3RD Person Pov:
A young boy was walking along in Diagon Alley with his parents. His clothes showed how rich they really were and even if the boy didn't notice it but the sneering adults kept both kids and adults away. The whole family looked so pure the epitome of goodness, if only that was the truth. The family was one of the most influential families in the Wizarding world. With their pale hair and striking blue and/or grey eyes they looked very much like porcelain dolls. The family was one of Voldemort's or He-Who-Should-Not-Be-Named most loyal followers in the first Wizarding war. The only reason that they weren't in Azkaban was that the ministry thought that they were under the Imperius curse.
Draco grew up loved and spoiled, but he had no idea how the real world worked. He had hardly any morals and was extremely prejudiced towards muggleborn and half-bloods. However what no one knew was that he wasn't a pure-blood. Not even his parents knew. Athena never told them hoping that his magic core hid his godly blood. However that had not happened. So on this fateful day his whole world changed. A saytar caught his scent and wanted to bring him to Camp Half-blood. However a couple of Scythian Dracanae spotted the young half-blood. Draco Malfoy was attacked with his parents and was saved by one Gleason Hedge.
After wards he met them at their manor and explained everything to them. Narcissa and Lucius were angry and disgusted, but didn't show it. They agreed to let Draco go to the camp, but he had to come back for the school year and he had to visit them during breaks. Draco agreed not knowing that they were planning to punish the young half-blood. During the time it took to travel to Camp Half-blood he got to know Gleeson Hedge, who liked to be called Coach Hedge since he usually pretended to be a PE teacher,not that Draco knew what that meant. Seven year old Draco met his older sister Annabeth that year who brought him down to earth and knocked him down a peg or two. He also met Will Solace a year round camper whose mom died that year.
Will and Draco became fast friends, and he grew close with his new half-sister, more so than the rest of his siblings. During his time away he changed, he grew his hair out longer, gained a slight tan and american accent, and started wearing glasses at times. He was a true son of Athena he loved learning, he was great at battle strategy, and he was great at reading people. That year changed him and he began to see that his parents were awful, so he changed his name. He wanted a name that was easy to remember and that was not so unique that he got made fun of for it, for some reason he chose Malcolm Pace. He'd bet anything that the fates had a hand in it. By the time he came back to home he was a changed boy. No man. He participated in The Battle of the Labyrinth before the start of Hogwarts and couldn't wait to tell his parents of all his adventures, how he was second in command next to Annie. However life doesn't work like that. His parents hated him now.
Narcissa was furious that she had a baby with another woman and a non wizard at that. Even then he loved them enough to play their sick game. From then on he was Draco Malfoy at Hogwarts, being everything that his parents wanted him to be, right down to the sneering and prejudiced personality. While at camp he was Malcolm Pace second-in-command in the Athena cabin, smart, resourceful, and kind. The only people who knew his secret life were his family and friends at camp, his parents, and the gods. When they found out that he was abused and neglected now that he wasn't a pure-blood many wanted to hurt his parents, by smiting them or otherwise. Hell his sister's Annabeth and Luna(yes Luna Lovegood) wanted to kill them. However Malcolm stopped them by saying it could start another war and after the wars they had it just wasn't worth it.
Now he's starting his sixth year and everything is going to change. Oh how the Fates hate him. He had no idea how his two worlds will coincide and collide. It all started when his father made him get the Dark Mark during the summer, and didn't let him go to camp. He was being thrown headfirst into another war and he didn't know how to stop it. What's worse was that they forced him onto the wrong side. He didn't agree with them but that didn't stop them. After three years of peace after the Second Giant War, and rising tensions in the wizarding world it was no wonder why everything was about to change. Only the Fates would know for sure if it was a good thing or a bad thing.