Sorry for the long wait but I had a bit of writer's block with this one. Trying to decide which way it was going. Any way here is the next chapter and I hope you all enjoy it.

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Chapter 3

Wellington knew it wasn't his owner from the way the figure was standing, staring at him and by it's scent. He also knew it was a male human. He knew the difference between the sex of humans mainly by the way they smelled. Male humans tended to give off a stronger, almost dominating scent. It seemed to radiate off them. Paddy, the man who owned the fishmongers had a strong, salty smell which Wellington found quite unpleasant but it was sometimes covered by the smell of fish. and this made it more easier for Wellington to go near him. Females were different. They had a more sweeter smell. Like the flowers that grew in the park.

His owner had a wonderful scent. It sent a wave of comfort and security over him whenever he was near her. Ever since he was a kitten and she had first brought him home from the pet shop where he had been born he had known that he would be safe with her.

The man got closer and the light from the lamp , in the corner, illuminated him. His skin was pale and he had very light, almost white hair. He had on a pair of black faded jeans and a short sleeved black shirt, buttoned man squated down to get a better look at him. Green, slinted eyes stared into silver just for a second and Wellington stayed very still, watching him. The man smiled.

"I see your awake now. Welcome back to the land of the living. Don't worry you just had a bit of bump." His voice was smooth and calming.

As the man slowly reached out with his hand, Wellington was surprised to notice that this man's scent was strangely comforting too. Lifting his head a bit higher, ignoring the slight dizziness that suddenly washed over him, Wellington slowly reached towards the hand that was being offered to him. As the hand touched him, Wellinton shocked himself by letting out a purr. I never purr to strangers, what's the matter with me?. The hand stroked his head, tickling behind his ears and around the back of his hand did full strokes down his back and Wellington stretched out so the hand could reach his tummy. His purring getting louder. The man let out a chuckle.

"I see you like this. I wonder what your name is?"

If Wellington could of spoken human he would of told him. Instead he just purred loader.

Suddenly there was a distant knocking sound and the man stopped in mid stroke, glancing in the direction of the door in the corner. His silver eyes narrowed and a sneer appeared on his face as he slowly rose back to standing. Wellington watched the man as he walked towards the door in the corner, opened it and walked out, leaving the door slightly ajar.

A moment later voices were heard from the direction the man had gone and the next moment the man was back with another man. This man was taller than the first man. He was darker skinned, almost a dark mocha , with short black hair. He was smartly dressed. He looked around as they came in, his eyes darting to every corner. His eyes rested on Wellington for a second, narrowing them as he watched him, before continuing around the room. A sneer on his lips.

"So! this is where you live now. A bit of a change from where I thought you would be living." He give a short laugh " Ha! Who would of thought that the great Draco Malfoy, would be living amongst muggles. I must admit I thought I wouldn't find give us quite a run around." He turned around to face the blonde man. He had a deep voice that boomed over the room as he spoke. His scent was strong almost menacing. Wellington didn't like him one bit.

The blonde man crossed his arms over his chest and lent against the door frame. He gave him a piercing glare.

"What do you want, Blaise?"

The man called Blase smirked and spread his arms out wide in a less then pleasant jester.

"Can't I come to see my best buddy?." He sneered the words like it was dirt in his mouth. "Oh, come on, Draco, aren't you glad to see me."

"No!, can't say I am, buddy, since you tried to kill me the last time we saw each other or have you forgotten." The blond man, Draco, gave him a false smile which made his eyes narrow. Blaise looked back at him and they seem to just glare at each other. Blaise broke the silence first by moving his eyes around the room again.

"O.K here it is. They know you have the Medallion and they want what you stole back. I am to bring you in hopefully without having to stun you but by all means give me a reason to stun you" He snarled.

Draco's eyebrow lifted as he calmly looked over at his ex-bestfriend. He hadn't moved and was still leaning against the door frame. When Blaise mentioned about the medallion, his body stiffened for a second. It was only slight and he was sure Blaise hadn't noticed. There was no real proof that they knew that he had taken the medallion. He was too good at what he did to leave any evidence. He knew that Blaise was just trying to get him to sweat. It wasn't working but inside he was fuming.

He thought it was totally ironic how the man that was stood before him he had known nearly all his life, was now planing to hand him over to a group of reformed ex-Deatheaters. A group that had started up when the Dark Lord had been killed, finally being vanquished by Potter , the-boy-who-just-wont-die, the ginger weasel and know-it-all-Granger. Not that Draco had any real hatred feelings towards the golden trio anymore. In fact he hadn't really thought of them at all in the last five years.

"Well! you will just have to tell them you have the wrong person." He brought one of his hands up to his face to inspect his nails. "I don't know where you get this idea that I would have this medallion." Flicking a piece of dust of his nail he looked up towards Blaise. " you can try to stun me if you want to try but you know I am faster then you in duelling." And as quicker then Blaise could blink, Draco had his wand pointed in his face. " So I don't think there is anymore to say on this subject, don't you think?"

Blaise's shocked expression darkened and he growled out. " I know it was you. I know I saw you that night and I will be watching you. This is not far from over." With a final glare he stormed out, slamming the front door as he left.

Wellington watched the two men from his box. He moved his head from one to the other as they were talking. It was like watching a tennis match which he had watched on his owners black box thing. He used to love watching the ball. He had watched as the man Draco had pulled his magic stick on the other. He wondered why they had gotten angry with each other. He was relieved when the man called Blaise had left.

He was getting bored and laying down had gradually made him sore in certain places but every time he tried to sit up his head would start to swim. He wished he had something to play with. He missed his toys. His silver ball would have come in handy right about now but if his head kept on making him dizzy like it was doing at the moment he just couldn't see himself playing with it for long anyway.

He starting giving his face a wash. A good face wash always seemed to cheer him. He had tried to reach other places but his head just wouldn't let him. He looked to watch Draco move further into the room, lowering his wand.

Draco stood thinking for a while.

Not wanting to stay in the manor himself he had travelled. Something that he had always wanted to do since he was small. The feeling of freedom and to finally be his self. It was while he was passing through northern Europe that he fell in with a group of passing wizards and witches. They were explorers which would travel around to different countries searching for relics that have old magic attached to them that have been lost for centuries. He had stayed with them for nearly three years. Helping them to obtain some of the most darker relics. Learning about team work and how to get on with people that weren't from his stretch of the woods(as the saying goes). Oh, yes he was still a Slytherin at heart and every so often these traits would appear. Draco actually would thank his upbringing and all the training he had recieved from his father because now he knew the right way to use such knowledge. Using his skills on certain exhibition.

Draco was pacing now. How could Blaise know it was him? There was no possible reason. He had made sure he was careful. Going over everything first even going into the building. So, how did he find him so quickly? Blaise had been one of the wizards that was suppose to guard the medallion that night, locked away in a safe. Draco had seen him but he had been disguised. There had been no way Blaise could of recognized him, could there?. Draco eyes darted towards the cat in the corner. It was asleep. Approaching it he knelt before it and gave it a gentle stroke, not wanting to wake it up. Again he wandered what it's name was. It had such beautiful markings. He knew he would have to find it's owner. Maybe someone about would know who the cat belonged to.

Standing up and taking a last look at the cat, Draco grabbed his coat and headed out the door. He knew exactly who to talk too.

So there you are. Hope you enjoyed it.

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