Harry James Potter was a scrawny, little boy. His relatives weren't very fond of him for some reason. He knew they didn't like him in fact they hated him. If he ever did anything wrong or even if something bad happened they blamed him completely and he was sent to the cupboard under the stairs that was where he slept.
That day was no different, even though it was Harry's fourth birthday his aunt, uncle and cousin kept pretending that he did not exist for any purpose other than doing their household chores for them. Knowing that he would have some time to himself if he finished his chores quickly powered his efforts and he managed to get them all done in record time before going out to explore, and if he never came back his family would probably be happier.
Harry barely managed to go out for playtime, so when other children became bored of the playground and wanted more toys or different places to play he continued to be content just sitting on the swing daydreaming.
Nearly an hour after Harry got to the park he noticed he was alone. All the other children and their parents had left. Smiling at this he began to play properly. He raced himself across the obstacles and fought invisible demons that tried to push him back. Soon he was immersed in his imagination and didn't see the see the eight year boy appear to watch him.
For minutes on end the dark haired boy watched Harry playing and grinned at how simple it was for Harry to amuse himself. When Harry finally noticed the newcomer he stopped his games and starred. The boy looked like he had come straight out of one of his aunt's magazines.
The boy walked towards Harry, smiling kindly. Harry timidly smiled back, nervous for the first time in his short life. "Hello," started the boy. "My name's Tom Riddle. What's yours?" Glad to put a name to the new face Harry answered, "My aunt calls me freak and my uncle calls me boy."
Horrified at Harry's poor treatment Tom's eyes widened. Composing himself he tells Harry "Well, then I will have to find another name for you won't I? How about Raven?"
"Why Raven?" asks Harry curiously.
"Because of your hair." answers Tom.