Atlas Malfoy and how history repeats itself

Part 27

My leg isn't looking great. My O.W.L results on the other hand, are the most terrifying things I have ever had to open. Molly let me stay at the burrow all summer, and so that is where I open them. I peer at the paper and gasp. Outstanding in all the nine subjects I took.
"ATLAS!" Molly gasps, "Darling! Those are incredible. I don't know how you did it! Well, I do, you are extraordinary, but you understand my point. Anyway, head to bed, and then you have the finals tomorrow. Try to wake up just before Hermione gets here so you are able to get all ready for her. Night darling."
"Night Molly."

The next morning, I wake up just in time. Hermione comes bouncing into my rooms just as I finish slipping into my outfit, where she hugs me and says, "Come downstairs. Everyone is waiting for you."
I head down and I'm dragged out the door. The walk is cold, but we meet Cedric Diggory and Amos quickly enough and reach the portkey right on time. Surprisingly enough, I manage to kick down and not fall flat on my face.

The tent is nice, and I spend ages perfecting my hair to the right shade of green.
"Darker," Hermione says, sticking her tongue out with concentration, "No lighter... darker... perfect!"
I make myself a mug of tea and sink onto a sofa. I have a bad feeling about tonight.
"You alright?" Harry says, dumping his bag on the floor next to me. He sits down as I say, "If I tell you, can you keep it a secret?"
He nods and I say, "I have a really awful feeling about this evening. The way my mum was talking to me in letters. She was trying to convince me to leave straight after the game, which I told her I wasn't doing, and then she was suggesting I keep to the very very edge of the area marked off."
Harry nods slowly and says, "Why do you not tell the ministry about your parents?"
"Because," I grimace, "She is my mum and Lucius did raise me. If I rat my dad out, it'll just be bad for me. My dad already got declared innocent and even if I leave mum out of it, she will be dragged in. Mum hates it. Mum doesn't want to be in the situation, but what choice does she have? Once you go to the first meeting as a dumb teen, you are in too deep. I only know of one person who managed to get away, and that was my mum's sister."
"Bellatrix?" Harry scoffs a little and says, "She only got out of going to the meetings because she got locked up in Azkaban."
"And that is why i don't mean her." I say, turning to look at him, "I mean Andromeda Tonks. Andy for short. She married a muggle born, got disowned and I just wish I was her. I mean, imagine being able to get out of the Black Family."
"Are they that bad?"
"Harry Potter," I laugh, "I had four rules when coming to Hogwarts. Be a Slytherin, be top of your classes, be friends with purebloods only, and the Dark Lord is always right. They aren't just a bad family, but they used curses and hexes to get their kids to behave. Not just illegal, but so wrong. I daren't get on Lucius's wrong side in case he snaps like they did."
Harry nods and says, "What curses?"
"The Cruciatus Curse and stuff like that."
"The what?" Harry asks. I say, "It's used to torture people. People lose their minds Harry. It's awful."
"Has it happened to you?"
"Not yet."
"Why do you say yet?" Harry asks. I shrug and say, "Bellatrix is going to get out Harry, and when she does, she isn't going to sit round and ruin the house of black's reputation"
Harry nods slowly, getting up and going to get dressed. I really hope he still trusts me.

I'm the first to our stadium seats, and the loudest as the teams are announced. I scream at Krum's name, but Ginny almost scream's her throat out. She turns to me and screams, "IT'S KRUM! IT'S REALLY HIM!"
I nod, laughing, but then I see Ron's reaction to Krum. Its hard to tell who likes him more. Points are scored, people are hurt, but the Irish are way better anyway.

Ron blathers on about Krum and I say, "Ron has his first love!"
He groans and Arthur suddenly says, "We need to get out of here. It's not the Irish. Get to the portkey."
I grab my wand and race out the tent. I'm pulled away by frantic wizards, and I start sprinting. I can't breathe. Tents are on fire, people are screaming. I spot Death Eaters and one of them starts walking directly towards me. They raise their wand and I sob, "MY NAME IS ATLAS BLACK. I AM FOURTEEN YEARS OLD. MY OLD NAME WAS ATLAS MALFOY. PLEASE DON'T HURT ME."
The death eater lowers their wand and I hear an oddly familiar voice. They hiss, "Your father would kill me if I hurt you. Do as you are told. Run. Run as far away as you can. No, in fact-"

I wake up and realise they knocked me out. Fred runs to me, helping me up and saying, "Atlas, are you okay?"
"Fred... I... Fred..."
I can't say anything, my leg feeling like I've been stabbed. My leg was meant to be rested as much as possible, and I doubt this really counts as getting any rest. Fred helps me hobble over to the portkey, where Amos is checking up on anyone. I wince as I sit and he says, "Your leg, Atlas, what happened?"
I shake my head and say, "Don't worry, sir, I hurt my leg really bad last year. Really messed it up and I barely convinced the doctors at the hospital to let me come out here tonight. They said I was to walk to the stadium, sit for the match and then walk straight back. This-" I indicate to the burning tents, "-Isn't too resting."