Here we go my first try at the first person (Obsessive Love doesn't count). It's about Draco thinking about Hogwarts when he was younger and thinking what might happen there. And if he would be as secluded as he is at home.

Disclaimer: Sadly only the plot and words belong to me. The full stops aren't even mine- they belong to my editor.

K because I am paranoid about some of my implications.

Hogwarts. I'll be going soon.

I'm so scared.

I told Father that I was scared yesterday, that I didn't know what to do. He told me to stop being so silly, and disappeared into his rooms with the skinny lady.

I don't like the skinny lady, she's tall and I can't see her face through all the face paint she uses to try and cover her ugliness. She only ever smiles at Father.

I only ever see the skinny lady when Mother is not in the house. Father has only ever talked to me about her once, all he said was not to tell Mother that she came.

He didn't say why, only that what Mother didn't know wouldn't hurt her.

I only heard Father talking to the skinny lady once; he called her Desdemona once, but then Dezzie, the rest of the time. When ever she sees me she huffs and looks disgusted. Then she looks at Father and they walk by me. And I'm invisible again.

I tried to tell Mother I was frightened, but she just ignored me and took another swig from her Bottle.

I can't remember the last time I saw mother without her Bottle. She carries it around like it was her newborn child.

No, I think she carried me round less than the Bottle when I was that small.

I told her I was afraid again. She just looked at me with her hound dog eyes and told me to go ask Father. And I'm invisible again.

She loves her Bottle more than she will ever love me.

I wish I could ask someone else, but I can't.

All the rest of my family look straight through me.

I used to have Uncle Raven, but then he married that Muggle Emily. And Father said that I was not allowed to see him anymore. And Uncle's name was burned from out family tree, and all our bonds with him were broken like spiders webs.

I wish I had a friend to talk to; maybe they would be as frightened as me. But I don't know because I have no-one to talk to.

Because Father is so important the people who come round treat me like an un-touchable. If I am their enemy then Father will be their enemy, so they have to respect me. They teach their children to do the same.

I am not human to them, just another root to Father.

And as soon as the root has been planted I am invisible again.

Uncle Raven used to ask me why I was scared.

I'm afraid now Uncle. I'm afraid I won't fit in, I'm afraid of rejection. I'm afraid of being invisible.

I'll never forgive Emily; I'll never forgive those Muggles for stealing my only friend from me. They're scum, they're disgusting, they're filthy and sordid. I hate them.

I miss you Uncle.

What about Harry Potter?

He'll be just as respect and feared as me. He'll be just an invisible as me.

Maybe invisible people can see each other.

Maybe he'll be my friend.

Maybe he can save me from this gnawing emptiness.

Maybe he can save me from this loneliness I feel.