Atlas Malfoy and how history repeats itself

Part 29

For a while, my leg isn't okay. I don't know what to do, other than sit around and feel sorry for myself. The first day my leg feels okay, I've already skipped breakfast and lunch. Draco corners me, and I shove him out the way with my walking stick. He grabs me back, dragging me to a tree and says, "It's always sad when people get attacked while having their wands out. You could've stopped them."
"I got slammed into a broken wall Draco," I say, rolling my eyes, "And it was also really dirty. I don't really know how you could've stopped the infection, but there were curses flying round at one point, and I think a spell from a while back messed up my leg, and cutting it was the final straw."
"Have a badge." He smirks, shoving something into my hands. A badge saying Potter stinks. Really clever. I snap it in half as Draco clambers up the tree. Hermione runs over and hugs me, saying, "How are-"
"Oi Potter." Draco calls, jumping from the tree, "Me and my father have a bet, you see. I think you wont last ten minutes in the first task. He disagrees. He think you wont last five-"
"I don't give a damn what your father thinks!" Harry yells, "He's vile, and cruel, and you're just as pathetic."

I go to walk off with Harry, to which Mad-eye turns Draco into a ferret. I double over laughing, tears streaming down my face and Hermione has to help me to the great hall."
Dinner is amazing, but knowing Draco is traumatised now makes it taste better. Hermione says, "What Moody did was barbaric."
"But Hermione, it was amazing."
She gasps and Draco walks over, his eyes darting all over the place. He asks to speak to me away and I shrug, following him. Once we are outside, he says, "Father told me that you deserved to know at least this. Even as A Black, and not a Malfoy, you still must act like one when people are over. This means that once certain people are actually back, you need to say the sorting hat is wrong and things like that. Say you changed your name because of an odd legal reason. Father's dark mark is growing more clear. We aren't going to be okay for much longer."
I nod, walking straight to the dorms. Just great news, really. How much worse can this get?

The next day, we wait anxiously in the stands for Harry's turn. Dragons? Dragons? Have the ministry actually lost their minds? Cedric goes first, but Hermione and I don't pay much attention to him. I can't breathe as Harry enters the pit. The last contestant. He needs to be okay. I scream, "COME ON HARRY. YOU KNOW WHAT TO DO."
He looks up at me as the dragon slams his tail, almost squashing him. They just had to give the most aggressive dragon to him, didn't they?
I look up at the teachers as Harry yells, "ACCIO FIREBOLT.
Igor is smiling, looking to the sky with glee. McGonigal on the other hand looks like she is going to throw up every time Harry takes a step forwards. Harry narrowly makes it onto his broom, just as the dragon breaks free. They both speed off, nowhere to be seen. Hermione turns to me and I say, "Harry is going to die."
"DIE?" She screams. I push her back down to her seat and I say, "Maybe not die, but I can promise you that this tournament is the stupidest thing the ministry have done in a while. I need you to make sure you are with Harry for the next competition. He needs your brains."
She nods and we both wait, jumping up and down to warm up. It is a while of waiting, before Harry finally appears.
He zooms in, making Hermione scream with joy. She grabs me, and while shaking me, screams, "HE'S ALIVE ATTI! HE IS ALIVEEEE!"

The party in the common room is mad. We all skip dinner, with food being supplied. Harry opens the golden egg, realising the most god awful scream ever. I yell, "What the hell was that?"
Ron steps forward to Harry and they start talking, so we all back off. Fred pulls me to the side and says, "Have you ever had enough money to drop out of school?"
"Are you joking?" I say, wrinkling my nose up.  George adds, "Bad question. Let me rephrase what he said. Have you ever wanted to give up a little bit of your fortune to support two twins dropping out?"
"Are you mad?" I scoff, "You both know Molly would have my head if I ever let you use an of my money to drop out. I would rather stay alive. Molly would be angry at me for giving you the money and you for dropping out. It's a stupid idea."
"Stupid..." Fred says slowly. George says, "It's almost like we don't care."
"Wouldn't that be crazy?" I scoff.

The next day, I sit with the group as we eat. I bite into my toast as Hermione slams the paper down.
"This is pathetic," She snaps, "Miss Granger, a plain but ambitious girl, seems to be taking interest in Viktor Krum."
She slams her hand on the table and I say, "It's fine. You should see what she wrote about my family."
"You're on the next page." She says, "Atlas Black, previously known as Atlas Malfoy, seems to be using a walking stick as of late. It is unknown whether she really needs it or is doing it for attention, which wouldn't be a surprise, considering her blood."
"See," I say, waving my hand in the air, "She says things about anyone. Don't give her a reaction, and they either get so mind blowing that only idiots are reading, or so absurdly obvious."
A little boy walks over and gives Ron a parcel. Ron opens it and gasps at it, showing it to us. Dress robes, and god, they're horrific. He tries passing them off to Ginny, who must have more fashion than the original buyer.