Orphanage for Catastrophe Caracarci

Hi everyone! Sorry that this is kinda late, but I put this story on because of your lovely reviews. Some main points:

Catastrophe is not a Malfoy yet.

Hermione and Draco have their evil relationship/hate each other until couple of chapters later.

And yes, names like 'ferret' and 'Mudblood', 'Weasel' and 'Weaselette', and rude nicknames is sadly, in this story.

Lucius and Narcissa are actually nice in this story. Yay! (Kinda, Lucius always had that evil aura around him though…)

Becky and Laurent, Dustin and Catastrophe, Minnie and Xavier are all mine. So is Adrianne.

Um… This is the sixth year. Heh.

Pairings: Draco/Hermione, Ginny/Harry, Ron/Lavender, Pansy/Goyle, Neville/Luna, (Neville is cool!!!) Blaise/Adrianne, Dustin/Catastrophe, Xavier/Minnie.

I love you all who reviewed and to all who just read this story, too. Although, reviewing is good.

Thanks, Cat

Chapter One: Catastrophe's First Visitor

Malfoy Mansion

"Draco, honey?" Narcissa Malfoy yelled though the long, twisting hallways of the Malfoy mansion. "Where are you?" she asked.

"Over here, mum." She heard the baritone voice muffled by the soundproof doors and a crash, followed by "Shoot!"

"Are you all right, Draco?" she asked worriedly, and she was answered with an "Ok, mum. I just dropped the heavy box on my foot and…"

She sighed and followed the scuffling noise. She peeked in to see Draco, with messy blonde hair, not gelled back but spread around his forehead, so he looked more mature. She smiled and held out a chocolate muffin she had baked a while ago.

"Here, take it, you haven't eaten breakfast-" she was cut off by Draco's hand shooting out and taking the muffin. "Thanks, mum." He mumbled, his mouth full of muffin.

"Eat slowly, Draco. Slowly. Plenty of other muffins in the kitchen, my dear." Narcissa smiled warmly and petted her son's hair.

"So, the house elves are on vacation, or what?" he asked, focusing his grey eyes on his mother's blue ones.

"No, I just made muffins. Why, is it bad? Oh dear, I trusted a muggle cooking book and-"

"Mum, it's just dandy, it's fine. I like it. It's good." He said, standing up, towering just a little bit over his mother.

"Good." Narcissa said, and hugged her only son. "Now, go outside, it's a beautiful day, and staying in this musty old room is not helping your lungs, young man."

"Yes, mum." Draco then smiled, and kissed her cheek and left the room.

At the Orphanage

"Hey, Catastrophe! Happy Birthday!" a cheery voice sounded from a small room covered with dust. A cute little girl, at the age of six, groggily rubbed her eyes and yawned. Her eye color was violet, and it shone brightly as a couple of girls huddled around her, congratulating her for her early seventh year birthday.

"Hey, Mudblood!" a sharp baritone came from the door entrance and all the girls froze, except for the cute little girl.

"What do you want, Dustin?" she shot back, angry that he had said that on her birthday, and knowing that Dustin was a pureblood did NOT help her in maintaining her ok relationship with him. Wait, cut that relationship out. What relationship? Pureblood and Mudblood is NOT good. At all.

"I heard it's your birthday, mud-"

"Oh, stop it already!" she stomped up to the blonde boy that was towering over her. "If that's all you're going to say, then don't waste your breath." She said, her eyes flashing an angry color of violet.

"Oh, it seems that the fact that you're turning seven is going in to your head too much. I'm eight. So, I'm older-"

"Of course you're older, you particle of lint! Eight is bigger than seven, isn't it?" she drawled, shoving the boy back.

Now a bigger group huddled around the two eyes that were blazing with anger.

"Mudblood." Dustin hissed, and to his amazement, the girl giggled.

"That's a really bad comeback, Dustin." She giggled, and dodged as Dustin scowled and threw a punch at her. She was not built for fighting, and she cowered, just a little bit.

"Oh, look, the Mudblood is cowering." Dustin rubbed it in, and Cat's eyes became complete black.

She stood up, and as Dustin reeled back, she chased him to the far wall. "Watch what you're saying, Pureblood." She spat his name like he would spit Mudblood at her.

"Dustin?" a silky voice came through the door and everyone cringed.

"Well, well. It seems that everyone's here. That makes it easier. Silencio!" her spell crashed down on the frightened little girl, who moved her mouth, but nothing came out.

"Cat?" Dustin asked, frightened, not caring that he had called her by her real name, "Are you okay?"

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