GamerChik: Hi all! ^^ I'm glad you're reading this story! I hope to make a huge splash, and have a bit of fun as well. This story will first cover his upbringing then when Hogwarts finds him. I'm thinking of letting Sev and maybe Remus find him first, not too sure. Right now, he's too young for me to pair with anyone (11), but later on, I'll have a small poll up and you can pick and choose.

Alright, let's get started.

The Sweetie Man Boy!

By: GamerChik

The day after Halloween, no one was up early enough to notice Petunia Dursley nearly chucking a small baby in a basket in her husband's car. They were all asleep from letting their children trick or treat. They never saw Vernon get in and drive off, ignoring the crying of the small dark haired boy.

Eventually, Vernon drove into the driveway of a rundown orphanage, and chucked baby, basket, letter and all at the door. He squealed away, and the babe continued to cry.

A lady came out and gasped, quickly picking up the poor boy, only one year old. She put him in the nursery, said a small prayer for his adoption, then quickly went to get started cooking.

After about a month, after calming poor Harry (as that is what was written on his blanket, Harry Potter) and putting his belongings in a trunk near his crib, the lady of the House cleaned and washed everyone up, even the older children. They had the babies dead asleep in their room, about 20 of them, and the children played but did not get dirty.

Soon, a clean blue car drove in. An eccentric looking man stepped out, with his blonde hair and straight teeth. His clear blue eyes would melt anyone's heart, and he had on a pressed baby blue suit. His shoes shone in the midday sun. "Mon dieu! I swear, zis cake is excellent!" He had in his hand a small plate with a cake about as big as his hand. The man scooped up a piece with whipped cream and strawberry on it.

The noise he made, made the lady blush, and he sighed. "Lovely, just as you, mon chere!" He smiled at her, and she couldn't help smiling back. "Welcome, Monsieur Francois. I do hope you find a son or daughter here at our lovely home."

Francois sighed forlornly, and nodded. "Ah, after my one amour died, I had hoped to love again. But non! It is not to be. Only a child can bring ze light back to my bakery." He smiled sadly. "I had always wanted a wee enfant."

The lady nodded, although she was sad he wouldn't adopt one of the older children, she was happy he would get one of the babies and raise them right. "Well, this way Monsieur Francois." She led him inside, and they passed the crowded rooms of the other children, with Francois sharing his cake to a few children before they arrived, sliding inside the sleeping baby room.

Francois cooed silently at them all. Oh if only his amour could have seen them. They would take them all and coddle the babes to death! The nice lady let him look around, but something pulled him to one sleeping cherub.

Mon dieu! The babe looked just like…with his tousled black hair, and sweet pudgy arms. Although, one thing made him pause. "Madam, what is zis upon his head?"

She peered over him, looking at the boy's head. "Oh dear. I am not sure, Monsieur. He came here with that dreadful scar. It does not hurt him, as far as I can tell."

Francois shook his head. "Non! It makes him stand out! What is his name?"

The lady covered her mouth to giggle, watching as the babe woke up and Francois cooed. He took him into his arms, rocking him a bit as the enfant gurgled and yawned before falling asleep.

"Harry. His name is Harry."