It was the summer before Draco's first year at Hogwarts, and Lucius and Narcissa had left to go find a wand and get his books for him, leaving the youngest of the Malfoys to the eldest: Arcturus Malfoy, Cygnus Malfoy, Septimus Malfoy, Atticus Malfoy and Polaris Malfoy.
Of course, not all of them were Lucius and Narcissa's sons. They only had three children and they were the youngest three: Atticus Malfoy, Polaris Malfoy and Draco Malfoy. The other three were Lucius' brothers children. But, during the First Wizarding War both his brother and his wife were violently killed on the eve of the Dark Lords death by none other than Alastor Moody, a savage and ruthless Auror.
Lucius and Narcissa took in the three children, not wanting anyone of the Malfoy name to go under care and into the system. They, themselves had never been in the system, but from things they had been told, it's a horrible experience, especially for young children. They raised them as their own, but the three boys knew of what happened to their father and mother, Narcissa and Lucius was adamant of them knowing of who broke up their family and tore their family apart.
"We're not taking him to get robes!" Cygnus told the younger twins with looks of horror. "It's so boring, and she takes ages to fit the uniforms properly!"
"And, why should we take him, if you don't want to take him, then I'm pretty sure we don't either!" Polaris told her older brother with a tiny glare, making him shift uncomfortably under her piercing and icy silver eye.
"Well, you're the youngest!" Septimus pointed out.
This time it was Atticus' turn to protest. "We were literally born the same year, idiot! You were just born earlier on in the year, making you in the year above us. We literally turn the same age in the same year, don't pull the 'you're the youngest' card out on us!" Atticus told him with an unimpressed look on his face.
"Well, technically, you are still younger than us, whether born in the same year him. You both are still younger!" Arcturus spoke up, making Polaris and Atticus turn to face the oldest among them.
"How can you do this?" Atticus asked him, betrayal laced in his tone. "You are supposed to be on our side!"
"Just stating facts, baby bro!" Arcturus smirked in the direction of Cygnus and Septimus, who instantly started sniggering at the older boys comment. Draco watched all his older siblings argue over who was going to take him to get his robes fitted with him with amusement. They would always argue over little things like this, and it always ended up being the twins who had to do it.
"Though, I think the second youngest should take the youngest to get his robes fitted!" Cygnus spoke up. "It's only fitting, not to mention, she's a girl, they love shopping!"
Atticus wanted to laugh at Cygnus' comment along with the others, but he instantly knew how his twin sister was going to react to the comment, so he spun round and wrapped his arms around her as she tried to launch herself at the boy with a look of pure anger and rage on her face. "Hey, Polaris, calm down!" Atticus told his sister as she started kicking out at Cygnus. "Hey, Polaris!"
She finally gave up and Atticus slowly released her, remembering a time when they were kids when Septimus had taken one of her favourite earrings and she reacted like she just did. Once they let go of her, thinking she was calm, she launched herself at Septimus and now they would always watch her once being released from a hold.
"Look, Atticus, Polaris! Just, take Draco to get his robes fitted, and next time we'll take him, I promise!" Arcturus told them, and Atticus reluctantly nodded, and in turn everyone looked to Polaris, who shook her head.
"No, I don't want to!" Polaris whined with a scowl on her face and her arms crossed tightly over her chest.
Septimus crouched down and put his hands on her shoulders. "How about, if you take Draco to get his robes fitted with Atticus, once you come back I'll buy you some ice cream! As much as you want and whatever flavour you want!" He asked her with a hopeful smile on his face.
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Selcouth | Golden Trio Era
Fanfiction"You'll always have a choice: what's right, and what's easy! I implore you to do what's right!" - {Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire -