The boy sat and watched people go by. He was thought handsome by any one who met him. With shoulder length raven hair, pale skin and emerald eyes he was very handsome… and he knew it. But his eyes had started to grow cold and hard. They weren't always that way. But then he realized all the sympathy and friends were fake. That they would continue to use him and it would never be enough. Never. After the last time when his boy friend had turned against him he could not and would not go back to them. Not to the Order, not to anyone there. Exept for a select few he was alone in the world. Alone at 17 with no where to go... but he found he didn't much care. He had always been alone now that he thought of it. He only had his few possessions but that was enough for him. Look out world here comes Harry James Potter.