“Mumsie? Futther? Kwee! Buuu…” A Newborn Shadow Fluffball walked up to you. His parents were killed by some hunters who wanted his parents’ sleek black fur. He was traumatized and all alone. He was pitch-black in color, and had pinkish-red eyes. “D-Draco…! Draco…! Buuu! Kwee!” He said his name, Draco, a few times. He smiled at you, comforted by your presence. It eased the heavy pain in his little heart. “Prrrt? Purrr…” He purred happily and smiled up at you, his little scared heart at ease.