This story is how Harry and his life would be different if he had never gone and lived with the Dursleys, but had grown up in foster homes (notice home is plural). No pairings and no slash.
Chapter One: How it began
Sirius saw the green in the sky long before it registered in his head what it was or whose house it was over. As he drew closer to the swirling green mass, it started to take shape; and panic swept over him. He laid on the gas and sped to the mark, only to have his worst fears confirmed.
Sirius quickly landed the motorcycle and jumped off of it, before it had completely stopped, and he ran over to what was left of his dear friends' house. He looked around panic-stricken and dismayed. Where was James? Where was Lily? Then he saw them, lying lifeless, on the ground.
Tears welled up in his eyes and started to run like a fountain down his face. Sirius' best friend James, the only family that he had, was dead. So was Lily, sweet Lily. Sirius had become really close friends with her over the years too. Then he remembered, their boy, Harry. Where was he?
Somewhat reluctantly (he was afraid of what he would see) he looked around for the baby boy.
Sirius was startled, just then, by a strange sound. He looked around defensively, expecting to see a Death Eater. Or worse, Voldemort. But no one came. And as no one came, but the sound continue, Sirius realized that what he was hearing was crying.
Sirius scrambled over to where the sound was coming from, and found young Harry lying on the ground crying. But Harry hadn't gotten out this ordeal without a scratch, on the contrary, he had a cut on his forehead that was bleeding quit a lot, in Sirius' opinion.
Sirius picked up Harry and cradled him.
"It's okay," he said soothingly.
Then he pulled a handkerchief out of his pocket and wiped the blood off of Harry's head, and was surprised to see that the cut was no longer bleeding. Sirius' brow furrowed. If Harry wasn't bleeding anymore, then he must have been laying there for awhile. Which brought up the questions: Where was the Dark Lord? and, Why hadn't he killed Harry yet?
Not wanting to stick around for when Voldemort did returned, Sirius bundled Harry up in some random blankets that where lying around, and got onto the motorcycle. Then, holding Harry closely to him, he took off into the night.
It didn't take Sirius very long to figure out what had happened with his friends. He knew that Wormtail was the only one who could have told Voldemort where the Potters lived. That meant that Wormtail had betrayed his friends. Which meant that he needed to be punished.
Sirius didn't know where to go and dawn was breaking. He knew that he needed to get Harry to Dumbledore, but he didn't know where Dumbledore was.
Feeling exhausted (after flying around for a while longer) Sirius started to descend, when he saw something. He scrunched up his eyes, trying to get a better look at the darting figure below him. It took Sirius a second to recognize the figure as Wormtail.
Anger boiled inside of Sirius and he quickly pulled ahead of Peter and landed in an empty ally. Then he got off the bike, and laid the sleeping Harry on a pile of old burlap sacks. He looked at Harry and his expression softened. But then his expression changed again. This time, because he saw that little rat Wormtail (AN: Wormtail isn't in his rat form. I was just using an expression) ran by the alley.
Sirius looked at Harry again, then back in the direction, in which Wormtail went. He knew that he shouldn't leave Harry alone, but he would only be gone a minute, and Wormtail needed to be shown that he couldn't get away with what he had just done. Sirius bent down and kissed Harry on the forehead and left.
A few hours went by, but Sirius did not return. And in that time Harry had woken up and started crying. He actually, started to cry, as a young woman was passing the alleyway. Curious, she entered the alley and saw Harry. Taking compassion on him, she gathered the baby up in her arms and took him back to her home. Then from there, she took him to the nearest orphanage.
Over in Azkaban Sirius was in complete shock over what Pettigrew had done. He sat in the corner of his cell fuming over it, until...he remembered Harry. He was still in the alley and it was probably getting cold, and he was more than likely hungry.
Sirius spent the next hour shouting for someone to go to the alley and get Harry. Eventually, one of the auruors (spelling?) said that he would go and look in the alley. But when he came back he told Sirius that there had been no baby there.
Harry was never found, and the wizarding world spent the next ten years shrouded in the mystery of what had happened to the boy who had destroyed the most evil wizard ever.
Well that's it for the first chapter. Hope you liked it. I will be updating as soon as I can. Don't worry the story will pick up and won't always be this depressing. Also, if you're wondering, this whole fic takes place in Harry's first year (though sequels may come) RR, no flames. The next chapter will be Harry finding out that he's a wizard.