Sorry this took so long, I'll try to do better with the next chapter. I've already started writing it. This chapter is dedicated to Shadow DarknessDragon, BrattyWitch, and demonfaerie15.

Of Words and a Fuzzy Head

Breakfast is the most important meal of the day. But eleven-year-old Draco Malfoy didn't care. He could'nt wait until breakfast was over so that the post would come. Draco was waiting for a very important letter. His Hogwarts letter was due to arrive that day. It was never a question if he would get the letter, ever since he performed his first bout of accidental magic when he was four. But until recently, there had been a question on whether Draco would attend Hogwarts at all. Lucius, Draco's father wanted him to go to Durmstrang, a school in Bulgaria. However, Narcissa, Draco's mother, wanted him closer to home. So, the decision was made and Draco was going to Hogwarts. As soon as the letter got there.

Narcissa Malfoy didn't seem to be a very loving mother in public, but in truth, she really did love her son. She loved everything about Draco. She loved how adorable he looked whenever he tried to be just like his father, and how he used to strut around like he was on display. And now, her little baby was going away. Narcissa smiled to herself as she watched Draco at breakfast. His impatience was clearly shown on his face, which was rare for him lately. She decided to put him out his misery.

"Draco dear, since you're finished with breakfast you may be excused." Draco barely refrained from grinning as he rose and took controlled steps out of the dining room. Once he was out of his parents' view, he took of running to his rooms, to await the coming owl.

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It had been nearly a week since Draco got his letter and now he was eager to go to Diagon Alley. It was where he was going to get his school supplies. Like the day he got his letter, Draco woke very early and was ready before his wake up call. He did however refrain from running to his parents' rooms and wake them up so that they could get there faster. It wasn't as if he'd never been there before though, Draco had gone to Diagon Alley plenty of times. But this one was different. Today he was going shopping for him, and it wasn't for clothes. He was even going to get his own wand that he could use whenever he wanted, thanks to the extensive wards at the Malfoy Manor. Draco had been practicing magic for a while, now he could actually use it properly. No more practice wands for Draco Malfoy.

After breakfast, Draco and his parents flooed to the Leaky Cauldron, a pub that guarded the entrance to Diagon Alley. Barely sparing a glance at the bartender, they proceeded to the alley in back of the pub. Draco watched avidly as Lucius gracefully tapped the required bricks to gain enteance to the magical shopping center. He could hardly contain the look of delight at the sight. The first place they went was to Gringotts bank, a large white stone building. Draco had been there many times before, usually with his father on business, but now they were going to Draco's personal vault. That was where they would get the money needed for his school supplies. Draco enjoyed the ride down to his vault, and liked the sight of all the galleons in there, but he became impatient to start shopping. The first place they went was Flourish and Blott's, to get his textbooks. They quickly went through the alley collect his supplies. Lucius and Narcissa dropped Draco off at Madam Malkin's Robes For All Occasions while they went elsewhere. Afterwards they would get his wand.

Draco was impatient. He wanted to get his wand already. But he had to wait until he was done getting fitted. He never knew getting clothes, even for Hogwarts, could be so boring. He sincerely wished someone would walk into the store, so he could have company and conversation. No one came. When he was finished, Draco stepped out of the store. He had finished early and had sometime before his parents would pick him up. Draco wandered over to the Magical Menagerie. Maybe he could find a familiar while he waited. The shop was poorly lit. There were cages lining the walls and more in the middle forming aisles. Draco wandered around. He wasn't sure what he wanted. Maybe he could get an owl, or a raven. Ravens were better, but they weren't allowed. What had the letter said? Draco pulled the supplies list out of his pocket. It clearly stated at the bottom, an owl or a cat or a toad. Draco didn't want an owl, there were plenty at the manor, and he definitely didn't want a toad. A cat it was then. Draco walked over to the cats. They were closer to the front of the store. There were all sorts of cats there. Large ones, smaller ones, stripped cats, spotted cats. None of them were right though. Suddenly a shadow seen from the corner of his eye caught his attention. There, in a cage tucked in the corner that previously looked empty, was the smallest, blackest cat Draco had ever seen. Draco walked over to it's cage and stared down at it. It appeared to be sleeping but when Draco stood in front of it's cage it sleepily blinked open its eyes. Draco couldn't hold back a gasp. That cat had the greenest eyes Draco had ever seen.

"Young man, can I help you?" A voice behind caused Draco to turn. The shopkeeper was standing behind him. "Yes," Draco replied, "I would like this one. What kind of cat is it?" "I'm afraid I don't know. He was brought in a long time ago. He looked normal then, but hasn't changed one bit in all the time he's been here." "How long has he been here?" Draco asked quietly while looking down at the cat. He was wide awake and seemed to be following the conversation. "Why, I think it's been six years already. Do you still want him?" The shopkeeper asked. Draco looked at the cat. He couldn't imagine being stuck in the same place for so long. "Yes, I'll take him."

Moments later, Draco walked out of Magical Menagerie with the cat in his arms,and its supplies in his pocket. "What shall I name you?" Draco asked his new cat. The cat only meowed and purred, rubbing its head on his hand. "I'm sure I'll figure something out."

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Life was dull. He hadn't left his area for six long years. The bright points of his years was the month of August. That was when the students came. Thre would always be someone looking for something in August. However, the month was only 31 days long. At the end of that, the students would be gone again, and his days would blur together. That day, he was excited. He couldn't wait for tomorrow. Today was the last in July. August would start tomorrow, and the students would come. He couldn't wait. He sat there, quite comfortable, and daydreamed about all the people he would see. He was so lost in his daydream that he didn't notice the boy until he was standing in front of him, blocking the sunlight. He looked up blinking slowly, and was startled into awareness at the boy standing in front of him. Somehow, he knew, this was the one he was waiting for.