Okay, here's just a small part of my fic, mmmkay? Like the first few paragraphs. I'm just posting it because I don't know if it's any good...tell me whether or not it is. And then I'll have the rest of the chapter up *hopefully* by Saturday.

Prologue

Draco smiled as the cool night breeze blew through his hair. He was always happy when he was flying. It was his life...This was his home. Draco didn't have a real home anymore. He'd run away just hours ago. He couldn't stand his fathers constant yelling and insults any longer. Too many years he'd had to endure it. Too many long, horrible years.

Since he was a child, he's lived in a kind of fear of his father. Though he was never abusive, and didn't ever hurt Draco physically, the things that he said could hurt even worse.

Draco looked below him at the grassy fields. He was nearing Kiara's house. It was a good thing, too. It was becoming darker every passing minute.

Kiara Heart, Draco's best friend since their 4th year at Hogwarts, would never refuse him at her home. She was much too nice to do that. While she wouldn't approve of it, she would still let him say. Of course she would constantly nag him to go back home...but that was just her way.

I'm really getting the feeling that this isn't any good so far. Oh well, it was just the prologue.