All right, all right! I finally updated. Happy? Okay here is Chapter 3 of Akala pronounced Uh-kay-luh. SOME people were having a few issues with pronunciation. Good. Now that we're on the same page…ON WITH THE STORY!

Akala POV

Since that first night I spent at their house Draco and I shared my bed. I had never gone to sleep and slept through the whole night until he did that for me. As long as he was there, I didn't have any nightmares. Since I arrived in May, we had a wonderful time throughout the whole summer.

It started the morning after I arrived. Draco and I woke up and rushed down stairs to breakfast. There was a long, long, LONG buffet table spread along one end of the dinning room, which is immense anyways with its high purple silver ceilings and dark mahogany furnishings set against the pale lavender walls. I always did love to hide in the creamy gauze curtains.

The table had an enormous spread of food on one end and a house elf chef making specialty foods behind it. I looked down at the opposite side and discovered that it held rows of pasties and then, finally, drinks a long ways down. Draco and I looked at each other, and grinned that evil little smile that people see and say "Uh-oh".

"Uh-oh." I guess somebody noticed. " Cissa! We have a problem on aisle Look-who-just-woke-up-and-came-downstairs-to-breakfast-only-to-find-that-we-are-having-a-breakfast-party-on-the-back-terrace!"

I couldn't help it. I had to laugh. Lucious just sounded so funny! He started to chuckle too and before we knew it the whole cluster of us were laughing. Even Cissa was laughing. "Hello my dear. Having a good time Kala? Hmm? You certainly look like it. Now don't forget to eat good things for breakfast. Stay away from the pastries, dink lots of juice and milk, and get a nice hearty omelet with plenty of meat and veggies to eat. I'll go order it for you."

If I had known how good that breakfast would taste I wouldn't have raced straight for the pastry section as soon as Narcissa had finished talking. Draco and I each grabbed two or three-in my case- five or six in Draco's and hurried to the terrace. Alas, we were caught red handed by Lucious who marched us back to Cissa.

We ate one of the pastries we had managed to smuggle on the way but Cissa made Draco hand all of his over but let me keep one. Draco whined but shut up when I passed him mine. Unknown to him, I had taken three and handed over one. I ate the breakfast that Cissa laid out for me but was only able to finish half, because of the colossal omelet that had been packed to the brim with meat and vegetables and smothered in cheese.

Omelets became my favorite breakfast food and I ate them anytime they were available. I made my own French toast, Pancakes, Muffins, and Waffles. I loved to be surrounded by the Kitchen House Elves. As much as I loved the feeling of cooking and eating, I loved flying even more.

Every morning after breakfast, Draco and I would cross the grounds to the Malfloy Quiditch Pitch and ride his broom. It was one of those super fancy ones that had a control gear so that you could switch the maximum altitude the broom would go. Draco was allowed up to 20 meters and I could go 15. We had the best time even if we had to share the broom.

Throughout the summer, Draco and I became the closest of friends. When the weather turned a bit chilly, Cissa announced that it was time to leave the summer home and go to the Estate. The four of us piled into the carriage and started towards London.

" Akala, dear, what is your birthday? You have never told us. All we know, relative to your age that is, is that you are four. I understand that this might be a bit, all right, very late to ask, but do you know?" Cissa was curious and Draco was pretending to not be interested but really it was Lucious' statement. I didn't know the answer to his question. I had no idea when my birthday was.

I told him so. "Well, then we must give you a birthday. Would Boxing Day be good? Or would you like to pick a random day?" (N/A I didn't have a book handy but I think Hermione's birthday is in September or something. I just made something up.)

Not knowing what the best day is I just asked a random day. "What about the tenth day of September? The date is 9-10 so that would be kinda cool." The family smiled.

"Certainly Kala. That would suit us all very well." Lucious whipped out a sliver squar-ish shaped thing and a "pencil" but it didn't have any lead in it. He caught me looking at it curiously and told me that it was a muggle object called a Palm Pilot. He had written my birthday into it using the pencil type thingy which he called a stylist. Draco was confused."You mean like some one who does your hair? You can't write with people Father."

It was supposed to be a joke but Narcissa took the opportunity to teach us about muggle technology and that sort of thing. I don't know when she finally noticed we were asleep but the next morning I woke up in London.

We stayed there for the winter. December was right around the corner and I was wondering what to get my hosts. It wasn't terribly difficult to get to a shop. Around the second week of the month, the Malfoy's took Draco and me to Diagon Alley for Christmas shopping. I was permitted to use Lucious' money because any use of my own would be reported as my father trying to buy something illegal. Lucious kept a very strict account of how much money I spent.

