Abandoned, forgotten, bullied and lost. That's pretty much what they are. Harry's abandoned by the Dursleys. Ron is forgotten and accidentally left behind in London. Hermione is bullied and ends up on a random train. Draco loses his memory and is lost in the Muggle world. They don't seem to be able to fit in anywhere. They were Misfits. Unwanted and alone. But maybe, just maybe, they fit together.

November 2nd, 1988

Morning dawned cold and icy, snow piled around the streets and frost coated the windows. By ten am, many people walked the streets of London, wearing large jackets, hats and scarfs, some making their way to the shops to do their Christmas shopping as soon as possible to avoid the rush.

Narcissa Malfoy grumbled to herself, rubbing her gloved hands together to try and keep them warm. She'd gone to Diagon Alley that morning with her eight year old son, Draco, to get his father a Christmas present. But the floo at the Leaky Cauldron just had to be temporarily down for the rest of the day.

She didn't want to Apparate when her son was with her, so that left Narcissa with only one option. To go to the Ministry of Magic and use her husbands fireplace. Only problem was that the closest Ministry entrance was too far to walk, especially in this weather. So that left her with another only one option. One that both she and her son despised: to take Muggle transportation.

So that's how little Draco Malfoy, and his mother, found themselves at the back of a bus, as far away from the Muggles as possible.

The bus stopped at a red light and not a moment later a car banged into its rear. The bus lurched forward suddenly, startling Narcissa and Draco, and slipped on a bit of black ice.

Draco screamed, not knowing if this was normal or not, as the bus slid forward, right into a passing car. The car flipped onto it's roof and the bus skidded sideways, hitting yet another car which caused it to tip onto it's side.

The passenger's were screaming, mothers gripping their children and others trying to grab hold of something to stop themselves from falling. Narcissa, who had been sitting next to the window, grabbed the seat in front of her. Draco was not so lucky.

He fell sideways, screaming at the top of his lungs, trying desperately to grab onto the seats, but never able to get a grip on one. He landed on his back against the a window, causing the glass to crack and for the air to leave his lungs. Draco gasped, clutching at his chest, trying to breath.

The bus was skidding down a steep road, the ice and snow causing it to go faster. The bus tumbled, going on its roof, then its other side, then its wheels and then on its side again.

Draco hit his head against the window, soon followed with the sound of glass breaking. His vision went hazy, black spots dancing before his eyes. Something warm and sticky was trickling down his face...

"Drac-"

The bus came to a sudden stop as they reached the bottom of the hill, but Draco still felt as if everything was spinning. Everything was hazy, the black spots were turning into black stars. And then they got bigger and bigger, until they filled his entire vision. He realized too late that he was loosing consciousness.

Aurors showed up soon after the police did and found Narcissa, who had been knocked unconscious. They quickly took her to St. Mungo's, not even realizing that her injured son was already on his way to a Muggle hospital.

All this because one guy hadn't bothered to get winter tires.

November 6th, 1988

(Four Days Later)

Her boots crunched on ice and snow. The sack over her head made it slightly hard to breath and impossible to see. Tears stung at her eyes and the fishing wire tying her wrists together cut into her skin. Rough hands were gripping her arms and steering her in some unknown direction. She whimpered.

"Shut it." a female voice hissed near her ear.

Hermione bit her lip, fighting back tears. She'd just been walking home from school when Amy, Janet and Lisa, three fourth graders that went to her school, had come up behind her. Hermione had kicked and screamed, but they stuffed a piece of cloth into her mouth and threw a sack over her head, trying her arms behind her back with fishing wire.

She didn't know how long they'd been walking, ten minutes at the least, when they came to a stop and the sack was torn away from her head.

Hermione blinked, spitting out the cloth and taking in a breath of cold air. Lisa pushed a ticket into her hand, rolling her eyes when Hermione looked at it in confusion. "It's a bus ticket, moron."

"Why would- ?"

"It's to get you out of here." Amy said, sneering at her. "No one likes a know-it-all, Granger. Even your parents hate you. So, we're doing everyone a favor and getting you out of here."

"B-But-"

Janet pushed a ten pound note into her other hand, as if it would get her a food and a house for the rest of her life. "Now your going to get on that train and your going to stay there until you reach your destination. Your not going to come back and your not going to get in contact with anyone from here ever again. Got that?"

"But I-"

"Got that?"

