I don't own anything, which makes me cry, becuase it's so perfect.......I take it back, the idea is mine. Kind of......yeah not really........

The grey sky huddles over London, the streets muddy from the rain that has fallen half an hour before. On one corner, a little boy, muddy black hair, thin circle glasses, cloths that look like they could tear apart at a butterfly's touch hangs onto his thin frame, stands on a street corner, like on every other corner in London.

I can tell this little boy is different though, I can't tell how, but I can tell. I tug on my Father's hand, "Please, Father, can I please give him something."

Father smiles at me, "Draco you can't help everyone,"

I look him in the eyes, "But I can try, please?"

Mother speaks up from behind us, "Lucius, let him do it, just this once,"

Father sighs, "Very well, but don't step in the mud, I don't want you getting dirty."

I nod my head, walking over to the boy, his eyes pleading to the passer bys. His eyes rise to meet mine when I stop in front of him. His eyes are the brightest green I have ever seen, everything about him is dirty or muddy, but his eyes. His eyes are perfect, the brightest green color ever. He smiles at me, I smile back at him, "Hello, my name is Draco."

He trembles, "H-hello, my name is Harry."

I like this boy, there is something about him, something special, I don't know what it is about him, but you can tell.

"Hello Harry," I smile at him, he gives me a weak smile back. In a split second I've made up my mind. I offer him my hand, "Would you like to come with me Harry?"

His eyes widen, "I could never to that,"

"Yes, you can, please take my hand."

He eyes my hand, "Please, Harry, I would like to help you."

He takes my hand, I smile at him, turning and bringing him with me to my parents.

"Mother, Father, can we please help him?"

My Father looks taken back, my Mother looks sympathetic. "Draco, you know we can not to that."

Harry shrinks away; my Mother looks at him, and I see something in her eyes. She knows also, there is something special about this boy. This little boy, found on the street corners will turn out to be someone special; he'll do something great, I can just tell, so can Mother.

She turns to Father, they whisper, I can't hear them, I smile at Harry; he looks like he would run away at any moment. "How old are you, Harry?"

He jumps, his hand tightening around mine. "I-I'm se-seven"

I smile, "So am I,"

He nods, his hand squeezing mine again, it's almost like he's making sure that I'm real, that I'm not going to disappear.

I look back up towards Mother and Father, I can tell that whatever they are talking about my Mother won, she turns to look at us, "Draco, we may take him home, but if anything happens we can't let him stay."

I smile at her and then at Harry.

"Mother, Father, I would like to introduce you to Harry."

He smiles at both of them from behind me before hiding his face behind me again.

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