"I was just going to the kitchens for a midnight snack," Draco said, defending himself quickly on the spot.

"Excuses, excuses. You'll be serving detention tomorrow in the trophy room."

"Fine."

Filch raised the duster he was carrying, and with the handle, jabbed Draco all the way back to the Slytherin common room.

The following day, Draco had a field day in the trophy room. Filch had left him by himself to dust and shine the awards, but he had also forgotten to take away his wand.

Draco decided to conjure a guitar and soundproofed the room. He couldn't recall the last time he'd seen a guitar, but he still remembered how to play. He also knew how to play the piano, but most pureblood heirs could do that (Draco was probably the most advanced out of them all, though he was too modest to say that, especially since Theo was right up at the top with him).

He'd learned how to play music from his wand a while ago. He set the song to play everything but the guitar and vocals. Draco would be doing that part.

The song ended and Draco did a weird (and embarassing-to-do-in-public) jig-jump-triwl combination. He still hadn't lost his touch! He wondered if Blaise, Theo, and Adrain could still play bass, guitar, and drums, respectively.

They could start a wizarding-yet-known-by-Muggles band!

It was then that he decided to stop getting so excited over something so trivial.

Draco played a few more songs until it had been half an hour...

...which meant that Filch would be back soon. Instead of playing another song, Draco packed up everything and then cleaned the trophies with a few flicks of his wand.

Filch walked in the room and inspected the awards before inspecting the boy. Draco had already hidden his wand in his robe pocket and therefore, he wasn't caught.

A white folder of sorts fell out of Filch's pockets. Curiousity as to why Filch would have anything readable overcame Draco, and he picked it up.

Kwikspell, it read on the front.

"You dropped this," Draco said, handing the man the folder. Filch snatched it from his hands and shooed Draco away, orders which Draco obliged to follow.

Draco went straight up to the Necessity Room and asked for animal books of all sorts. He was met with an enormous animal - magical (including dragons and such) and regular (consisting of dogs and the like) - library.

Of course, he went to the regular animal part of the library. He quickly deducted that Canis Lupus Arctos was some sort of canine, as the name stated.

So he did something foolish and said, "Accio canine books!"

A hundred books came flying at him, and Draco didn't have time to conjure a protective shield.

"OW!" He exclaimed. It took him a while to sort through all the books, but at last, he found something that seemed right.

Following the Lifestyle: The Arctic Wolf

How incredibly convenient, Draco thought. Arctic wolves don't live in Great Britain. If someone asks what the wolf is doing here, am I supposed to suggest that it probably wandered onto an iceberg which incidentally floated to this country? Oh, and I shouldn't forget to mention that the wolf walked all the way here from the coast, to Hogwarts of all places.

Sarcasm aside, the wolf did look pretty cool. But why was Draco a white wolf?

THUNK!

Another book hit him, but this time, it had fallen from the ceiling...or the roof...or the sky...or whatever else was up there.

Animagi-A Guide to a Successful Transformation

Draco found the answer to his question. Apparently, the animal also had to sort of look like him. That's why Wormtail's Animagus form was missing a toe. It was because he was missing his finger.

Draco didn't have any sort of injury, so perhaps his eye color would remain the same as well. He'd noticed that after his father had been released from the potion, both of their eye colors had gone from gray to blue.

He spent an hour reading as much of the Arctic Wolf book as possible before he decided that he needed a break. He took the book with him and headed down to the dungeons.

As silently as possible, he slipped the book under his pillow and crept out of the dorms.

He exited the castle and jogged over to the place he's first seen Buckbeak with Hagrid. There stood the magestic bird, glancing from side to side.

"Buckbeak?" Draco called.

The bird raised its head and slowly approached Draco. Draco reached out to pet the bird.

"Feel like giving me a ride around the grounds today?" he said to the bird before climbing on.

Buckbeak galloped forward and lifted its wings. The bird flew past the moon, which only seemed a mile away. They swooped down over the water, and Draco remembered being young and stressless once more.

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