Shakily, Hermione nodded, swallowing as tears stung her eyes again. Did her parents really hate her? Did everyone really hate her? Apparently, if they were trying to send her off, they did. But then again, Hermione thought, It's only Lisa, Janet and Amy that are sending me off. How do they know if my parents hate me or not? They've never even met them!

Hermione opened her mouth to say this but, before she could, Lisa slapped her across the cheek.

Hand automatically going to her stinging cheek, Hermione swallowed, bottom lip quivering. Amy pushed her roughly in the direction of the train station.

Stumbling forward, Hermione shakily made her way to the train station, the other three girls following her.

"Smile." Janet hissed at her, before quickly putting on a sly smile. Hermione forced herself to appear happy, ignoring her stinging cheek for the time being.

"Hello." Lisa said sweetly to a police officer. "We're looking for the train going to London. We were taking my cousin here-" she gestured to Hermione. "-to the little girls room. She and her parents had come over for the week and their heading back today, but we can't remember what platform their trains on."

The police officer smiled at them. "It's platform six. If you get lost again, go to the front desk."

Amy smiled at him. "Thank you, sir."

Help me! Hermione mentally screamed, biting her lip. Help me, please!

When she opened her mouth to say this out loud, Lisa gripped Hermione's shoulder painfully, as if warning her, and began steering her in the direction of platform six.

"You better not try anything like that again." she hissed in her ear. Hermione swallowed.

When they reached the train, Lisa pushed her towards the door. "Off you go, cus." she said sweetly. "Your mum and dad should already be seated."

Numbly, Hermione handed the lady her ticket and walked onto the train. She sat down, just as the train began moving. Looking out the window, Hermione saw Lisa, Amy and Janet grinning at her from the platform.

When they were well away from the station, Hermione let her tears fall.

November 14th, 1988

(Eight Days Later)

Ron admired the ticking clocks in the store window. There were big clocks, little clocks and some clocks showed the numbers in colored light.

Bill had come over for a visit and had decided to take Percy, Fred, George, Ron and Ginny into Muggle London for a little while.

"Their so weird." Ginny said, coming over to stand next to him and admire the clocks. "Especially the ones that show you the numbers."

"Dad would go nuts if he saw it." Percy said, an amused smile on his face as he came up behind the two youngest siblings.

"Did you just say-"

"-nuts?"

Fred and George dumped a whole bucket of nuts that they'd bought at a store a little while ago over Percy's head, getting some down his jacket and shirt.

Ron grinned, while Ginny stifled a giggle, both watching as Percy's ears turned as red as his hair. He spun on his heel, a lecture on the tip of his tongue, when he slipped on some ice and fell on his bum.

This caused the already laughing Fred and George to laugh harder.

Percy, his face bright red, scrambled to his feet, being careful of the ice and began shouting at the twins, who had quite a few witty comebacks up their sleeves.

Deciding to ignore the fighting, Ron turned back to the clocks, looking curiously at a golden pocket watch. Maybe he could get one for dad this Christmas...

Meanwhile, Bill had grabbed the twins' and Percy's ears, Fred and George's heads smacking together as Bill grabbed both their ears with one hand. "Really? Your fighting like a bunch of five year old's in public?"

Bill began to lecture them, pulling them in the direction of the Leaky Cauldron so they could floo back home, Ginny jogging along beside him. No one noticed that Ron was still admiring the pocket watch, a thoughtful frown on his face.

"Hey, Bill, do you think Dad'll like-" Ron cut himself off, suddenly realizing he was alone. "Bill?"

November 20th, 1988

(Six Days Later)

"I didn't mean to, honest-"

"Don't lie to me, you freakish boy!" Vernon spat.

Harry shrunk into his seat, wishing he could just disappear into it. He really didn't know how his teachers wig had turned blue, he really didn't, but his uncle didn't seem to believe that. He seemed to think that he, Harry, had done it. But how could he have? It just happened!

Right now, Harry sat in the back of his uncles car. It was just him and Vernon. Harry didn't know where they were going- but he was sure he wouldn't like it.

It was nearly night fall when his Uncle Vernon came to a stop in London. "Get out."

"W-What?"

"Get out!"

Quickly fumbling with the latch, Harry opened the car door and stepped out. As soon as he had closed it, Vernon stepped on the accelerator and drove away.

For a moment, all Harry could do was stand there. He'd just been left. In the middle of London. With no money, food or water. At the age of eight. No where to go. And when it was almost nightfall.

Great... now what?