On the morning of November 1st, 1981, a baby was found on the doorstep of the Dursley's number 4 Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey, England. The baby had a mop of black hair and brilliant green eyes. But Fate and mother magic had other plans sending the baby boy to a loving couple in the elemental Nations.

Aiko was on her way home after coming from the market when she saw the flash of bright blue and the large, resounding boom, her curiosity got the better of her. The light led her to a dark, abandoned alleyway. And to a child, wrapped in several dark-colored blankets.

Aiko smiled at the sleeping child, her heart melting. It was a beautiful baby boy, no older than one year.

he had tufts of black hair and when the silent child opened his serpent-like eyes in curiosity of the movement, they were a lovely shade of emerald green. If Aiko didn't know any better, she would have said that she had given birth to the boy herself.

After only a moment of hesitation, Aiko made her choice. Scooping the baby into her arms, she just knew that her husband Tsubaki would love having a son. Knowing that they couldn't have a child on they're own. Smiling down at the sleeping baby Aiko said "come on my little one. so, we could meet your new father, though you do need a name. Oh, I know, how about Orochimaru, my little hatchling." Aiko only giggled when the newly name Orochimaru giggled in response.

~Meanwhile back in wizarding world~

"We can't Sirius. We need to prepare Charles. We need to place all out focus on him."

Both Remus and Sirius looked at them in betrayal and disgust. We couldn't believe this was happening.

"Where would you sending him away? We all know James has no siblings. No one with half a brain would ever think it would be a good idea to send her to Lily's sister. She hates magic and everything to do with it. Harry wouldn't grow up happily there. So where do you want to send him? Huh! There IS NOWHERE!" yelled out Remus

Sirius was mad. his wand was clenched tightly in his hand. his knuckles turning white.

"Sirius, Remus, my boys-" I seemed to be cutting him off a lot.

"Don't. Call us. That."

They all seemed surprised but wisely didn't comment.

"Alright. Mr Black. Mr. Lupin By giving Harry to Petunia I could set up blood wards to protect him. It would be foolproof. It's for the best."

"No." Sirius groundout.

"Sirius. Please think about it. It's the best for everyone in the long run. You're being selfish. Letting your attachments get in the way." Said James

Everyone quickly realized that had been the wrong thing to say.

Sirius let out a cold, bitter laugh. "Well. Seeing that Remus and I are her godfather's I think I'm entitled to be attached. We'll put Harry's needs first. Seeing as his parents won't. Harry will NOT go to Lily's sister. We forbid it."

"You can't 'forbid it'. You don't have the authority. That lies will the parents and the law." Both Remus and Sirius turned to stalk away.

"Sirius! Remus!"

"That's Lord Black, and Lord Lupin to you!" both Sirius and Remus spat viciously. James physically recoiled.

"You made your decision. You'll live with it. The Noble and Most Ancient House of Black cut all ties to the Potters, Dumbledore and The Order of the Phoenix. From now on until I decide otherwise we are a neutral party. So, mote it be." Sirius said as "I Remus Lupin Noble House of Lupin cut all ties to the Potters, Dumbledore and The Order of the Phoenix. From now on until I decide otherwise we are a neutral party. So, mote it be." Remus said Magic swirled around both Remus and Sirius visibly before pulsing once and dissipating into them.

James was about to stop his friends when he felt a hand on his shoulder turn around only to see his father Charles William Potter. Charles looked at his son with disgust and dissepiment and said, "You're disowned."

James sputtered. "You can't. I'm your heir."

Charles looked at his son in eyes and said. "No Harry James Potter, Is my heir. You and your family are no longer potters and you won't get any of the Potter Fortune."

~Back at the elemental Nations 5 years later base off The Birth of a Snake ~

He was drowning.

His lungs were squeezed smaller by the pressure, choked and gagged on nothing. His throat burned with trapped air, and his ears were pounding. When Orochimaru woke up, he couldn't believe that he was still alive. Quickly looking around trying to find his Ka-chan and Oto-san but couldn't find them anywhere only for Orochimaru to jump when he heard. "Ah, Orochimaru-kun, you're awake." A polite tone drew his attention, looking at a young nurse dressed in white, she smiled at him.

"It's good that you are awake, how are you feeling?" the nurse asked. Orochimaru blinked at her, trying to register what she was telling him.

"Orochimaru-kun?" She asked.

"Who…who are …you... were my Ka-chan and Oto-san?" He asked, but his voice sounded weak.

The nurse smiled disappeared and nodded her head, "Give me a moment, I'll go call the doctor." And with that, she turns away and quickly left the room.

Orochimaru blinked, he could see everything perfectly well. But he couldn't shake the feeling of doom of not knowing where he's Ka-chan and Oto-san where.

The door slid open and in man came in wearing white scrubs. "Hello Orochimaru, I'm going to ask you a few questions is that ok". The doctor said

The man spoke, his black eyes looked at him gently. Orochimaru shook his head yes.

"Do you remember anything?"

Orochimaru looked at him before looking down at his lap. "… I remember drowning." He murmured, staring at his small pale hands. "Orochimaru, our ninja found you near the riverside, few miles away from your home." The doctor said carefully. His wording sounded wrong.

