Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter

Harry woke up wearier than he had ever been in his whole life. It wasn't a physical weariness, but more mental than anything else. It seeped into his bones, and made him feel sick. He was so tired of the orphanage, and the way he lived. He was tired of struggling to make a living, and having to act like an adult, when he hadn't had a chance to be a child yet.

He wanted to be able to depend on someone to take care of him, to wake up in the morning and be able to relax, and make friends. As much as Harry hated to admit it he needed someone to love him, someone to promise to always love him. He was so lonely, and so starved for human contact he felt he would shrivel up and die. Okay... so maybe he was being a little melodramatic, but being lonely and sick with weariness would do that to a person.

Harry slowly got up out his bed, and made it. The surrounding beds were already empty, as his roommates had gotten up earlier. Everyone was up early today, running around like chickens with their heads chopped off. Today was Sunday and officially adoption day. Everyone had to get up early to get cleaned up, and to pull out his or her best clothes, which admittedly wasn't that good looking. The sad thing about it was that even clean and in their best clothes they still somehow ended up looking like half starved urchins. Not surprising sense they were half starved urchins but still...

Harry made his bed and opened the loose floorboard under his bed. He grabbed his black dress shirt, green and gold sweater vest, black slacks, black boots, and a pair of under ware, socks, and his sanitary products. As he headed to the orphanage restroom once again, he came to a decision. Harry James Potter was going to get adopted today or he was going to die trying. This life wasn't for everybody, and it definitely wasn't for him.