Nobody likes me, my mate or mates aren't going to want me. I can't stop thinking that because I know it true. I'm nothing but a Freak and I don't deserve to have friends or mates. The compartment door slides open and this wonderful smell of sweet vanilla and campfire fills my nostrils. My Deva goes and screams "MATE!" in my head. I look up and there standing in the door way is Draco Malfoy. His eyes are wide open in shock and I could see there was something else deeper hidden in the silver, grey eyes. I start to whimper and softly cry because I assume that he is going to reject me. All of a sudden I have arms wrapped around me and I am being rocked in them, "Shush little one, I won't let anything happen to you. I promise not to leave you or hurt you in anyway," he whispers into my hair. I slowly nod my head against his chest and hear the compartment door open again, I realize then that I don't even remember hearing it close. The person that opened the door slowly walks in and I hear them say, "Dragon, did you find him? Is he our precious little mate?" This new comer has a wonderful scent of cinnamon and that smell of new books. "Yes, he is Blaise. Our little one is Harry Potter. I am thinking he might be abused. The only reason I think this is due to how skinny he is. The baggy clothes don't show it but I can feel every one of his ribs poking out. Little One will you come with us to our compartment," Draco asks.

I nod my head very slowly and Storm jumps up onto the seat and wiggles her way into my arms. She softly starts to growl at them. I gently rub her ears and whispers to her, "it's okay, you can trust them sweetheart. They won't hurt me." Storm shakes her head and I hear in my mind, "we don't know that for sure. They could hurt you." I just look at her and shake my head. "Draco, Blaise this is my familiar Storm. She is a magical leopard that is this size because her breed stops growing after a year and a half until they find their true owner. She is a little bit over protective of me." They both look at me and smile at what I said.

Blaise grabs my trunk of the rack and we head off to find their train compartment, which is two carts over from mine. They usher me into the compartment and I sit by the window and look out the window. Blaise sits across from me and Draco sits next to him. They are holding hands when all of a sudden Blaise asks, "Harry, where is Hedwig? She wasn't with you in your compartment." I sigh and look out the window, "I left her at Hogwarts were it would be safer for her. My Muggle relatives hate everything to do with magic. Last summer they told me if she made any racket when I came back that they would take care of her. I was afraid that they would kill her. Due to their hatred toward magic they also hate me. Dumbledore is apparently trying to get me out of their custody but he keeps telling me that the Ministry is fighting it." I feel a drop splash onto my hand I realize that I am crying. Blaise gets up and pulls me into his arms and softly coos at me to calm me down. I see a flash of red hair outside the compartment door and I realize it's not just any red hair but Weasley red.

Just seeing the red hair makes me start to shake in fear and anger. At the moment I am not in any state to deal with Ron or Ginny. The compartment door slides open and the smell of fresh hay, smoke and pine trees fills my nostrils. I look up and see Charlie Weasley standing there staring at me in shock. One word slips out his mouth and it makes me want to weep in joy. I hear him say, "Mate." As soon as that word slips out of his mouth Draco and Blaise are instantly on guard and starts to growl at him. Charlie gives them each a glare and all of a sudden all hell breaks loose. Blaise charges at Charlie and punches him in the stomach. If the punch hurt Charlie doesn't show any signs of pain. He goes and quickly pins Blaise to the ground. At this point Draco has joined in and is punching and scratching Charlie. I decide to leave the compartment and went back to my original compartment. As I walked out the door my magic went and warded the door and silenced the compartment. As I walk into the compartment my magic does the same thing. I curl up in a ball on a seat and start to sob, "why does this always happen to me? I don't get why they are fighting over me. I'm nothing special, I'm just a bloody freak. I am always being abandoned." My Deva starts to whimper and that makes me cry even more. "The Dursley's will always be right. Nobody could ever love a freak like me."

I sat there crying for over an hour and all of a sudden the door slams open and Blaise rushes in. He pulls me into his arms and slowly rocks me, "Oh little lion. It will be alright there is no need to cry. I am going to take a guess and assume that you were either abused growing up or still are and they told you that nobody could ever love you." I nod my head and curl up in his arms even more trying to hide away. "Little lion I need you to realize something. That we all love you and would do anything to protect you and will never leave you. The only reason why we were fighting was so we could figure out the hierarchy of us. We all love you and want to make sure all the rough patches are smoothed out so we don't stress you out or scare you. We are all your mates, little lion." I nod my head and he lifts me up to walk back to our compartment. As we stand outside of the door we could hear very loud purring.