Title: Harry's Firsts

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. You know I don't because I wouldn't be here if i did. I would at home, eating lots of pudding, and watching spongebob until I die.

Summary: A five year old Harry is living on the streets with nothing until one day her happens upon a complete stranger who may just be able to save him from his life as a doomed orphen.

Warnings: Can be a slight bit depressing in places...or so I have been told. Harry talks a lot about an emotionally and physically abusive home life briefly throughout the chapters.

AN: Harry uses some...interesting language to describe some of the things he has never experienced before, so explanations will be given at the end of each chapter, seeing as there should only be one or two of these at most every chapter.

Chapter one: Harry's First "P-butter and Sandwich"

It was a very cold October morning. Harry was going around his little parkway neighborhood searching for one of those warm fluffy things that people liked to wear when it got all shivery outside. Harry eventually came across a man in a large black fluffy thing. Figuring the man seemed approachable enough, and having been the only other person in the little park, Harry walked closer to the man and tugged on the hem of his warm fluffy thing.

"Uhh… excuse me sir…. Do you have an extra warm fluffy thing for me to wear? I have been searching in the rubbish bins all weekend and haven been able to find one yet."

The man looked down on Harry with worry in his eyes and said " What's your name?"

"My name is Harry and I'm five years old."

"Where are your parents?"

"They died when I was just a baby. My aunt and uncle say that it's my fault because I'm a disgraceful freak of a boy that should not be able to go on living; whatever that means."

"How long have you been here?"

"Uhhh...Probably around two weeks, if I had to guess." Harry said confidently, knowing full well how many days he had been there. "My aunt and uncle told me to wait over there on that bench while they went over to a shop to get my cousin, Dudley, some sweets."

"Were you not allowed to get any sweets?"

"Oh, no! I am never allowed to have sweets. My uncle says 'my kind' don't deserve to see the light of day, let alone have the privileges of sweets."

"Why do you think they abandoned you?"

"Uh-band-and? Whats that mean?"

"Nevermind."

"Okay."

There was a brief silence before the man began to speak again. "What did you do for food?"

"Well mostly the black birdies would bring me things but sometimes I ate out of the rubbish bins. I even found half of a good carrot one time."

There was another silence before harry spoke. "Okay my turn! What's your name?"

"Severus snape"

"I'm Harry Potter but I already told you that didn't I? What's your favorite color?"

"Well... I would have to say dark red."

"Cool mines PINK! I love love love the color pink. Okay...What is your favorite...Food?"

"Chicken Noodle soup."

"I like raspberries i think. What's your favorite animal?"

"Cat."

"Cool! My favorite animals are...Snakes! Sometimes they talk to me you know. Like I can hear them when I'm lying in the bushes in the back of the lawn at home. Sometimes I even talk back to them."

"Interesting." snape said slowly, pausing for what seemed like twenty minutes between each syllable.

"Ok then."

"Do you think that your aunt and uncle are going to come back for you?"

"Probably not. I don't think that the line for the sweets could be that long."

"Your probably right. Do want to come home with me Harry? I could get you a coat and some food*. You could even stay at my house if you need to."

"Okay sure." He said, hoping he had meant what he said about the food.

They started to walk down the park path together.

A little while later snape announced;

"Were here Harry." Snape walked up to the door and unlocked it so Harry could go inside. "Okay Harry, you can go into the dining room and wait until I get dinner ready."Harry wondered over into the dining room, sat on the floor by the door frame, and waited.

A short five minutes later, Snape came in with a plate of peanut butter sandwiches and almost fell over Harry, who was spread across the carpet on the floor.

"Harry, what are you doing?"

"Waiting for you. I wasn't allowed in the dining room until my aunt and uncle and whatever guests they had were finished eating. Then, I could go in and eat the scraps if there were any, clean up the table, wash, dry, and put away all their dishes."

Snape, looking part angry and part horrified for the child, said; "Harry you don't have to do that here or anywhere else ever again. When I say to wait in the dining room you can sit at the table until I come in from the kitchen okay?"

"Yes sir."

"Okay, then go sit down and you can eat. Here, I made some Peanut butter and jelly sandwiches."

Harry walked slowly over to the table with his head down and his hair covering his eyes. Snape set the sandwich plate on the table in front of Harry. His little hand reached out slowly towards the sandwiches, his voice was shaky as he asked

"May I p-please h-h-ave one?"

"Of course Harry. You can have as many as you want." That's when Harry launched out of chair with a sob, and wrapped his tiny arms around Snape's legs, whispering in a voice so small it was barely audible;

"I love you!"

"I love you too, Harry. Now, hurry and eat your dinner so you can head off to bed."

Harry slowly bit into his first sandwich, but as soon as it was in his mouth, his eyes started to water again. In no time, Harry had eaten four sandwiches and was ready for bed.

End Chapter One

AN: Wow finally it took me like two hours to type this out not including the time i corrected or the time my beta, Queen of the Scorpions, spent on it hope your happy. Lol. so warm fluffy things are coats and p butter and sandwiches are what Harry is going to call peanut butter and jelly sandwiches in later chapters if i ever end up posting anymore of this. Reviews are appreciated and help me to know what i am doing right and wrong in my writing as well as encourage me to get the next chapter up for anyone that may be reading.