Cat Whiskers- Draco Malfoy Fanfiction

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"This is fucking depressing," Noir, the French black cat, murmured beside me as we looked at the brick wall that separated us from the magical world. He sniffed, looking at the direction of Tom who stood beside me. "So you want us to commit suicide by running into a brick wall?"

  Tom looked at him with a certain level of annoyance. "This is how it works—you have to run through the wall to get to Platform 9 3/4." 

  Noir raised his paw. "I call bullshit," he announced. 

  The ghost of Tom Riddle rolled his eyes. "Any chance we can drown him in the lake?" He asked me. 

  "No," I shook my head firmly, "Noir is coming with us." 

  "A tragedy," Tom said drily. 

  I sighed as I gathered my resolve and running along with Tom, I closed my eyes and went straight through the brick wall. 

  I opened my eyes. I didn't die. 

  I was almost nervous at doing this because I wasn't wizard blood, but it looked like the wall wasn't racist after all. 

"Told you," Tom said smugly. 

  At this point, you might be wondering a few things. 

  1. Why do I have a talking cat? 

  2. Why is Tom Riddle next to me? 

3. Why is he not murdering me?

It all happened when my dad left my mom and I. Mom was a drunk and after cursing him out, she took my hand and dumped me at the orphanage.

Wool's Orphanage.

They moved me into an old room belonging to some student a long time ago. That was when I saw him. Most ghosts were very foggy, not even noticing that I noticed them. This one was almost visible to my eyes, sitting on my bed. I was nine years old.

  "Who are you, mister?" I asked.

  He looked at me slowly, as if he couldn't believe that I was talking to him. He pointed at his chest. "Me?"

  I nodded.

  He narrowed his bright blue eyes. He was very handsome.

  "How—" He walked over to me, "how can you see me?"

  He looked intimidating. "You're scary," I said.

  He narrowed his eyes, gritting his teeth, "Answer the damn question."
 
I gasped, pointing at him, "You said a bad word."

The ghost slapped his hand over his forehead. "Answer the fucking question."

  I frowned. I heard my mom say that word to my dad.

  "I don't know—" I shrugged, "I can just see dead people. Mom said I was a freak."
 
   Tom raised one eyebrow. "Same, my father abandoned my pregnant mother and the other orphans beat me up for being a freak. But moving on to more important matters—" he swiftly made his way over to me, towering over my little height.

  His eyes turned calculating. "Are you a witch?"

  "That's not nice," I frowned, "I'm not a witch."

  Tom frowned, "You...you are normal, then? You're a Muggle?"

  "What's a Muggle?"

   "Yup, you're a Muggle—" Tom said, his eyes curious, "but how does a Muggle have such power—"