Chapter Four: Cautious Catastrophe and Dustin and Catastrophe's First Duel

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"Oof!" Hermione said as she dropped to the fireplace in the gloomy Manor.

"Ugh, dust!" Dustin said, brushing off his clothes.

Then they realized that Dobby wasn't with them.

"Dobby?" Hermione asked slowly. "Dobby?"

"Crap, this is bad. We'll have to navigate this place on our own." Dustin said, eyes narrowing.

They should've whispered, because they heard footsteps near the door of the room they're in.

Last night, Draco had taken a turn for the worse. He constantly moaned, groaned, and occasionally whimpered. Catastrophe just couldn't sleep. Her brother was moaning underneath her and he was drenched in sweat. So she just cried. She couldn't lose him, because he was the last Malfoy boy, not counting her father, Lucius Malfoy.

Dobby crashed through the fireplace. "Miss Catastrophe?"

"Oh, Dobby! Are they here?" I asked anxiously.

"Yes, but they were separated from me."

"Ok. Thanks Dobby. Please get some tea…" Catastrophe said as she heard a thump.

"Dobby?"

"Yes, missus?"

"Hide Draco, please. On the bed, maybe?"

"Yes, miss."

Catastrophe walked toward the sound of whisperings and drew her wand.

"Crap!" Dustin yelled, and Hermione grabbed him and covered his mouth. "Be quiet!"

Catastrophe slowly opened the door, gasping as she faced two wizards, one a girl and one a boy, both pointing their wands at her. She tensed as the girls spoke.

"Are you Catastrophe Malfoy?" she asked, lowering her wand just a little bit.

"Who's asking?" she said in a tiny voice.

Both the girl's and boy's eyes softened. They slipped their wand in their pockets.

Catastrophe smirked. "Do I look like Catastrophe?"

"How are we supposed to know-" Dustin hissed, but got cut off from Hermione's talking.

"Dustin, she's crying. Be quiet. Oh GOD." Hermione gasped and drew her wand once again.

"Yes, Hermione." Catastrophe said, trembling, "I'm Catastrophe."

Dustin gaped at her. Hermione stared. Catastrophe got a little bit serious.

"My brother's hurt. Can you help him?"

"That depends. Who's your brother?" Hermione asked slowly.

"Draco Malfoy… Why?"

"God. What makes you think we were going to help you when your brother is the ferret?" Dustin smirked, but that went away as the little girl, up to his chest, stepped forward and glared, saying, "You know what? Rude comments make me sick. Literally. And, if you keep on doing that, I'm going to call you Dust and also call you as a piece of LINT. So shut up." She said icily, and Dustin stepped back in astonishment.

"Ouch, Dustin." Hermione laughed, and put away her wand.

The little girl, apparently named Catastrophe, laughed and giggled. As she did so, it brightened the whole room. She said to them, "I'll give you a present if you help my brother." She said, wiping away the tears.

"That also depends-" Dustin was beginning to say, but Hermione cut him off. AGAIN.

"It's a good present, really. Do you have a Patronum?" Catastrophe asked.

"Noooooooooooooooo, why?" Dustin asked.

"You, Hermione?" she asked.

"No, not yet."

"Really? Great! I'll give you a Patronum if you help my brother." She giggled again. "Deal?" she asked cautiously.

"Deal!? Yes!" Hermione gasped and picked up the girl, twirling her around. "Do you mean it?" she asked, letting her new friend sit down on the floor.

"Do I mean it? I'll do anything, ANYTHING, if I can help my brother." She said, chin set and smiling.

"Come on, then, where's the ferr- I mean, brother?" Dustin asked, kind of happy.

Catastrophe did something amazing. She stood on her tiptoes and kissed him on the cheek.

"Come on!" Catastrophe said, grabbing both Hermione and Dustin's hand, "We don't have all day!"

This chapter is a little short, sorry! I love you, Rangerfairy and Crouching Crookshanks! You just made my day!!

Love, Catastrophe

PS. R/R! Almost there…