty was almost comical.

"Her child will soon be born..."

We don't need to spell out who 'she' is.

Lucius was a witness to their split.

Ultimately, the pure Lily J. Potter chose Porter.

The guy who had once bullied her, a so-called "friend."

The Marauders.

It's ironic, isn’t it? A group that prided itself on being noble and just, Gryffindor, produced bullies.

"Who wants to see Snivellus's underpants?"—that quote not only haunted Snape forever but also stung the hearts of all Potter fans.

Lucius gave Snape's shoulder a comforting pat.

"I want you to be the godfather to Aurora and Draco..."

"Mr. Malfoy wouldn’t agree..." Snape said, trying to decline gently.

"Father has no objections," Lucius countered, cutting off his escape, "and Aurora likes you too..."

That’s not true!

I was just earnestly listening to their conversation!

"Normal babies would start crying if they were held by a stranger..." Lucius added fuel to the fire.

Great, just like that, I'm sold out!

But looking at Snape, he really could be seen as a strong ally.

In the books, Voldemort gave Draco the task to kill Dumbledore as a punishment for the Malfoys, but Snape carried it out in his stead.

To him, the line between good and evil wasn’t so clear.

He was a true Slytherin, loyal to his word.

With this in mind, I grabbed a couple of tufts of his hair.

"Severus, have you washed your hair?"

Lucius looked disgusted, reminding me that the future Potions Master wasn’t big on personal hygiene.

Lucius quickly lifted me from Snape’s arms, "Severus agrees, so it’s settled."

He had originally asked Snape to check on me, apparently having forgotten all about that.

The Malfoys, always a bit obsessive about cleanliness.

That he maintained a long-term friendship with Snape was an achievement.

"Severus, next time you come, remember to wash your hair... Aurora's hungry, I won’t walk you out."

Lucius, it looks like you're flaunting your new children to a confirmed bachelor!

Talk about rubbing salt in the wound!

Ah, the friendships in Slytherin...

"Aurora, having another protector will make your journey easier," Lucius said softly.

"Luke, you were gone a long time..."

Narcissa murmured quietly, reaching for me.

"Are they swollen?" Lucius didn't dodge the question.

"Mmm..." Narcissa's voice faded.

Lucius had even sampled Draco's and my milk first!

Narcissa's eyes, full of spring, tearfully looked at her husband.

"Cissy, it’s first come, first served, that’s the rule..."

"You..."

Narcissa, powerless against her husband, showed a mix of reluctance and affection, incredibly touching.

Draco couldn't wait and crawled over.

Lucius reluctantly released his wife, making room.

"Damn, no respect right from the start..."

Really, he says whatever he wants.

Poor Draco, suppressed right from the start.

But speaking of Narcissa, she really does have a stunning figure.

A beautiful mix of Eastern grace and Western fullness.

Probably because she's nursing, her chest is quite full and striking.

She had just given birth to twins, and instantly regained her figure.

No wonder Lucius doesn’t let us linger a minute after feeding.

"Cissy needs to rest, and you kids should start learning to be independent soon..."

I looked up at the magical starry ceiling and the separate nursery, speechless.

This excuse is just dad talk, stinky daddy!