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𝐀𝐭𝐥𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐧 a discrete life. Her life had been publicised since the moment her grandfather had dedicated 'A Children's Anthology of Magical Creatures' to his newest grandchild. Of course, she didn't help matters by tumbling headfirst into every crazy misadventure Harry Potter dragged her along to. With such a public life, Atlas found it hard to keep things a secret.
The throbbing, shooting pain in her head was something she definitely kept secret. As were the voices in her head.
With the Triwizard tournament looming over the heads of every student in Hogwarts, she definitely kept it a secret that the storm-soaked new Slytherin mightn't be who they claimed to be.