A/N: Hope you guys like the slight twist at the end of this chapter!

Altair Ronald Malfoy


Altair Ronald Malfoy sat at the breakfast table, scowling heavily. Wilhelm was sitting next to him, whining about ice cream while his mother listed reasons why her youngest son wasn't having ice cream for breakfast.

"BUT I WANT ITH CWEAM!" he finally screamed, before bursting into tears. Altair had a mind to hit the little shit, but thought better of it.

He could only get away with so much. While it was his turn to go to Hogwarts, his parents had already done this twice.

This year was much more relaxed-his mother had come to wake him up fairly early. And then his father. And then his older sister Myriam.

Altair was a deep sleeper-there was nothing more that he enjoyed (aside from playing childrens Quidditch with Cassie and Dahlia) than sleeping.

And because he couldn't sleep in, he was now sitting here at the breakfast table, listening to his little brother whine, his mother yell, and his older sisters and brother talk excitedly about Hogwarts.

'Big deal,' he thought to himself as he watched the three of them jaw away. He rolled his eyes. 'School-woopdedoo!'

Altair listened to Wilhelm throw a tantrum before he finally turned to him and said visiciously, "Will, I swear to Merlin if you don't bloody shut up, I won't let you play with my things while I'm gone!"

Will scowled and wailed even louder.

"Oh, now look what you've done, Altair! You apologize this instant!" his mother said angrily, face turning red and hands on her hips.

Altair glared and shook his head no.

"Why do I have to apologize when he's the one whinging on about ice cream for breakfast? And I never promised he could play with my things anyways-I just know he will!"

Rose's nostrils flared, and she was just about to start in on him when his father entered the room.

"Merlin, Rose! It's sounds like you're torturing the kids in here!" With that he scooped up Wilhelm, and start bouncing him in place.

Altair smirked. His father had come in and taken the heat off of him-and just in time too. The act of picking up Wilhelm also stopped the brat from crying.

"Daddy I want ith cweam for breakfast."

Scorpius shook his head, ignoring his son. He was to focused on his wife, who was starting to look a bit like great nana Molly-hands on hips, pink frilly apron on over her muggle clothes, a large mixing spoon in hand, which was now dripping batter onto the floor.

"He's not getting ice cream, and don't you even start with me, Malfoy," she spat angrily. Scorpius glared at his wife.

"Fine, Weasley," he snapped, and walked past her to sit at the head of the table. Rose glanced at Altair, and then snuck a look at Myriam and the twins.

"We'll talk about this later, Altair," she whispered in his ear when his father wasn't paying attention to the two of them. Altair rolled his eyes, careful to not let her see him doing so.

"Whatever," he muttered and fell back into his scowling. As far as he was concerned, this was just another day, another annoying and loud breakfast with his annoyingly loud family members.

He couldn't wait to leave.


The train station did not awe him as it had when he had seen Myriam off on her first day. It had seemed bigger back then, more magical. But now that he was older, more mature, the effect was somewhat...mediocre.

It wasn't like he wasn't nervous-he was. He was just really good at hiding it- "much like your father," his mother had once said.

He was nervous-but he was also going to be riding the train with his older siblings. They would undoubtedly try to tell him everything of importance about the place before he even got there-Myriam had already broken out her copy of Hogwarts, A History. Why she was so obsessed with that book, he'd never understand.

He ran through the wall without any hesitation whatsoever. Myriam had looked at him approvingly once she had come through after him. Altair ignored her, but felt something spark inside him. Pride, probably. He was his father's son, after all.

Tori and Dan came shortly after, followed by his parents and the rest of his family. River smiled at him in a dreamy sort of way and Altair shook his head, walking quickly away.

His father helped him stow his suitcases aboard the train, and then the goodbyes were said-Myriam hugged her mother and father, kissed that brat Wilhelm on the head. Hugged River and Cassie, before finally giving Dahlia a hug too.

The Tori and Dan did the same thing, albeit they just said goodbye to Will, and didn't hug their younger sisters.

Altair was last, and he tried to rush through it as much as possible. He was aching to leave, be free from the noise that was his family.

The trains whistle suddenly blew, and Altair felt something creep into his stomach. His mother smiled before walking him to the entrance of the train.

She smoothed his hair down, straightened his shirt. Altair let her.

"Al," she whispered, before getting down on one knee. She looked him in his eyes-blue striking blue-and then said, "I'll make sure Wilhelm stays out of your room."

Altair stared at her, eyes just a bit wide. And it was then that he felt it.

He didn't really want to leave. He didn't really want to sleep in a quiet room, in some unfamiliar bed. Next to somebody he wouldn't even know. He wanted to stay and have arguments with his father and mother, and laugh and play with Cassie, Dahlia and River.

Altair suddenly found himself hugging his mother tightly around the neck. She seemed to hesitate for a second, as her younger son rarely ever displayed affection.

"Al, it's going to be okay," she said soothingly, rubbing his back. They stood there for several more seconds before she had to pull away. Her eyes were wet, and she sniffed.

"Come on, Altair. It's time to go. Don't worry-Hogwarts is a great place. You'll meet new people...and the Christmas hols will be around before you know it! I'll owl you everyday..."

The train's whistle blew again, and Altair looked behind him to the stairs that led upwards and inside. He took a deep breath, before nodding at his mother.

"I love you, mum," he said, and Rose smiled widely.

"I love you too, honey."

She kissed him on the forehead one last time, and watched as another one of her children boarded the Hogwarts Express.


"Altair Ronald Malfoy!"

Altair approached the chair with no hint of fear-even though he felt as if he would sick up any minute now. As he passed one of the tables, he heard someone say, "another Malfoy?" He turned his head towards the voice and glared in their direction. The person, whom was a 4th year, recoiled.

When he was at last before the hat, he took it with no hesitation and sat down. Pulled the hat down atop his head.

Ha! Another Malfoy-Weasley, eh? How many more of you am I going to have to go through?

The voice Altair heard was hard to place-was it in his head, or in his ear?

"Er...I have three more sisters and one more brother..." he replied quietly. The hat shook atop his head, as if laughing.

Hmm...I see. Let's see what we can do for you. Ambitious. Proud-no doubt the Malfoy side of you. Raw talent. Smarts of your mother. Fierce loyalty too. You're honorable, yet you don't like to show it. You're quite brave...hahaha! I can see your ego swelling, dear boy. Never afraid to speak your mind, I see...strange traits you got here, my boy. But I think I know of just the place for you. I do believe you'd do well in-

"HUFFLEPUFF!"

The table near his sister Myriam's erupted with applause, and Altair found himself climbing down from the stool and striding over to the table triumphantly.

As soon as he sat down, an older girl (she was presumably a 6th year) looked down at him. She smiled kindly before saying jokingly, "A Malfoy in Hufflepuff? How odd! Wonderful to have you with us, though!" She extended her hand to him.

Altair smirked at her before taking her hand and shaking it.

"It's wonderful to be here," he responded.

Altair had never felt more welcomed in his life.