Disclaimer: J.K Rowling owns all characters except Kat Black and her mother. I worship her and would not dare to steal anything so please don't sue me for the whole sixty cents I have.

Draco Malfoy watched dumbly this strange Kat character come up to him and reach through the gates. Gripping hold of his collar, she dragged him forward. "Come on, cousin dearest; let Kitty Kat in, won't you?" Malfoy jerked backwards making her loose her hold on him. She laughed loudly. "What? You don't like me?" she questioned cheekily. "Too bad," she sighed, "We could have gotten along you know." He glared back still confused as what to do with her. Although he was sure he wanted to throw her back wherever she came from, and he meant throw literally.

Aggravated that he was still not letting her inside the gates she stomped her foot childishly. "Listen, Malfoy," she growled, "I don't really need to waste my time hexing you as much fun as it would to be to see you in rodent form. All I need is to talk to your mother."

"My mother will never agree to speak to you. No one knows if you are even who you say you are." Here he smirked, "Oh yeah, plus your daddy's a mudblood lover and a convict. I don't see you getting any closer to Malfoy Manor anytime soon."

Kat nodded in agreement as if she had suddenly seen the light. "So you want to play games. I didn't know Malfoys knew how to play. This should be fun so let's see. Your daddy's a convict too and a whipped Voldie-worshipping kiss ass." Draco Malfoy indignantly scrunched up his face. "How dare you….." "OH!" she interjected, "I almost forgot; your father also looks like a woman. Does Daddy ever let you dress up in drag too?" Draco furiously reached for his wand only to find that he had left it elsewhere. Irately he slammed his fist into the brick gatehouse accidentally triggering the button to unlock the gates. Hearing the familiar click Kat smiled obnoxiously and rammed the cycle into the iron walls hindering her from her destination. "Thanks, coz," she yelled back to Draco as she flew past him.

Malfoy Manor looked more like a Period Century Gothic Art Greco (whatever you call gleaming gargoyles on the roof) Castle than it did a manor. The huge double doors that lead into the vestibule at the front loomed ominously over the young spawn of blood traitors. "Heh," she laughed nervously to herself, "this ought to be fun." She reached for the large cobra shaped silver door knocker and rapped it against the black door. The massive piece of wood creaked open at the squeaky command of a little house elf. "How can Squeakers be helping, Miss?" Kat smiled kindly at the creature. "I'd like to speak to the lady of the house." Squeakers nodded enthusiastically, "Squeakers will be going and getting Mistress and Master." The word 'Master' hit her like a rock in the head. She didn't stand a chance with Lucius Malfoy. "No, not Master, Squeakers!" she called after the little elf but the door slammed in front of her. "Damn!" She shouted.

When the great double doors opened again, Kat Black was once again in her gray school uniform. Somehow she seemed so much more believable when she looked like a good little girl. A tall vapid looking blonde woman with a pinched face smiled down at her somewhat kindly. Her husband stood behind her. "Yes? I am Narcissa Malfoy. You wished to speak with me?" Kat smiled a large cheesy grin to the woman. "I am ever so pleased to meet you, Mrs. Malfoy. I must ask that you refrain from throwing me off the property until I am done speaking." Mr. Malfoy raised an eyebrow at her. Kat noticed and quickly recovered herself. "You see, I am a relation to you. My name is Katleen Black. I am the daughter of your cousin Sirius Black. My mother is an American-born pureblood witch. Her family is originally from Ireland. She died several weeks ago and I am alone now. I would not trouble you unless I had nowhere else to go. I just need a place to stay until I enter seventh year at Hogwarts. I will work to earn my keep. I'm not like my father. He and I do not share the same beliefs. I wish to help in the purification of the wizarding race."

