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Nobody's POV
Draco Malfoy was being served breakfast by his house elf, Freak. Draco couldn't understand why Raven would compare himself to an ugly creature such as a house elf. He decided he was going to ask his mother if there was a reason that Harry would do such a thing.
"Mum, yesterday, at the park Raven called himself Freak. Do you know why he would do that? He doesn't look a thing like Freak." Narcissa could practically feel her eyes pop out of her head.
"He called himself what?" She sputtered.
"Freak. Why do your eyes look like that? Why did he call himself our house elf?" Draco questioned his mother.
Narcissa didn't answer him. The gears in her brain were working quickly. It was assumed that the boy was muggleborn so he couldn't possibly know about house elves. Maybe his relatives-.
"Mummy? Why won't you answer me?" Draco's voice interrupted her thoughts.
"It was probably nothing Dragon." Narcissa tells him.
"Okay, what time are we going to the park on Thursday?"
"Right before lunch. I'm going to have Freak pack us a picnic."
"Can Raven have lunch with us?"
"If he wants to he can."
"Okay, Mummy." Draco looked up at his mother with a smile on his face, but it quickly became a frown as he noticed a bruise on her left cheek just under her eye. "Mummy, what happened to your face?"
"It was nothing Drake. Don't worry about it." Narcissa said, not wanting to break the little boys heart by telling him his father had slapped her the night before. He had said he was sorry, but Narcissa had become weary of the apologies. The first time he had hit her he said he was sorry, he didn't mean to and it would never happen again, she had forgiven him. The second time it happened she had forgiven him again. Everyone deserves second chances, right? The third time he had struck her she said she had forgiven him, but in her heart and mind she had not.
Draco frowned but nodded anyway. His mummy had told him not to worry about it, so he wouldn't.
The days past bye uneventfully, and it soon became Thursday again. Narcissa had the house elf prepare a picnic for three. In case Raven wanted anything.
"Come on Mum! It's time to go to the park!" Draco shouted up the stairs to his mother. Who was currently applying a make-up charm to her face.
"Draco inside voice!" She scolded his as she walked down the stairs.
"Sorry Mum but it's time to go."
"Alright Dear." She smiled down at her son. She took his hand and just like the Thursday before, they walked to the end of the wards and apparated. They walked the few streets to the park. When they arrived Draco's eyes immediately searched for Raven, and found him in the same spot as last time. Under the willow tree.
Draco took off towards him. Running as fast as he could to get to his new friend.
Raven looked up as he heard approaching feet. He broke into a smile as he recognized the blonde coming towards him.
"Hello Raven. How have you been?" Draco asked sitting down next to his friend.
"Fine. How are you?"
"I am fine, though I think someone hurt my Mum."
"Why do you think someone hurt your mum?" Raven asked.
"Because the day after we met each other she had a bruise on her face. Kind of like the one on your arm, but smaller." It took a moment for Draco to realize what he just observed. "Did someone hurt you to?"
Harry grimaced. Of course someone would notice the bruise, but it was always an adult who noticed. They would ask about the bruise he got on his face or his arm, or neck. They asked but he never replied so they couldn't help them. Uncle Vernon told him if he told an adult they wouldn't care so he mustn't bother them by being a nuisance. But Draco wasn't an adult, so it would be okay to tell him right?
"My Uncle did that. I didn't get my chores done fast enough yesterday." Raven was surprised when Draco gave him a gentle hug. He was surprised even more when Draco kissed the damaged area. It made Raven tear up. No one had ever kissed his boo-boo.
When Draco looked back up he had a slight smile on his face but it was quickly replaced by a worried expression, as he noticed Raven had tear-filled eyes.
"What's wrong? Are you okay? Did I hurt you?" Questions poured out of Draco's mouth like a waterfall. Raven chuckled and smiled a sad smile.
"No, it's just no one has ever kissed one of my boo-boo's before."
"Well I'll kiss every single one of yours lots of times to make up for everyone else!" Draco said determinedly. "Anyway, Mum brought a picnic. Would you like to join us?" Raven was just about to decline. "Please? Pretty please? Please say you'll join us!" Harry just couldn't refuse pleading so he nodded his head in the affirmative.
Draco bounced to his feet and held out his hand for Raven to take. Raven took it gratefully and allowed himself to be helped up.
The boys made their way over to Draco's mother. Who had laid out a blanket and was reading a book. She looked up as Draco stood over her. Blocking the sun from his mother. Narcissa looked at her son and his new friend. She smiled warmly at both.
"You must be Raven. Draco's new friend. I'm his mother Narcissa Malfoy. Are you boys ready for lunch?" They both nodded. Narcissa reached into the basket and pulled out three roast beef sandwiches and two juice boxes for the boys. Raven's eyes went wide at the sight of the food. He had been expecting to see a slice of breed and some old cheese. That's what his relatives feed him. He couldn't remember the last time he'd eaten.
Unfortunately for Raven, Narcissa had noticed the way his eyes had gotten all big. She frowned and she handed the boys each a sandwich and a juice, while keeping one for herself. She examined Raven with her eyes. She didn't like how he looked all skin and bones.
"Raven, when was the last time you've eaten? You look like a bag of skeletons!"
"Um," Raven was caught off guard by the question. No adult had ever had that worried tone in their voice when speaking with him. "I think it was Monday, around dinner time. Was the last time I've eaten, Mrs. Malfoy."
"Please call me Narcissa. Why haven't you eaten for three days? Did you decide to skip meals?"
"Actually Aunt Petunia decided I wasn't a good boy, and told Uncle Vernon so he withheld all my meals." Narcissa was horrified. The little boy had said it with such a matter-of-fact tone it disgusted her.
"That isn't right. Tell me where you live so I can report it to the police, and what are your relatives last names? This is vital information. Could you please tell me Raven?"
"I live on four-" But Harry never got to finish, because his cousin had probably wanted to go to the park, so his father had taken him. Raven never got to finish that sentence, because he was looking over at a purple-faced Vernon Dursley.
Because of your very nice reviews I have decided to add another chapter. To give you readers a taste of what the story will be about, but I think I need a little more reviews to see if I really do want to continue.
