A/N: Hello, I'm Anne! This idea has been roaming in my mind for a while now, so... here we are. English is not my native language, therefore I apologise for any spelling and gramactical mistakes. Harry Potter belongs to J.K. Rowling, I do not profit from this, I simply do it for fun. I would love to grow as a writer, so please review! Finally, I hope you enjoy!

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Freak (was that his name?) was a little boy, aparentely, old enough to go to pre-school. He had messy black hair that stuck in every direction and the most beautiful emerald green eyes. He was three years old, not that he knew, but so scrawny he looked like a two-year-old. His parents had been no-good drunks who got themselves killed in a car crash and left him behind. He was a burden to his hardworking, respectable and ordinary relatives and a freakish brat, who should have died too. Nobody loved him.

But that was all lies. The little child was neither called Freak, nor Boy, his name was Harry James Potter. His parents had definitely not died in a car crash, they had been murdered. By the same man, Lord Voldemort, who, in fact, tried to kill Harry but mysteriously failed. James and Lily Potter were remembered as heroes in the Wizarding society, yes, Wizarding. They had fought the Dark Lord and had been nice and lively people loved by many. Upon his parents' deaths, a meddling old man placed the infant on the Dursley's doorstep. Although Harry's aunt and uncle were being paid a significant amount of money to ensure their nephew's comfort, they had never spent a penny on the child nor were they intending to, the monsters. Petunia and Vernon abused him both physically and psychologically to the extent that he actually believed them when they told him he was an ungrateful freak. Harry was in reality a quiet, well mannered and bright boy with a kind heart. And somewhere in the world, a young friendless man searched desperately for his "cubs", the only family he had left. While an unjustly incarcerated man, only managed to stay sane because of the love he felt for his "pups" and the hope of one day being reunited with them.

Unfortunately, Harry wasn't aware of this. Well, at least he was looking forward to go to pre-school. He would actually spend time away from the Dursleys!

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Cassiopeia Maria White was a three-year-old little girl who lived with her parents, Mr. and Mrs. White. She had long light-chocolate-brown straight hair, greenish light blue eyes, a cute upturned nose and chiseled cheeks. Melissa, her mother, was a doctor and Oscar, her father, was a mechanic engineer. They were a kind and loving couple, who loved their daughter very much.

But the thing is, Cassiopeia was adopted. Her biological mother had been murdered, and her father had been taken away by unjust people. When the little girl was an infant, a cruel woman had kidnapped her and carved a phrase on her chest. The kidnapper had brought her to the neighborhood where her adoptive parents lived. Some months later, the vile woman had been arrested but the authorities didn't know where she was residing, nor did they know where Cassiopeia was. Having heard the infant crying, the White couple retrieved her. When they handed the little girl to the police, there was no information on the baby. The only thing that they discovered was her name, Cassiopeia, and her birthday, the first of August of 1980, because that was registered in a locket she whore. The inside of said locket was empty.

Having always wanted a child, the Whites adopted her. While retrieving Cassiopeia from the house, they had formed a bond with her. Maybe it was based on the peculiar moment they had witnessed. When Lissa and Oscar found the child sleeping, she had wavy soft ebony dark brown hair, and upon waking up, piercing grey eyes were revealed. Oddly though, as Cassiopeia set her eyes on the adults, her appearance changed. Her hair and eyes colour then resembled Mr. and Mrs. White. Apparently, Cassiopeia was a metamorphmagus. Being still shocked at finding the baby alone in the house, the White couple blamed the weird occurrence on a trick of the light. Cassiopeia's past was almost inexistent, even though, a broken-hearted man still kept serching for his "cubs" and the hopes of being reunited with his "pups" kept an imprisoned, although wrongly, man lucid.

But Cassiopeia only had the scars and the nightmares to give her some idea of what her past could have been. Not that she cared, the tought of starting pre-school tomorrow excited her greatly!

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Melissa and Oscar were having a hard time saying goodbye to Cassiopeia. They were crouching next to her just outside her very first classroom.

"Now, Cassiopeia, you behave, yes?" her mother was saying, while composing her clothes. "Make lots of friends and be polite. I've packed your lunch on your backpack."

Lissa tucked a loose strand of hair behind her daughter's ear and settled her hands on the little girl's shoulders, starring proudly at her.

"I love you so much!"

"I love you too, mummy!"

And they hugged tightly. Then Mrs. White let go of Cassiopeia to let her husband embrace their daughter lovingly.

"Love you, sweetie." Oscar had never been a man of many words.

"Love you, daddy."

"Off you go, little one!" A tear slid from Lissa's eye.

"Bye, mummy! Bye Daddy! See you later!" Cassiopeia finally skipped inside the classroom.

Upon inspecting the room, she made an almost immediate decision on where to sit. There was a lone boy sitting in the corner of the classroom, looking dejected. Cassiopeia was determined to turn the boy's frown upside down. He had the messiest hair she had ever seen and the most startling emerald green eyes. She walked up to the boy.

"Hi! I'm Cassiopeia, can I sit next to you?" She said sweetly.

The boy looked gobsmacked.

"Next to me?" He whispered.

"Yes. Unless, that is, you don't want me to."

The boy's eyes widened.

"I wouldn't want to cross you! You can sit here, if you'd like." He stuttered.

Cassiopeia smiled satisfied.

"Thanks!" she sat down and turned to him. "What's your name?"

"I'm not sure, I think it's Freak..."

The little girl was scandalised by the boy's answer.

"How can you not be sure?! And anyway what kind of name is Freak?" she frowned. "I'm not calling you that! You need a proper name." She smiled excitedly. "What name would you prefer?"

The boy was pensative.

"I-I don't know! There are so many names!" He scrunched up is face even more. "I thinks it should say something about me."

"Then it should be Emeralds!" Cassiopeia was almost jumping. "'Cause your eyes are like emeralds!"

Harry hummed.

"Emeralds..." he smiles, trying the name. "I like it!"

Cassiopeia clapped her hands together.

"Perfect! Then, let's meet again, but this time properly!" She said in a buisiness-like way. "Hi! I'm Cassiopeia! Who are you?"

She was smiling mischievously.

"I'm Emeralds." He returned the smile timidly. "Nice to meet you, Cass-siii-peeua-"

"Cassy, call me Cassy. And it's nice to meet you too. I think we're gonna be great friends, Emeralds!"

For the first time in ages, Harry chuckled genuinely.

"Me too, Cassy. Me too."