A/N: So this is my new Draco/OC story. It's AU, it loosely follows the storyline, but lots of things are different. Because the fact that Shane exists at all changes the story :D It is a little similar to my other Draco fic, but I only just realised, because the file for DMINE is on my Macbook which I won't have back until next week. Anyway, enjoy.

I gently roll up the bottom of my dirty jeans. It's sweltering, even for the end of July. I can feel the thin layer of perspiration covering my entire body. My thin, vest top is clinging to my body. It hasn't been long since I ran away from home, but I'm missing having a ready supply of water, and a bed to sleep in every night. I've been sleeping in woods and on benches for nearly two weeks. Stealing from stores for food and drinks, it isn't ideal, but I'd rather be sleeping rough and stealing than back at home.

I let my feet slip into the running lake, it's a little dirty, but a cooling relief to my sticky skin. In the afternoon heat, I let my mind wander, remembering the day I left home. It wasn't really very different to many other days in my foster home. I'd lived in quite a few foster homes over the years, after I was abandoned at birth. Before I left, I was living with Jean and Ian Walters. From the outside, they seemed like regular, nice people, but the reality was so much darker.

The Walters' took in quite a few foster kids. Some didn't stay long, others had been there longer than me. But, only some of them were subjected to the kind of abuse I got. Particularly the girls, particularly the pretty girls. Because I am what most people consider pretty, although most of the time I feel unlovable, I feel not good enough. Part of that is the idea of being abandoned by my parents, but a lot of it is thanks to Mrs Walters, who wasn't unaware of what her husband was doing under her roof. Instead of leaving him, or telling him to stop, she blamed the girls he hurt, by telling them what filthy whores they are.

The things that Ian Walters did to me still haunt my nightmares. Of course I tried telling the police, I called anonymously, pretending to be a neighbour concerned about the welfare of the girls in his care. Of course, all the police saw was a loving couple taking in problem children. I didn't get away with it either. The Walters' threatened to withhold food privileges from all of the kids for a week unless someone claimed responsibility. So, I had no choice but to confess. I can still hear their seething, angry voices.

"Shane, you are such an ungrateful brat!" I can still feel the stinging heat from the beating I received, everyone else watching, I was being made an example of.

I was tired of being treated that way, so I escaped. I tried to talk some of the other girls I knew were being abused by Mr Walters into coming with me, but none of them were ready yet, they were still too scared of him. I still feel guilty about leaving them behind, I can't imagine how they reacted once they realised I was gone. Probably badly.

I started feeling so sad, remembering the looks on their faces when I snuck out of the window that night, they didn't want me to leave them. As I felt the tears prick the back of my eyes I also felt something else. The water gently lapping around my legs started getting so much colder. I quickly pulled them out of the water, it was literally freezing, where a moment ago it had been very warm.

I watched in awe as the whole lake started to freeze over. There was no one around but I quickly grabbed my bag and ran for the cover of the nearby woods. This wasn't the first time something weird had happened to me, since I was little I'd been causing things to happen when I got sad or angry or very excited. Once about four years ago, when I was at a very nice foster home, it was my 10th birthday, I'd never had a birthday party before and I was just so excited by all of it that all of the balloons burst at once. The foster parents decided they didn't want me anymore the very next day.

I watched from the safety of the trees as the ice started to melt quickly, soon there was no trace of it left at all. That's when the old man appeared. When I say he appeared, that's exactly what I mean, he just sort of popped into the air. One second there was no one around, the next there he is, a tall man with a long white beard. He was dressed strangely, in long robes, they reminded me of Ian's really expensive bath robes.

I sucked in a breath as the man looked right at me. I knew he couldn't possibly see me, I was very hidden in the woods. And yet, I could also tell that he was looking for me. My brain was frozen, I couldn't think clearly, so I couldn't really stop myself from walking out of my covered hiding place and over to this mysterious man.

"Shane, my dear, we've been searching for you for some time," his words should have scared me shitless, but instead, his kind eyes and caring smile made me feel at home. I felt safe for the first time in a long time.

"Why? I mean, why have you been searching for me?" I was curious as to what made me so interesting that this man had been searching for me. Not that I'd missed he casual use of the word 'we'.

"Because, dear girl, you're very special, even among other special people, you stand out," his words were cryptic, and he didn't really answer my question, "I have much I need to tell you, but first, I'd like to take you somewhere safe," he paused looking down at my dirty clothes and the bag that held all my worldly possessions, "if you want, I can take you to a place where there's a warm bed waiting for you and a family ready to accept you as one of their own," smiled down at me.

"What's the catch?" I raised one eyebrow, waiting for him to tell me the bad news.

"There is no catch," he chuckled warmly, "I want to show you what you're capable of, what you are, and what your parents were before you," I gasped. I wasn't quite sure I'd heard him correctly for a second.

"You, I mean, you knew my parents?" I fumbled over my words. The old man smiled at me kindly, peering down over his half moon spectacles.

"I told you Shane, there is much I have to tell you," He gently laid his hand on my shoulder, "will you come with me, and let me show you where you belong?" I nodded quickly I didn't trust my voice to work, I wasn't going to give myself a chance to come to my senses and change my mind.

The kind old man didn't say anything more, he simply took both my hands in his and suddenly my world was disappearing. I whole body was disappearing, I was being pulled right through my stomach. I wanted to scream, but there was no air or energy at all in body. But, before I knew it, it was over.

A/N: So, let me know what you think, the next chapter will be up soon. I'll probably have to chose between this story and DMINE, and that will be based on which gets the most faves/reviews, so bare that in mind :D x