"Meow" said the cat Smokey, she had gray fur. The girl rolled her eyes and pet the cat. She sat in Hogsmade, her home since she was homeless- and family-less.
"Shhh." she shushed her as the Malfoys walked by. Draco looked over at the small six year old her he saw often. He was nine years older than her but for some reason he felt like he knew her.
"Meow." Said Smokey. The girl glared at the cat then ducked her head so her long dirty blonde hair covered her eyes.
"So cute." whispered Narcissa to Lucius, he rolled his eyes but smiled at his wife and the little girl.
"Why are you out here?" asked one of the Ravenclaws. Draco rolled his eyes as he and his parents went down an Ally.
"I live here." she said. Draco and his parents stopped.
"In the streets? You would die out here." he stated. They watched quietly.
"Nope. I have lived here for four years, since I was two." she said. "All you need is street smarts." she said.
"That sounds like a muggle thing. And what is your name?" he asked.
"Rose." she said. Her pink lips tinged blue.
"Are you sure you aren't four?" he asked. She giggled.
"I am quiet sure." she smiled up at him as he went on his way. She rolled her eyes and kept on picking up flowers and picking the peddles off them. She sighed. Draco wondered why his parents did nothing.
"Her eyes fluttered close as she laid there in the snow. The gray cat curled up at her side. Her skin was very pale, and lips blue.
The next day Draco walked by and the girl was the same. The cat sitting there like a guard. And the girl laying there, eyes closed, skin pale but a little gray, lips blue. Not breathing...
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