My name is Alexander Malfoy and I'm adopted. After Draco's birth, the healers told mother that she would fail to conceive another child. Since she wished to have more I became the first outsider to be adopted into the prestigious Malfoy family. I don't know about my biological family but I know I'm a pureblood, a significant requirement for a Malfoy. I was taken into the Malfoy household a week after Draco's birth and the world was left to believe that mother had had twins. Although Draco and I aren't identical, we are physically similar. Due to my lack of the genetic grey eyes of the Malfoys the public is told that my blue green eyes come from the Black side of the family. There are some abilities our family discovered about me that we have to keep out of the public eye. It all started when Draco and I were playing outside one summer when we were seven years old.
We were flying around on our brooms chasing each other when a strong gust of wind came across unexpectedly. I lost balance and was knocked off my broom. The ground was rushing towards me and I could hear Draco screaming my name, flying down to try to catch me. As the ground grew closer I shut my eyes and put out my hands instinctually waiting for the painful impact but it never came. When I opened my eyes I realized I was floating few feet off the ground, pressure coming from my palms. Draco landed a few feet in front of me looking shocked. His hair was dancing in the breeze. It was then I realized that the gust of wind had left and I didn't feel any breeze at all. Catching on, I realized that it was from my hands. I was pushing wind from my hands to stop my fall.
"How are you doing that?" Draco asked incredulously.
I could only stare at him, still hovering in the air, shocked as he was. "I have no idea."
Mother and father came rushing out of the house but stopped short, standing still and gaping at me. I took a deep breath and willed my feet back to solid ground. I felt hot and no sooner did the thought cross my mind that water from the family pool rose up and was hurled towards Draco and I. Thankfully I have fast reflexes and my hands shot up before me creating a protective bubble around my brother and I, causing the water to stop and gather in front of us. I wondered if I could control the way it moved so I slowly spun my hand in a circle and sent the liquid back to the pool. I stared at my hands and then back at Draco, both of us still under shock.
"Alexander Jasper Malfoy, what did you just do?" Father's voice didn't sound mad but when the full name comes out, something is definitely wrong.
I looked up at him. "I wish I knew but it just happened, I don't know how." I whispered back.
"Maybe there's something in the library. The library has everything." It was true; the Malfoy mansion had a huge library full of every possible problem and solutions. Father took my hand and dragged me into the library. We spent two days in the library before finding a book that explained that in rare occasions a pureblood could develop a power strong enough to control the elements. We'd already had proof that I could control air and water. Those who can control the elements are rare and far in between, so rare in fact that the phenomenon has never been giving a name. The last one had been a wizard who died over a century ago who could control fire. He had two lovers and three children through his life but none of them could control an element.
After that day when my powers first started showing my hair turned a sort of aquamarine at the ends. No matter how many times mother tried to cut or dye my hair, the color never left. There was no hiding it so made a façade of a hex gone wrong.
Father ordered that I practice my skill for hours every day since the discovery.