Ara Malfoy? Yep, that's me. Complete with the platinum blonde hair and the stormy grey eyes. Malfoy through and through, I hear you say. But then, even after saying that, I know you're wondering why you've never heard of me before, aren't you?

Well, I was kept a secret.

Malfoys only ever have one child. There's a reason for that. The second one tends to be a Squib.

The Squib then gets put up for adoption in the muggle world.

Yep, that's what happened to me.

I'm not a Squib though, no. So don't go getting the wrong impression of me! I was late to show my accidental magic, I did it when I was nine, instead of eight. So, legit, I got put up for adoption. Surprise, surprise, eh?

You'll never guess, though.

I got adopted by the lovely Mr and Mrs Henderson of Number Five, Privet Drive. And that's where my story begins...

(Well technically it began when I was born, but I'd prefer to start from when I got adopted...)

"What's your name, sweetie?" The nice looking brown-haired lady asked me.

"A-Ara," I stuttered, wondering why she wanted to talk to me. Nobody ever wanted the little girl sat in the corner, with the too-blonde-to-be-natural hair and the scarily-haunting silvery-grey eyes. Yes, those words had actually been said about me. One woman had also said that I was 'unnaturally pretty, and it wasn't normal'. Yeah, I'm going to come back as a ghost, merely to haunt that woman. No, I'm not kidding.

"You're very beautiful, Ara." The lady said.

"T-thank you. What's your name?" I asked.

"I'm Mrs Henderson. I'm here to adopt you." I don't think it hit me for a long time after those words were spoken. I WAS GETTING ADOPTED!

"O-okay," I mumbled, hardly daring to believe my luck.

After that, the adoption papers got signed, and I got taken to Mr and Mrs Henderson's house, next door to where Harry Potter was living, although I didn't actually know that yet.

When we arrived, I was deposited in a bedroom and told to 'make myself at home'.

The bedroom was pink, the walls, the fluffy carpet, even the bed. There was one window, overlooking the garden, and the big old tree of Number Four's house. In the garden, there was two boys, both looked around my age. One was small and skinny with messy black hair, and the other one was large with blonde hair and a small neck. The second boy reminded me of a whale.

The larger boy appeared to be beating the younger up, for no apparent reason. He punched him in the nose and it looked like he actually broke the younger boy's glasses! It was unbearable to watch and yet I was unable to tear my eyes away. I ripped open the window and screamed down at the whale-like oy.

"What do you think you're doing? Can't you see that you're hurting him? Stop it! Stop it!"

The bigger boy glared up at me, whilst the smaller one regarded me through huge, grateful green eyes. "Who the frigging hell are you?" The larger said.

"Dudley!" The smaller hissed.

"I'm Ara." I said, my nose stuck high into the air.

"That's a stupid name!" The large boy laughed.

"Pfft, so's Dudley!" I retorted.

"I'm telling my mummy!" Dudley whined.

"Ooh, not mummy!" I taunted.

"Well where's yours, Ara? Or your daddy?" Dudley replied.

"Don't have any." I said breezily. "You know, parents, they come and go!"

"Well mine don't! Potter's haven't been here since he was a baby! They died didn't they, Potter?"

Potter? Potter. Potter. Potter, Harry Potter?!

"I'm sorry," I said, "But are you Harry Potter?"

"Yeah, I am," The small boy replied.

Then it struck me. I lived next door to Harry Potter.

A/N: Sooo...whatcha think?

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-Issy