PROLOGUE

Harry smiled up at his best friend, tossing a bit of sand at him. The little blonde boy whined at Harry, vigorously shaking off the sand. He opened up his silver eyes and pouted at Harry. Harry let out a few giggles, patting the sand next to him for the blonde, Draco, to sit. Draco plopped down, pulling the plastic shovel out of Harry's chubby little fingers.

They sat there digging and laughing with each other for hours while Mrs. Malfoy watched them. As the sun set, Harry knew he would have to head back to the hell he called home. Sometimes Mrs. Malfoy would offer to drive him home, but he didn't want her to know where he lived.

The Malfoys were very rich people and if they knew the young Harry belonged to a very poor family, well, he would never see Draco again.

"HARRY POTTER!" a shrill scream came from the other side of the playground, and Harry winced, seeing his Aunt Petunia making her way over to him glaring. Mrs. Malfoy wrinkled up her nose. "Harry James Potter! How dare you leave the house without my or your uncle's permission! That's it, no food for a week!" she screamed at him.

Mrs. Malfoy looked between Petunia and Harry, "Is he your son?" she questioned in a cool tone.

Petunia let out a few shrill giggles, "Of course not, that little rat! He's my dead sister's boy. I felt bad so I took him in."

Mrs. Malfoy grabbed Draco's hand, "Come along son, you don't want to be associated with these people…"

That was the last time Harry saw Draco…

CHAPTER ONE

Disclaimer: I do not own the wonderful characters of Harry Potter, those belong to the much beloved J.K. Rowling :)

Harry sighed, his hand on the wood frame of his 'bedroom' door. He looked into the tiny cubby he slept in.

"I'm going to miss you, old friend," he mumbled sarcastically. The Dursley family, and the invisible Harry Potter, would be moving from Privet Drive to Gryffindor Way. Harry had spent his past three years of middle school making friends and preparing for high school, when all of a sudden the Dursley's announced their move.

Harry would now be attending the local public school, Hogwarts High. His cousin, Dudley would be attending some prestigious school on the other side of town.

Hogwarts was locating in the middle of Hogwarts town, surrounded by Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, Gryffindor, and Slytherin Way. Apparently Hogwarts was a pretty trashy school, filled with gangs. At least that's what Harry's uncle said.

Harry fell asleep on the car ride to his new home and was awoken by Dudley's loud complaining. He opened his eyes to see a relatively small house with a neat little front porch and perfectly mowed lawn. His uncle looked pissed off, his aunt slightly annoyed, and Dudley his usual pouting self.

"Why don't you just shut up for once?" snapped Harry, quickly covering his mouth realizing what he just said. Aunt Petunia started crying, Dudley tearing up, and Uncle Vernon turning beet red.

"You little punk can never close your mouth, huh? Well, get your ass inside and wait for me in the living room," Vernon spat. Harry began to shiver, knowing that their would be consequences for his misbehavior.

Harry awoke the next morning, moaning in pain. Every inch of his body hurt. He pulled himself out of bed, to the bathroom. He glanced at himself in the mirror, holding back sobs. His faced was disgustingly bruised. He had a black eye and a split lip, with blood dying his raven hair upon his brow.

He quickly tore off his shirt to see a gash covering his scrawny chest. Bruises and drops of blood freckled his arms and waist. Not able to take the sight much longer, he jumped into the shower, washing away the red streaks of pain.

He came out looking a bit better then before, using his aunt's makeup to cover his bruises. He wore a long sleeves shirt and slacks to hide the bruises on his body. He didn't even try to tame his unruly hair, and he hurried out of the house, hoping not to be late to school on his first day.

As he ran onto campus, not paying attention to his path, he slammed into another student. He groaned, rubbing his head and hurrying to grab his papers. He then looked up, two shining, green eyes met two cold, grey ones.

"Potter… Is that you?"