AN: I decided to make this a story
Orphanage 1990
Harry was a lonely young boy with no friends or family. His parents had died in a car crash and he had been left with his aunt who was too busy taking care of her own child so she had given him away to an orphanage when he was on a year old, or so the people at the orphanage said.
Harry was now 10 and still lived at the same orphanage as he had been left at. He longed for caring person to adopt him and take care of him as if he where their own. However, no one wanted Harry, they all thought he was too quiet or too weird for their liking.
Harry thought that he would forever be alone and that no one in the whole world would ever like him, until one day when a strange man came to orphanage. The man was clad top till toe in black. The man aura of power. When the children at the orphanage saw him they tried to hide and hoped that he would not pick them, but Harry was as always different, so instead of hiding he went up to the man and stretched him arm up, "hi my name is Harry" he said as he looked up at the stranger hopefully.
The man smiled and a took Harry's hand in his giving it a light shake, "hi Harry, I'm Severus."
Harry smiled; the man was not scary at all. His voice was soft and his smile radiated kindness.
The man stayed and played with Harry for a few hours before deciding to go home.
Harry couldn't understand why Severus had gone home without adopting him. Did Severus also think that Harry was strange like the other grownups seamed too? Harry truly felt alone.
But the next day Harry was in for a surprise. Severus came back, and with a stack of paper that turned out to be adoption papers. And they lived happily ever after as father and son.