"Oh Kala, Let's get you some new clothes. You really only have twelve outfits. You need at least twenty." Cissa was getting a little carried away. She dragged both Draco and I into the cutest shop you ever saw with a tiny garden full of bunnies, faux flowers, sunshine, happy faces and butterflies. Yuck. The shop wasn't much better. Neither was the owner. She had on the type of pink sweater you know she must have knitted herself. She even pinched my cheeks. Oh Brother. "You got that right. What is Mother thinking? I mean, the Lord will die if you get anything from here and wear it. And right in the middle of the Alley, too. What is wrong with her?"

Draco shook his head. I was stunned. "I said that out loud? Oops."

He just looked at me and grinned. Hey, I am only five years old. The only reason I let myself be pampered by this weirdo lady and Cissa was because I came out with a pair of jeans and a blue sweater that I liked despite the fact it had ducks on it. To be honest, I felt sorry for Draco. I mean, this is his mother, you know? He is stuck with her for the rest of his life.

We turned a corner and bam! There was the Quidditch shop. Cissa rolled her eyes but I snuck in and bought Draco a present. With a receipt for Lu of course. I kept a sharp eye out for anymore cutsie stores so that I could drag Cissa in the opposite direction. Finally, I had all my presents and Cissa was satisfied with my newly completed wardrobe. She said twenty was little so she went and said that thirty was still a little small. Then Draco had the nerve to say that he really adored the way I looked in metallic colors and that set his mother off on another wild spree to find anything gold, silver, heck, anything sparkly that caught her eye and was my size. I nearly killed Draco for that one comment.

We arrived back at the mansion-which I didn't like as much as the summer house but was still homey-rather late and went straight to bed. With Draco beside me, of course. My nightmares had ceased and my dreams were much more pleasant. For the rest of the month, our days pass relatively uneventful. I awake on Christmas Day only to find myself and Draco in his bed, under three more quilts than I know were on the night before. Giggling we dash into Cissa and Lu's room and pounce.

"Wake up sleepy heads wake up!" we shout. "Com' on wake up!" As typical adults would, they groan in response. Unlike typical adults, they playfully beg for five more minutes. Tough luck for them; Draco and I are ruthless in our pursuit. They finally allowed themselves to be pulled out of bed. We got downstairs to find that the clock read 12:00 p.m.

"Ooops. Sorry Cissa, Lu. We can't tell when it is morning. We are only five years old."

Draco's attempt at a poor excuse for waking people up who have just gone to sleep didn't sit well with his parents. They hauled us upstairs and told me to make sure Draco stayed in bed until they came to get us in the morning. I thought that they were saying that I was the smart one that wanted to stay in bed but then they told Draco the same thing about me. Humph.

Morning finally cam and we dashed down to see that the huge tree we had decorated a few days before was practically raised another foot by all of the presents that had been stashed under it. Cissa and Lu started to look worried. I looked at Draco only to see that the same expression of innocent greed and cleverness was mirrored on our faces. I don't know how we knew- well, I do know but I'm not telling- when to charge but we both ended up racing for our designated piles at the same time. Before we got there, two brooms speed in front of us out of no where. We turned around and saw Lu twirling his wand and whistling in the way that you know he has something to do with whatever just happened and he's just playing around and acting like he doesn't have a clue. I just grinned at him while Draco went in for interrogation.

"Father, you know where those brooms came from don't you?"

With a look of feigned innocence Lu replied "I haven't any idea of what you're talking about Draco, my dragon. It appears that the came out of thin air. Now who would have done that?"

Draco smirked. "Hey it's your wand out, isn't it?"

Cissa smiled at her son's obviously true question while Lu realized that he had forgotten to replace the proof that he had bought our brooms. "Alright, alright, I admit it. I bought you the brooms. Now go have fun and don't wreak them the first time you fly, you hear me?"

We nodded and raced out into the backyard for some real fun. For the first time Draco and I could fly at the same time on separate brooms. For hours that day, the two of us rode our brooms and had a blast together. Cissa called us in for lunch.

"You know what Kala? We are going to have so much fun when we go to school. I can hardly wait." Draco's words suddenly sent a chill down my spine.

"I don't think that I can go to school Draco. I'm Akala Riddle, Voldemort's daughter. Dumbledore would never let me into the same school as other children, especially muggles. I don't see how I could ever go to Hogwarts." Draco pulled me in for a hug.

"Don't worry Kala. I'll find a way. We still have five years. You will go to school with me. There is still time to find a- Mummy how do you say it? Answer?"

"Solution is the word you're looking for, Draco."

"Yeah, that's it. A soubution-saloocon-Mum how do you say it again? Oh forget it!"

"A solution Draco. Solution." I told him.

"What you said Akala. Whatever you said."

Alright.2, 058 words to the story. Are you happy? Sorry for taking so long. I had school to finish and a new course to start over the summer and it's just been crazy. I hope you liked it. Chapter four is coming up faster than this one. I have more time now.

Dani-Marie