"SHE'S LYING THROUGH HER TEETH!" yelled a voice behind her. Kat swiveled her head around to look at Draco panting his way up the drive. "Did you change clothes?" he whispered to Kat. "Did you just now get here? I met you at the gate like ten minutes ago." She hissed back. Neither of Draco's parents heard. "Draco Malfoy!" his mother snapped, "I taught you better respect than that. Perhaps if this young lady was a half-blood or a stranger such impudence could be dismissed, but she is pureblood and family so that is inexcusable." The other three people at the door way all stared dumbfounded at the Mistress of Malfoy Manor. Narcissa turned back to Kat. "Now, Katleen darling, there is no reason for you to have to work. It is below the Noble Family of Black." Kat lowered her head. "Forgive me for suggesting it, ma'am." "Aunt Narcissa, dear," Narcissa corrected. Kat nodded in acquiescence. Aunt Narcissa smiled completely benevolently. "Come see your new home."

Once inside the room that was to be hers for the remainder of the year at the least, Kat laughed loudly. "And the Academy Award goes to……" she began in a pseudo announcer voice, "…. Katleen Black." She mimed accepting the award and bowed elaborately. "Thank you. Thank you. You are too kind."

"What are you doing?" Draco's voice came from behind her. She turned quickly. "Nothing, what are you doing in here?" He rolled his eyes. "Do you ever answer the question?" "Do you?" He held a picture frame covered by a drop cloth. "Mother thought you might want this." Kat took it from him and removed the cloth. She took a sharp breath. Staring up at her were the eyes and face of Sirius Black. She moved the cloth back to its original position. "Tell her thank you for me." Kat turned and walked to the bed to put the portrait down.

"Did you ever meet him?"

"What?"

"Your father. Did you know him at all?" Kat refuse to look at the boy.

"N, I didn't." Her voice was quiet. "He was in Azkaban most of my life. No visitors."

"What do you mean no visitors? When Father was falsely imprisoned, Mother visited him twice a month."

Now she turned around furiously. "What? Why would my mother lie to me? Why?"

"Your father was a madman. She probably didn't want you to have to deal with that."

"It was a rhetorical question, you idiot. Now go the hell away." She grabbed her wand and waved the door shut. It accidentally hit Draco in the head and he fell to the floor. She sighed exasperatedly and waved the body to the side before closing in the door. "Sleeping beauty, you had better wake up soon. I don't want you in my room all night." She rolled her eyes and kicked his body under the bed in case his parents walked in.

Going to the long mirror in the corner she wiped the make up off her face. The scar over her right eye wasn't fading like it should have. After seriously banging herself up in an accident in her car (before she got her bike) she had checked out a book on glamour charms. The scar wasn't fading though. It remained as prominent and ugly as ever right across her eyelid. Kat plopped herself down face first on the fluffy antique bed. The Malfoy home was as luxurious as it was vast and empty. She missed home. Lifting her head up off the pillow, she uncovered her father's portrait and traced his face with her fingers. "I miss you, Daddy. Mama lied to me. I bet she lied to you too. You probably knew less about me than I do about you." She put her head down in the pillow and sobbed silently until she fell asleep.

Kat woke up around midnight due to the incessant tapping at her window. She got up and let in her Screech owl Hermes. "What's this?" she yawned.

Dear Kat,

We're overthrowing a shop in Knockturn Alley that had a Support Voldie sign in the window. You should come join us. It'll be fun I promise. We'll party afterwards. I miss you, babe; what are you up to anyways?

Love, Ayden

Kat smirked to herself and tossed Hermes a treat before going out to her balcony. Leaning over the railing, she put her fingers to her mouth and whistled loudly. She heard the engine to her bike start up as it flew up to the balcony. She grabbed her wand from her dresser and with a flick and swish was back in her jeans and a tank, another redid her makeup. Reaching for her helmet, she climbed on. "Hey! You can't just leave in the middle of the night!" Draco apparently had just woken up to whine. She turned and glared at him menacingly. "Like hell I can't, Sleeping Beauty."

A/N: Please Review. And before you say Draco and Narcissa are out of character, I feel that Draco would probably be a little tiny bit understanding of how it feels to have a father who is a murder (or supposed one). Also I think that Mrs. Malfoy would probably be a high class person and kind to her family.