Author's Note: Hello! I would like to welcome you to The Story of Us. This story will tell the tale of Harry Potter being raised and trained as The Boy Who Lived by none other than SeverusSnape himself. I plan on making this story as long as I can. I don't know if there will be any pairings or slash yet. Enjoy!
Disclaimer for the entire story: the only thing that's mine is the plot. All characters belong to the fantastic J.K. Rowling.
Really Albus? Such a great idea to put The Boy Who Lived with me. James Potter's spawn. Lily's son... What am I going to do? The youngest potions master in centuries thought to himself, while he rocked the sleeping baby back and forth.
He laid young Harry down in a conjured crib, and he went to get him some much needed fire whiskey. This had been a rough few months for him. He had done this to Lily and to, as reluctant as he was to say, James Potter too. It was his fault; it was he
/who told the Dark Lord of the prophecy. So, it was he who had to make things right, so he would raise Harry the best that he could.
Putting his glass down, he walked over to Harry's crib and watched the baby sleep. "Wow, this is really happening." The potions master thought out loud to himself.