Draco Malfoy first saw the boy when he was eleven years old. It was in the summer and he was playing hide and go seek with his friends Blaise and Pansy. He was hiding down the street in the bushes when he saw the raven haired boy. Draco was sitting in the bushes when he saw him. Hewas sitting cross legged in the middle of a driveway while staring at a wilted lily with his brilliant green eyes. He didn't notice Draco sitting, hidden from view. He was wearing a long sleeved shirt and jeans that both look two sizes too big. He looked very frail and delicate and had a very pale and sickly look about him. There were dark circles under his eyes and the right lens in his glasses was cracked badly. The boy picked up the lily laying in front of him and closed his small fist around it, then opened his hand and the lily was in full bloom. A smile spread over the boy's face as he set it upon the ground. Draco's eyes widened. The boy was a wizard. The boy pushed his messy black hair out of his eyes and that's when Draco saw his scar. The lightning shaped scar on his forehead. Draco's jaw dropped. He lived down the street from Harry bloody Potter! The Potter boy noticed Draco and their eyes met for a few brief seconds. Suddenly there was a piercing scream from inside the house and a thin, bony horse looking woman ran out and slapped the boy.
"I've told you multiple times not to do that!" she screamed, seeing the flower on the ground. She grabbed him by his arm and hauled him to his feet. The boy shot Draco a pleading look before he was dragged into the house. Draco was shocked. That was what had become of, The Boy That Lived? Suddenly someone grabbed his shoulder and pulled him from the bush.
"I caught you Drakie!" squealed Pansy, clapping her hands.
"Yeah. Nice job Pansy. Let's go." he said quietly, a dark look on his face as he thought of The Boy That Lived.