"Guilty." With one last slam of his gavel, the judge marked the bratty blonde boy as, essentially, a pig for slaughter. With his precious and powerful father locked up in jail, and his mother following in his footsteps, there was no one to get him out of this. And Voldemort, who'd gotten him into this mess - he couldn't care less.

"For assisting your parents in their crime against the muggle society, you should be sentenced to a lifetime in Azkaban. You know and fully understand how forbidden such a crime is - not only performing magic in the presence of a non magical being, but using it against them. However, because you are a minor and it appears you have committed this act only under specific orders from another, we will take the liberty of lessening your punishment."

A smirk inconspicuously made it's way across the boys face. It didn't remain there long: "Draco Malfoy, you are hereby stripped of your magical powers and sentenced to live in the muggle world until you can successfully complete a year in a normal muggle environment - that is, for your age group, high school."

"What?!"

"You will be living in Forks, Washington," The judge continued, "with Miss Morgan Doyle, a squib who's already been notified of the situation. That is all."

"No, you can't do that! That's cruel and unusual punishment, my father will not stand for this!" An outburst that caused a slight scowl from the on looking judge.

"Unfortunately, I am afraid your father no longer has any input on the matter."

"But -"

"That is all, Mr. Malfoy." And the gavel came down once more.

"Good morning class." Mr. Mason, the Forks High social studies teacher, entered the classroom in the usual fashion he did every year on the first day of shool: smiling and with a hint of seriousness. However, he had very unusual news on this particular first day. "Today, the school's been introduced to a new student." Whispers immediately began to spread throughout the room: it was very rare to get a new student in Forks, so of course everyone in the small town had seen it coming. The boy had arrived no more than three days earlier and was living with Miss Doyle on the edge of town. People had been talking about him for days, but no one had actually been able to catch a glimpse of this mysterious intruder. Rumor had it he'd come all the way from England after the death of his parents. Well, they had his cover story straight.

"Draco Malfoy." The boy walked in and was met to a series of wide eyes and surprised expressions, particularly between the girls in the room. Among these girls was Skye Brooks. She wasn't one to fall for a boy easily, but she couldn't deny that the boy had a certain flair. He was dressed simply in a blue t-shirt and jeans, and he looked as if he could've just walked off some European runway. As whispers became more hurried and hushed, separated by giggles and squeals, Skye quietly noticed the boy sit down near the corner, moving his blond hair away from his eyes. He didn't seem the least bit in place; the way he carried himself was far too regal and… powerful for him to belong in Forks.

Skye turned away from this "Draco" and looked back to her teacher with a sigh. At the end of class, she walked simply to her next period as she always did. And after the many whispers that continued in her second period, Skye went on to lunch in almost complete silence. There was no point in making a fuss, the rest of the school could obviously handle that on it's own.

"Have you SEEN him? He's incredible!" Natasha, Skye's best friend, turned from her seat the second she saw Skye come nearby.

"Not you too! Ugh." Retreating into her seat and throwing her arms onto the table, Skye realized this type of talk would be going on everywhere.

"Oh, how can I help myself!" Natasha squealed. Leaning closer to the unhappy girl, she looked toward a different table and whispered with a smile, "you know, rumor has it he may even be giving the Cullens a run for their money with those looks."

Skye looked up toward the same table - the Cullen table. Those five adopted kids had always been the most insanely gorgeous teens in Forks: heck, they probably had the entire state of Washington beat! Edward had always been her favorite. He always looked so deep in thought, so concentrated. He always looked as if he had some crazy, important purpose. She was intrigued. Of course, the boy had never even looked her way. He had no reason to, to be quite honest. Or at least, that's what she thought. Skye was a shy girl. She had friends, but only a few she was truly close to. She was smart, but no valedictorian. As a junior, she was a year younger than the Cullen boy. They had no classes together, and she's never even seen him outside of school. Skye was pretty typical of a Forks teenager, and that gave her no reason to hang around the perfect Cullens.

"Nah." She said simply. No one could beat the Cullens. This boy had come the closest, though.

Natasha shrugged, and as the rest of their friends joined the table, conversation continued about the new boy and eventually took all sorts of different turns. Skye kept pretty quiet, attempting to avoid the jealous comments of her male friends and the various praises of the females. Still, her thoughts wandered toward him. Draco.. What an unusual name. What she hadn't yet realized was that he was also a very unusual boy.