Severus stared at Harry completely bewildered for a few seconds. Did Harry believe that there was a catch to receiving affection and care? Severus' own childhood had been rough but at least he understood that he was worthy of care and affection. He certainly never thought there was a cost for him to eat. He was always provided with food, a bed, his own clothes to wear. His father may have been bad he was a saint compared to the Dursleys. Severus had never been beaten to the point of unconsciousness.

"There is no catch, Harry. It is my job to provide these things for you and I know you don't understand that, so I'm just going to have to ask you to try and trust me," Severus said, looking into Harry's calculating eyes. Hary was assessing Severus, trying to figure out the man's intentions. Harry sighed and decided to go along with what he was saying... for now but he was going to try and figure out the catch.

"Okay," Harry shrugged defeated.

"Let me show you your bedroom," Severus said, causing Harry to stare at him like he had grown a second head. His own bedroom? Harry hadn't done anything to earn a new bedroom. This was sounding way too good. Harry figured at this point that he was dreaming. He was going to wake up in his cupboard any second now and find out this had all been a dream. It was going to be a very crushing moment.

Harry stood up and followed the man up a flight of stairs and down a long hallway. Harry figured it best to enjoy this dream while it lasted because it was probably going to end soon. The hallway was lit in a way that made the hall feel warm and comforting. As Harry went down the hall, he would stare at the paintings that were moving and a few were even whispering to each other. A lady in one painting even stepped out of her painting and disappeared.

"Sir? I think I've gone mad! Your paintings are moving."

Severus turned around and looked at Harry for a second before chuckling.

"The painting in our world move, talk and sometimes criticise your clothing choices," Severus added that last part while glaring at a painting of a young woman who simply snorted and gave Severus a one finger solute.

Severus guided Harry into a bedroom that was larger than Harry could have imagined. There was a large bed in the middle of the room, a bookshelf, a desk and end table.

"Harry, what is your favourite colour?" Severus asked. Harry raised his eyebrow in question; he couldn't figure out what the question had to do with anything but this was a dream, so Harry went along with it.

"Green," Harry shrugged, causing the man's eyebrows to raise in a brief expression of surprise. Severus took a stick out of his pocket and waved it about the room. Harry watched at the bland coloured furniture became various shades of green; the rug, the blankets, the desk and several objects. Harry stared at the room and couldn't believe what he was seeing. It was amazing. Harry couldn't believe just how detailed his dream was turning.

"I love it," Harry gasped, knowing he was going to miss the room when he woke up. But Harry found himself entertaining the notion that this was really happening. Harry pinched a bit of skin on the back of his hand between his fingernails and... That hurt! This wasn't a dream! This was really happening! Harry was being given his own bedroom and his own and his own books!

"Thank you!" Harry cried, forgetting for a minute to worry about any strings that might be attached to this amazing room. Harry made his way over to the bookshelf and found the books were all over different magical subjects; transfiguration, potions, charms and history. Harry stared at the book titles with a look of delight and joy. He couldn't figure out which book he wanted to read first.

"I know you probably want to look at these books but we need to go and pick up your school supplies," Severus said as he watched Harry pick up a potions book and begin flipping through it. Harry stared up at Severus with a look of confusion. He remembered the things on the list but couldn't figure out where they were supposed to come from.

"Can we get everything in London?" Harry asked, taking the list out of his pocket and frowning; not just at the idea of not knowing where to get them but at the idea of how much they were going to cost.

"If you know where to go, you can get everything on that list and then some," Severus said, smirking at how intrigued Harry looked.

Diagon Alley was remarkable in Harry's eyes. It looked like a historic village but the stores were different than anyhting Harry had ever seen before. There were shops for just about every magical item Harry could imagine.

"While you get sized for your robes, I'm going to go and get your textbooks," Severus said, sending Harry into a store filled with many different types of robes. The store was so packed full of robes that Harry wondered how people to fit themselves into the shop.

"Hogwarts, dear?" The voice startled Harry but when he turned to see where the voice came from, he found himself looking at a kind-faced old lady. "We've got them all here. There's another boy here getting sized now."

Harry followed the voice and found the woman working on the robes of a blonde-haired boy his age. The woman immediately began measuring Harry and writing down numbers.

"First year?" The blonde boy was looking at Harry with a bit on confusion and recognition. "My father's getting my books and my mum's looking at my wands. How about you?"

"My father's getting my books, too," Harry said. His heart swelled a little bit to be able to tell someone the 'his father' was doing anything. "We're going to get my wand once I'm done here."

"Oh! Would you like to come with us?" the boy asked smiling. Harry nodded as he smiled at the blonde boy. "My name is Draco Malfoy."

"Harry Potter," Harry said, shaking the boy's hand. The boy's face became clouded with confusion but didn't say anything. Harry felt his face heat up and fought the urge to look down at his feet.

"Alright, you boys are done," the woman called, handing each boy a bundle of robes. When Harry followed Draco out of the shop, they found Severus standing with a blonde-haired man who looked exactly like Draco.

Draco's eyes fell on Severus' face and back to Harry who was flushing pink as the blonde boy put together the obvious. The blonde man looked at Harry with a look of shock as well before glancing back to Severus.

"I see," the man spoke.

"Harry, this is my best friend, Lucius Malfoy and my godson, Draco Malfoy."

Harry nodded and extended his hand for Lucius to shake.

"It's a pleasure to make you acquaintance, sir."

Lucius expressed surprise at hearing such a formal greeting and gave a small smile.

"The pleasure is all mine Mr... Potter?" It was then that Harry began to wonder whether it was right for him to use the Potter name when he wasn't a Potter at all. Somehow it just didn't seem right and he was going to have to speak to Severus about that later.