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Chapter 80 (Atlas's POV)

March 5th

Grayson- 46 weeks

Atlas's POV

*flashback*

"Tres Rawlings will receive 1 point for his school"

"Dot Stanton will receive 3 points for her school"

"Lev Kuzmin will receive 4 points for his school"

"Kiara Granger will receive 6 points for her school"

"Iris Zabini will receive 7 points for her school"

"Atlas Malfoy will receive 9 points for his school"

"Each point will be added to their team score as well as their own personal rank"

*End of flashback*

Sitting in my bed I was cradling my baby brother in my arms. I found him crawling around aimlessly laughing to himself happy with the freedom. I of course ended this freedom capturing the boy in my clutches. I needed some happy baby time.

Chuckling to myself sadly I shake my head. "All that shit... for 9 fucking points... 9" I sigh lifting  Gray over my head. He smiles kicking his feet quickly. I set him down, onto his feet giving him my hands. Clutching them for dear life he wobbles, all his weight on me. He definitely was struggling, but it was cute watching him stand.

"Eh?" He mumbles, bringing a hand to his mouth, the other reaching for my hair. I take a hand from him and ruffle my hair as his eyes widen. Plopping onto his butt Gray brings his hands to his hair messing up his hair, as well as shaking his head.

I laugh which causes him to start 'laughing' as well. "Eh," he pats his head again looking at me with wide eyes. "Do you want me to brush it?" I ask, his eyes lighting up. With a sigh, I stand up a look of pain making itself visible on my face.

Limping over to my dresser where I usually make an attempt to brush my hair. I bring back the brush, Grayson's eyes following me the whole time. I jump back onto the bed sitting crisscross, bringing the child onto my lap. He clapped happily as I sighed in relief. One of my parents had already brushed his hair today which meant I wasn't going to accidentally hurt him.

He continued to clap before eventually getting bored. No longer wanting to be brushed he turned in my lap and used my shirt to pull himself up his legs shaking, not quite used to being stood on. "Eh!" He cheers hugging my chest.

I chuckle holding his back and butt. The baby only had his pull-up on but didn't seem to care. "Thanks for the hug Gray" I smile. A tiny yawn comes from the excited child as he rests his head on my chest. His energy drained that fast.

"Do you want to go get dressed" I whisper while he fiddles with the collar of my shirt. He looks up to me with his mouth hung open. "Let's go get you a shirt Gray-Gray" I chuckle holding him to my chest.

Once I leave the bed he looks around trying to see where we are going. I take him back to our parent's room knocking on the door with the back of my hand. Gray gurgles and leans over trying to copy my motion, slapping the door with his palm.

The door quickly opens to my worried Papa. "Atlas! Are you okay? Do we need to go to the hospital? Do you need help?!" He frantically asks, putting his hand to my cheek. I shift all of my weight onto my right side, shaking my head.

"I'm fine papa... I'm getting Gray a shirt" I inform him, he takes a deep breath letting me in. "I'm sorry" he chuckles, walking me over to all the clothes displayed over the floor. "What's going on here?" I ask, looking at Gray's folded outfits.