A.N- Ok. Don't hate me. I have school, and honestly, I lost my mojo. I am back though. But not forever, its my last year at school and in Australia that means I have a mountain of homework, assessments, exams and more homework to be able to complete school. If I don't update for a year, don't worry, I'll eventually update saying whether I have given up fanfic or not. (I am hoping not, I love writing it).

Harry watched as his father talked to the blond haired boy. He didn't understand the feelings curling inside him, lashing around like a snake. His father was too busy for him to ask, after talking about 'Albion' he had slid away to talk to another blond man, one who looked too similar to the boy to be anything but his father. Or older brother. But Harry didn't think that this blond haired blue-eyed boy would look so similar to be a brother.

"Hello, my name is Harry." Holding out his hand, Harry waited for the boy to shake it. Without hesitating, the blond haired boy shook Harry's hand.

"My name is Draco, nice to meet you Harry. How do you know Uncle Sev?" Draco asked, tilting his head to the side.

"Well, he's my father. Mum married him and had me before pretending to marry James to protect me." Harry said shyly. He looked through his lashes to see what Draco would say. Instead of accusing him of lying, Draco just slowly nodded, before smiling.

"That means that you can visit me, can't you? Uncle Sev tries to come and visit us all the time, you could come and we could play together."

Harry smiled before nodding his head. It sounded like a perfectly reasonable and good idea. That way he could meet people his age, and gain a friend.

"Harry, are you ready to get your clothes?" Severus asked, walking slowly into the room. He had waited outside for the boys to finish talking to see how the boys got along.

"Yeah," moving away from Draco, he smiled at the blonde "See you sometime Draco, it was fun meeting you."

Harry followed his father into the next room where a nice lady wearing a funny robe covered in various sewing things greeted him. Along the right side were buttons and thread, the left tape measures and other various objects. She smiled nicely at him though, so Harry didn't complain as she moved him gently to the podium. Behind him, his dad closed the door and sat on a stool in the corner.

"He will be requiring two sets of summer and winter robes, casual robes, Albion robes and clothes as well as any other clothes he will need. He doesn't currently have his own clothes and I wish to rectify this situation. If you could place enchantments to allow them to grow with him, as protective enchantments." Silently in his head he was killing the Dursley's for never allowing Harry to have anything he wanted. It wasn't as if he was angry he had to buy the things he did, it was the fact that they treated his son so poorly, and didn't even allow him to know the truth of his mother and step-father.

Harry looked at his father in shock. He was going to buy that much for him. He felt tears welling up and before they could run down his cheeks, he rushed to his father and hugged him as hard as he could. Harry was finally starting to realise that his father actually cared. And that he was willing to spend money on him.

"Its ok Harry, if you ever need anything, I will always try to get it for you." Severus felt answering tears welling up inside him. He hugged Harry closer to him and just looked at the seamstress. She smiled sadly at him, understanding immediately what was happening, or at least she thought she knew.

"Ok, now you stand up on the podium to get sized and afterwards we will get you some ice-cream."

"Ok Daddy" Little Harry stood as still as possible as the tape measure whizzed around him. Finally when it was done, Harry was allowed off the stool. He had to wait patiently as Severus negotiated when and where the clothes would be going.

Finally, after what felt forever for Harry, his dad finally took him towards the ice-cream shop.

"Ok, what do you feel like eating?" Harry looked at the rows upon rows of different ice creams and decided to point to the raspberry ice cream.

"Could I have that daddy? With chocolate and peanut sprinkles?" Harry looked at his dad and gave him the puppy dog eyes.

"Alright Harry, you don't have to beg." He asked the man behind the counter to give him the requested ice cream.

When Harry got the ice cream he looked at it like he had never seen anything like it in his life. And knowing the Dursley's he probably hadn't seen it, at least not in his hands.

Severus smiled as Harry started eating and he let his mind wander.

A.N- To be honest, making Voldie not have horcrux's has made everything more difficult for me, cause I don't have the cannon to rely on to create a story line, but maybe I'll create a bad person that Harry has to defeat or something.

Also, Harry is not yet feeling love for Draco, it is more like a deep friendship. When he is of age he will start feeling things, but right now WAAAYYY to young. I don't particularly want to write underage stuff, in fact, I find it repulsive to write about children in that way.

Please review, it tells me whether you like it or not. Also, if you hate it, just leave, I will post the mean comments for everyone to read. I like criticism, but don't complain to me about something that is clearly recognisable, like the fact that this is slash. Enough ranting, Leave kudos and please leave a comment, see you in the next chapter.