Atlas Malfoy and how history repeats itself

Part 3

The platform is busy and the goodbye between me and Father is non-existent. He seems to be taking much more interest in Draco, and I can't help but feel a little dejected. My mother bends down to my level and says, "Atlas, I need you to trust me. Be friends with whoever you like, but don't let Severus know. He will tell your father and that isn't going to be a positive interaction when you eventually get confronted about it. Now, go catch up to Draco. I love you, darling."
"Bye mum!"
I narrowly avoid missing the train, and Draco pulls me into a seat. It's awkward until a girl and two boys walk over. She slides into the seat opposite Draco and says, "Hi! My name's Pansy. This is Crabbe and this is Goyle. I know who you are! You are Draco and Atlas Malfoy. Every pureblood will know who you are. Any half bloods with a decent parent will know who your father is at the very least."
"Amazing..." I roll my eyes and she says, "You don't have to sit here you know? You could get lost if you wanted."
"That," I say, standing up, "Sounds like an incredible."

I don't have to walk far to find a little compartment with only two boys in it. One of them is ginger and wearing slightly shabby clothes, while the other one has black, scruffy hair. His clothes are oversized, but look slightly cleaner. Slowly, I knock on the door and say, "Am I alright to sit here?"
"Only if you're nothing like your dad." The ginger boy snaps. I laugh a little as I sit and say, "Trust me. I am nothing like that man. You must be a Weasley?"
He looks up at me and says, "Yeah, Ron Weasley. You're Atlas Malfoy."
"Aren't I just? And you are?"
The black haired boy looks up at me in surprise and says, "My name is Harry, Harry Potter."
I can't help my jaw dropping.
"Potter? Like, the Harry Potter?"
"Yeah, I guess so." The boy- Harry Potter- smiles and says, "Who is your dad?"

I hesitate as Ron says, "Death Eater. Worked for He Who Must Not Be Named."
"Allegedly." I add. Ron raises his eyebrows and I say, "Okay, I'll be honest, we are linked with the whole... muggle born hate group, but I'm not."
Harry nods and says, "So... you don't work for Voldemort?"
"Don't say his name!" I beg, waving my hands to shush him. He tilts his head and I say, "But, no, I don't work for the... the Dark Lord."
"Only death eaters call him the dark lord." Ron snaps. I turn to him and say, "And only idiots don't realise certain things are habit. Anyway, why are you lot here and not at another wizarding school?"
"Only school for wizards we could afford." Ron shrugs and Harry says, "Didn't realise there were other schools."

I sit back as Harry orders the entire sweet trolley. He turns to me and says, "What do you mean, not at another wizarding school?"
"Well, did you not have the option to go to Durmstrang? I was going to go to Beauxbatons Academy but my French isn't up to their standards."
"You speak French?" A girl who I didn't realise was at the door says. I gasp and she continues, "Here, come with me while these two get changed."
I nod and follow her, saying, "Yeah, I speak French. And German and a little Spanish but I don't often use them or really mention the. When you're home schooled by my the people my parents hired, you learn quick."
We jump off the train and onto the station as she says, "They were that good?"
"No, but we had to learn or they'd be fuming. Draco didn't learn languages. He focused on broom riding."
The boats to Hogwarts are fine, but waiting to get sorted is nerve wracking. I find out the girl's name is Hermione Granger, and she mentioned the fact she was a muggle born. She isn't as bad as I have been told muggle borns are. That's odd...
"Malfoy, Draco."
The hat is barely on his head for more than a second, sending him straight to Slytherin.
"Malfoy, Atlas."
I sit down, as the hat says, "Hmm... a difficult one. You want to be sorted with your brother, but not for the reasons of your heart. Your heart calls for another house."
I hold my breath as he booms, "GRYFINDOR."
I walk to the Gryffindor table, sitting next to yet another Weasley, this time named Fred. Hermione leans over and says, "Your brother is giving you dirty looks, by the way."

I look over and she isn't wrong. I turn back round and groan. Rule one already broken. And no doubt Severus is glaring. Anxiously, I look over and I'm right. He is furious, and I turn back to Hermione. She holds out her hand over the table and says, "D'you want to be friends?"
I nod, shaking her hand, "Friends."
She smiles and I do, inwardly screaming. Rule three broken.
"Is the sorting hat always that personal?" I ask to the boy near me, wearing a prefect badge. His name is Percy.
"Personal? He doesn't speak to you."
"I- he did. He spoke to me. Said I wanted to be... never mind. This is good food."
"I wish I could find out." I look over to a ghost and gasp, "Why I know you! You're sir Nicholas! How are you?"
He looks at me, quizzically before saying, "I'm alright thank you. Why I say... are you perchance that misery's sister?"
I follow his gaze, directly over to Draco. I grimace and say, "Afraid so. My name Is Atlas Malfoy. It's lovely to meet you sir."
"I like this one." He says, pointing his head, while looking at Percy. Percy smiles and says, "She seems alright. No doubt my brothers will turn her sour."

Fred and George feign sadness while Ron says, "She is alright, and nothing like her good for nothing but trouble dad- oh, sorry."
"No," I say, finishing off the last of my plate, "Trust me, it's okay. I think I've already broken rules one, three and four."
"Rules?" Hermione wrinkles her nose in disgust and I say, "Oh right, not a normal family. Yeah, just stupid pureblood rules. I mean, you obviously have rules."
I notion at the Weasley boys and Percy says, "Like?"
"What house you should've been in, who you can and can't be friends with... DO YOU NOT?" I groan, hiding my face in my hands and keeping my head down as we are taken to our dorms. Stupid pureblood family.