I Own absolutely nothing! This is just an idea that popped into my head. I'm not sure if I should continue.

"Boy!" My aunt shouted. Her and Uncle Vernon like to yell at me a lot.

"Yes, Aunt Petunia?" I ask. I'm not allowed to call her mum because freak's don't have mums.

"I'm having bridge club here today. So you are not allowed to be here from now until after supper. Got it? Good. Now scram, you filthy freak!" Every Thursday Aunt Petunia goes too "bridge club". I don't think they actually play bridge, because when ever she comes home from her friends house after playing bridge she acts funny. Like she's dizzy and clumsy and when she talks it usually takes her a long time to get a sentence out. Like a really long time.

"Yes aunt Petunia." I say as I head for the door. My cousin Dudley goes to a babysitter when aunt petunia goes to bridge. They don't think I'm important enough to go to a babysitter to. I'm just told to leave, and when I leave I go to the park. I like to swing on the swings, and pretend I can fly. I'm not allowed to pretend at home, because freaks aren't allowed to.

The park is only three streets over from where I live. Miss Figg use to take me all the time, but then she got into a car accident and died just like my parents. Uncle Vernon said it was because she couldn't stand the thoughts of having to look after me, because I'm ugly. I know I'm ugly. Nobody else is short like me, and has to get a haircut every week because their hair is so ugly and black. Nobody else has a scar on their face, or bright green eyes. Everyone else is beautiful, so I must be ugly.

I arrive at the park in a matter of minutes. I immediately look at the swings, but other, more important, kids are using them. I turn around and go sit under the willow tree that is on the east side of the park. I watch the other children play and laugh. I watch a brown haired girl play in the sand, and a blue-eyed boy play with a motorized truck. A pair of red headed twins play on the teeter-toter.

A blonde haired boy catches my attention. Not because he is playing with anything special, but because he is walking in my direction. When Dudley or his friends come near me they want to hunt me down and hurt me. Is that what this blonde haired boy wants to do? Does he want to hurt me?

I watch him approach silently. He looks at me with determined eyes.

"Hello, my name's Draco. My mummy told me I had to make some friends, and I thought you looked nice so I decided to come say hi to you." Uncle Vernon said that I look like a freak. No one wants to be friends with a freak. Plus Uncle Vernon said freaks are not allowed to have friends.

"Sorry but I'm a freak, and freaks aren't allowed to have friends." I say back to Draco.

"You don't look like a freak to me. So if you don't look like one, then you must not be one. What's your name any way?" Draco looks at me expectantly.

"I am a freak, and I'm not allowed to have friends. So you might as well not even bother." I want a friend. I really do, but I'll get into trouble if my family finds out.

"You don't look like a freak. I know what a freak is. I have one of them working in my kitchen at home. How about I sit next to you and we talk. If you sound like the freak I have at my house then you're a freak, but if you don't then you are not a freak. Deal?" Draco asked sticking out his hand.

"Deal." I say taking his hand. Draco sits down next to me.

"What's your name?"

"I don't think I have one. Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia call me boy, and sometimes freak."

"That's sad," Draco frowns, and then he smiles. "How about I name you?" Draco is nice. He wants to be my friend and give me a name to!

"Alright." Draco looks up at the sky looking deep in thought. He looks back at me, then back to the sky.

"How about Mist? No. Um, Shadow. No again. Oh! I know! Your name can be Raven, because your hair is the same shade as a raven's feathers." He looks up with hope in his eyes. I smile at him.

"I like it."

"Cool! What's your favorite thing to do?" I look towards the swings.

"Swing." I say. "What about you? What do you like to do?"

"I love playing hide and go seek. How old are you?"

"I think I'm five."

"Me to! Do you-" Draco didn't get to finish his sentence because a tall black haired woman was walking towards us saying draco's name. "I'm sorry, I have to go. That's my mum. When are you coming back here?"

"Next Thursday." I tell him.

"Okay. I will see you then." He gets up and walks towards his mum.

Narcissa's POV

"Darling?" I call to my wonderful husband.

"Yes, sweetie?" He replys in a monotone.

"I am going to take Draco to the park today. You know the one I was telling you about? It will be good for him. His only real friends are Pansy and Blaise, but he never gets to see them. What with them living in different countries."

"Okay." Somehow I think he doesn't even know what I said.

"I'll see you tonight for dinner. Draco!" I walk towards my baby's room.

"Yes mummy?"

"We are going to the park today. Go get your shoes on." I tell him. He scurries off, and is back within five minutes with his shoes on the wrong feet. I sigh, and kneel down to fix his shoes.

Draco takes my hand as we leave the house. We walk towards the end of the wards, and I apparate a few streets away from the park. When we reach our destination I kneel down to my dragon's level. I look him in the eyes.

"Baby can you please try to make a new friend?" I look at him seriously. He nods his head and lets go of my hand. He marches for the slide.

I sigh and go sit on the park bench. I take out a book from the purse that I brought with me. I lose myself In the book until it's finished. As I look up I notice the sky is starting to go pink. I search the park for my drake and notice he is talking to a black haired boy. I stand and stretch to make my way over there.

"Draco. Lets go. It's almost dinner time."

Draco rushes toward me after saying a quick good bye to his new little friend.

"Mummy, can we come back next Thursday?" Aw how cute he wants to see his friend again.

"Sure baby. What's the boy's name you were talking to?"

"Raven." That's a peculiar name. Must be a muggle, I think as we come to the street I apparated on.

"And how old was he?" I take Drake's hand and we apparate home.

"He is five. Just like me."

"Well maybe next time I can meet his parents-" Draco interrupts me before I can finish my sentence.

"I don't think he lives with his parents. I think he lives with his aunt and uncle."

"Draco it's rude to interrupt people. Well any way I will try to meet with his aunt and uncle and try to arrange a play date for you boys. Wouldn't that be nice dragon?"

"Yes mummy."

I open the door to our mansion, and come face to face with Lucius looking very worried. I look at the time and notice, It's way past dinner time. Opps.

I don't know If I should continue this or not. Reviewing might just help me to decide. *Hint hint wink wink*