A package lay at the door to Lord Voldemort's bedroom. He opened it, not sure what to expect. It looked like a Weasley product. It was a small container, labelled "SUPERPOWER CANDY! GUARANTEED TO GIVE YOU A MUCH NEEDED POWER BOOST!" Lord Voldemort grinned in excitement, opened the container, and popped a bright-coloured candy in his mouth.
Voldemort licked his paws. His tiny ears swiveled around upon hearing the thundering footsteps of an intruder. A shadow loomed over his small figure. Large hands scooped him up, and dropped him into a dark pocket. He began to purr, snuggled in what seemed like a warm blanket. "DRACO!" a booming voice startled him, and Voldemort meowed in protest. "Yes, Professor?" a voice called. Footsteps could be heard in the distance, and with every second they grew closer and closer. Voldemort curled up inside the pocket, his newfound instincts warning him of a potential threat. "Mister Malfoy, would you care to explain this?" those same hands reached for Voldemort and pulled him out. His claws tried and failed to grab hold of that comforting material. "Oh, erm—that's my new pet!" No, no, no, no,no! This could not be happening.
Back in Draco Malfoy's massive room, Voldemort was being pampered like a king. "You see," Draco Malfoy was explaining while absentmindedly stroking Voldemort's fluffy head. "I've long longed for a pet kitten, but my father always told me kittens were for sissies. When Professor Snape discovered you, just sitting there, looking cute as heck, it was like fate brought us together, you know. I just couldn't pass up on my opportunity to finally get to have my own kitten! I bet Potter doesn't have a kitten as adorable as you are." Draco gave Voldemort a giant hug, and called on a house-elf. It appeared within moments."Get me a bowl of food and another one for water for my new pet kitten," the Malfoy boy ordered. The house-elf bowed low. "Yes, Master Draco." There was a loud pop as the elf apparated away. A minute later, it appeared, holding the requested items. The house-elf set them down on the floor, and disapparated.
"Here, drink some water," Draco said, dropping Voldemort next to the Slytherin green bowl of water. "I've decided to name you Firebolt. I bet if Harry Potter had a kitten, it would probably have a pathetic name like Nimbus, or something. You should be pleased you're with me, and not him. That Granger girl has a cat named Crookshanks. I pity the poor thing. I would've thought someone as clever as that girl would've named it something cooler, but no!"
Voldemort wondered how in the world was he ever going to turn back. How could he ever have trusted a Weasley product? Was he really that stupid? He scratched his ears, growling at the thought of the Weasley twins, probably laughing their heads off somewhere far, far away. He hated being weak, hated being babied and needing to depend on someone else. It was a feeling he had rarely ever felt, and it felt like torture. The next time the Malfoy kid ever lay his hands on him, he knew what he was going to do. "Hey! Why are you hissing, Firebolt? Do you want more cuddles?" Voldemort squirmed in Malfoy's grip, but the kid was persistent. Voldie soon found himself relaxing, and even some purrs managed to escape him. "I should've named you Cuddles," Draco said, half-jokingly.
Just then, there was a loud boom and a bright light, and Malfoy jumped in fright. Lord Voldemort escaped the boy's hold, and transformed back into himself. Whether it was the fact that Voldemort was standing in front of Draco, or that he was completely naked that caused Draco Malfoy to pass out, either way, it didn't matter, as Lord Voldemort raced out of the room, determined to locate his Horcruxes and destroy himself immediately.