Are You My Mommy?

by Munca Hunca

Scorpious is confused. He doesn't know why or how he got stuck with an apparent muggle-born with a terrible sense of nicknaming. Seriously? After a lion? He just followed the interesting orange cat and BAM he's living with a gryffindor.

7. Gryffindor Pride

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Leo. Leo. Doesn't that mean lion? As in Gryffindor Lion. My dad would laugh and laugh at this name this lady has given me. The gigantic potato called her Hermione. That name sounds familiar. Maybe she's one of Mom's friends. I doubt it though, she seems too nice. And smart. I don't think that's why I recognized her.
There has to be some way to communicate with these people. Maybe the cat could help. Does it understand dragon? I let out a little roar to see if he would get its meaning. I think I was saying Scorpion, which is as close to my name that I could get. The cat looked around, and then back at me. He meowed persistently. I couldn't understand if he was even trying to talk to me. I wiggled my claws. Maybe I could carve something out. My Daddy made sure I was in preschool. A muggle one. The kids were really nice, they always played tag with me, and hide and seek, even though the counselors got annoyed when they couldn't find us. I got the alphabet memorized already. Daddy was so proud when I told him the entire alphabet.
I rolled over from my pillow and approached the old kitty. He looked at me with deep green eyes, I made sure he was watching me when I walked over to one of the lady's dining room chairs. Very carefully, I raised one claw and started to carve. It was hard work, sometimes I didn't press down hard enough to write out words, and when I did they looked choppy and not like the letters i would normally make.
"Crookshanks, what's that noise?" Harmony or what's her name walked into the room and gasped when she caught sight of me.
"LEO!" She stomped over. I tried to run away, but my claw was still stuck in the wood. "Bad boy!" I whined and whimpered while violently tugging my hand away from the chair. Ninny or whoever now loomed over me. "Those were my mother's!"
She sounded angry. Kitty then decided to walk over with his stiff gait. "You already ate Crookshanks!" The lady yelled at the cat. He seemed unfazed. I whined some more. Maybe I can get her to look at what I had written. It was the easiest thing I can remember. It was my Daddy's name.
The lady yet again looked at my predicament. the cat was purring softly now. The lady looked between us and sighed as she swiftly tugged my claws out the wood and placed the chair on its side. Her brows furrowed as she perused the wood.
"Draco?" she wondered aloud.