Atlas Malfoy and how history repeats itself

Part 1

I sit, twirling my hair as I sprawl across the sofa. Mother paces in and out the room, asking me if I packed. I have, and she knows it. Draco is upstairs, presumably practising introducing himself and Father is walking down the stairs to give me the pep-talk to end all pep-talks. The advice to trump all advice. The tips to end all tips. Or as I've been calling it, The how to be a Malfoy chat.

I sit up as he walks in to make room, but he stands in front of the fireplace opposite me. He says, "Right Atlas. You are going to Diagon Alley tomorrow and then Hogwarts the day after. This means that you aren't going to be around me and your mother to supervise you and make sure you make a good impression on the Malfoy name. We don't want it tarnished and I can only hope that you wont end up like your mother's cousin. It'd be extremely unfortunate to have you... ended up being like your mother's rediciulous cousin. Now, let me think. There are four rules that generalise everything we want you to do, but obviously, there are smaller things. Rule one, be a Slytherin. I suppose it's a very easy rule to follow. Now, rule two, be top of your classes. You and Draco will not be low down in your class with shabby grades, as that wont make you very popular with the ministry when it comes to apply for jobs. Rule three, simple enough, be friends with pure bloods, and not blood traitors. People like, Crabbe and Goyle for example. Strong parents they have. And last but not least, rule four. You will not disrespect the Dark Lord. I shall see to it that Severus keeps an eye on you two, so anything not said in letters will still get told to me. That means no funny business. I am more concerned about your brother. He was not very good at just listening to me at all growing up, where as you kept your mouth shut. That is why I took you to the ministry a lot. I was considered a very good father when you came. People spoke of how well behaved you were. You are my only daughter. Make me proud. Now, get to bed. You're going to be going to up early. And, don't speak to Draco. He is in a mood, after I told him that no, I wasn't going to be on your back as much as I was him. If you do speak to him, ask him to grow up. Say goodnight to your mother."

I nod and walk out, head down. He mutters, "It's disappointing her hair looks like Bellatrix's. I suppose we will get that fixed soon enough."
My mother is sat at the dining room table crying. Awkwardly, I go to leave and she looks up, beckoning me over. I sit down in the chair next to her as she strokes my hair, saying, "Bella had hair like this. I remember the day before our first ever day at Hogwarts. Mother was so proud that we got into Slytherin. I can only hope you do to. It'd be awful if... if... if you ended up like Sirius. The poor boy. I guess you should be getting to bed tonight. Goodnight Atlas, darling. My daughter, make me proud."

I race out the room, crashing up the stairs and into Draco's room. He glares and me and I say, "Did you get the how to be a Malfoy talk, too?"
He nods, standing up and saying, "Of course I did, Atlas. I'm going to make mother and father proud of me. I'm not going to be a bad Malfoy. Can you say the same?"
I hesitate. Can I say the same. Choosing my words carefully, I reply, "I... will be whoever I end up being. I am Atlas Malfoy, and I will not tarnish the name as far as I am aware."
He shoves me out the room, slamming the door behind me. I get to my room and sigh. The bed is comfortable, sure, but how many wizards have died for me to be here? Wealth is cool until you realise how your parent's got it. Lying, stealing and murdering. I'm not sure I'm going to be a death eater. I need not to worry, as Mother has confided in me, for The Dark Lord has gone for ten years, and I am not going to be forced into anything.
I turn over in bed and snuggle into my covers. I yawn, falling into a nice, deep sleep.