Alone Prologue.
Draco was alone. Father was of at work and mother had gone to see her sister. This was rare day that Draco could do exactly what he wanted.
Then why wasn't he doing it?
Draco sighed. He would have loved to go somewhere, explore. But instead he was here. What could he do to ease his boredom?
An idea suddenly struck Draco. He could go on an adventure. Rushing fervently down the stairs with excitement, he decided that he would have to take some provisions.
Stretching up to the top of the mantle piece he reached the jar bearing the inscription 'Muggle Money". Draco knew that the money was only for taking when mother and father needed to go to a 'supermarket', but Draco was sure that they would understand.
Secondly, Draco went to the cupboards. Climbing onto the counter, he opened the first cupboard. No luck with that, there were just some dark bottles of red stuff father gave Draco every New Years Eve so that Draco would get a headache the next day.
Shudder8ing, remembering the vile taste, Draco closed that cupboard and went onto the second one. This one was more promising. Draco reached up for one of the biscuit tins.
It was heavy-good. Draco took one look inside before shoving it into his mother's rucksack. Draco reached back up for the cupboard, considering his options. The rucksack was quite small and he could only really take one more thing.
He shuddered with excitement, allowing himself to daydream. This would show Papa that he was grown-up and mature.
Speaking of mature, where was the cheese? Snapping out of his daydream, he craned his neck around to look for the fridge. It was always hiding from Draco. It looked exactly like that other cupboards, so it was hard to find.
It also kept on moving, mother had put a charm on it so that he couldn't find it.
He pouted, he would find it! Getting to his feethe jumped off the counter and (wincing a bit on impact) started to open all the cupboards up, looking for the fridge and his cheese.
Five minutes later he was standing in the middle of the room, confused. A cavalry of open cupboards lay before him, not one bearing a fridge.
"Fridge…?"He called out loudly, "Fridge?"
Ah well, stuff the cheese. Going out into the hallway with the rucksack, Draco reached up the coat-rack to grab his coat- it might get clod, and mother said you can die if you get cold.
So why was he wearing his shorts then? Uh! Draco ran upstairs and donned a sailor-boy outfit.
"Complete with cap…" ash he ran downstairs. He bristled with excitement. This was going to be fun! Opening the door and stepping out, he took one last look into his hallway.
Picking up his rucksack, he closed the door and set off down the garden path, making sure to take the spare key from under the stone gargoyle.
He would be back by supper.