It made his heart beat faster, his chest hurt. "Home?" He asked softly, his voice came out cracked, his throat ached.

"Your home got destroyed," The doctor continued, looking at him with pity. "I'm sorry, but your parents died protecting you." "Be safe, Orochimaru." The soft voice of his Ka-chan spoke to him softly, pushing him forward.

"Stay strong and protect yourself and your loved ones." The stern voice of his Oto-san rang inside his head.

Orochimaru's eyes widen as he stared at the doctor in shock, feeling something wet on his cheek, he reached hesitantly, towards his face. As Orochimaru shook his head no... "No this cant... Ka-chan…..Oto-san... I'm so lonely all by myself". Orochimaru said in between cries.

~time skip on year later ~

"I hate you." Orochimaru hissed at Jiraiya.

With a wide grin, the white hair boy shrugged his shoulders and settled next to the soaking wet boy. "No, you don't," He began, "I know deep down, you love me," Jiraiya stated, placing his hands on his chest, fluttering his eyes at Orochimaru.

Rolling his eyes, Orochimaru pushed the boy. "In Your dream." He muttered, crossing his arms over his chest, wet and tired; he glared at the floor. Jiraiya noticed something wrong with his best friend. "Orochimaru, is there something bugging you?" His voice was soft, but it held that firm seriousness that Orochimaru barely heard. Blinking his eyes open, he stared into Jiraiya's eyes, holding that stare.

He sighed, "Not sleeping well." He eventually admitted after the small silence, looking away from his friend or was it best friend and only friend? Because he seriously wasn't bothering to try and interact with the other children.

Children that were rude, loud and just plain mean.

"Why? Why aren't you sleeping well? Are you having nightmares? Are you not feeling well?" Jiraiya had no shame, he just asked away. Orochimaru tensed up, and Jiraiya knew that he was pushing his limits.

Even if they've been friends for one year, Orochimaru has yet to reveal much to him.

Chewing his bottom lip, Orochimaru looked elsewhere, away from his friend. He just wanted to escape, to leave, yet, yet he wanted Jiraiya.

He was selfish, and he knew it. He wanted human contact, but not with anybody else. Just with Jiraiya, only him. "Orochimaru?" Jiraiya asked hesitantly, starting to freak out when his friend was begun to shiver.

Looking away from Jiraiya," J- Jiraiya I miss them… every day it won't stop hurting." Orochimaru whispered. The white-haired boy could feel the sharp pain in his friend's voice. "I don't know what to do."

" Orochimaru… you're not alone in this… you have me and don't have too… not with me. Just be you." Jiraiya stated, patting him on the head like a little child, a bit awkwardly, but trying to comfort the black haired boy.

Orochimaru nodded his head, crying silently to himself.

Finally allowing the bottled emotions to come out. The longing for a home, for someone to hear his silent cries. To be just a kid.

"Thank you." He whispered.

"Well, that's what friends are… right?" Jiraiya stated, grinning brightly at Orochimaru.

"Right." He whispered.

"Oh yeah, happy birthday!" The white-haired friend exclaimed happily.

"What?"

"Today is your birthday, I snuck into the matron's office and looked at your files since you weren't saying much about yourself," Jiraiya stated, shrugging his shoulders.

Giving out an exasperated sigh, Orochimaru rubbed his eyes and looked at Jiraiya. "Thank you… I guess." He mumbled but smiled at his friend and his antics none the less.

"Now that the emotional stuff is mostly out of the way to let's celebrate with some dango!"

Orochimaru still had nightmares. However, Jiraiya was there to comfort him when he could no longer hide the lack of sleep.

He could hear the soft whimpers the thin boy let out when he slept. The dark frowns that etched his skin, how tightly he held onto the sheets.

Jiraiya knew that the nightmare that was chasing his friend didn't go, but he knew Orochimaru was taking small steps to recovery.

Moving his futon closer to the whimpering boy, he laid down and held onto Orochimaru's pale, thin hand. Allowing for the kid to calm down, he knew that his presence always relaxed him.

And it did.

Feeling the hand tighten around his, he could see the tension slowly weaving away, the frown slowly melting off and relaxing.

And his breath slowly returns to normal.

Jiraiya wasn't sure what his friend feared, but he was going to be there for him, just like he was there for him. How he followed him with his crazy antics and laughed with him.

He now had a friend to call his own and Jiraiya was going to protect his friendship viciously no matter what.

~ 22 years later ~

Orochimaru groaned, stretching his arms out a bit. Though he was still sleepy he could tell that he was lying on his stomach. He was warm and whatever he was laying on was soft and cozy. Also, there was something large and warm covering on him, keeping him in place. Heavier than a blanket and significantly warmer too.

He moved a little more and felt something strange.

A sliding feeling? What was that? He repeated the motion and hissed. It felt good, but he didn't know what it was.

"Hm…" a masculine voice hummed in his ear.

Orochimaru stiffened, hair-raising. Who is the bloody hell? This unknown man was lying on him! Another thought ran through his head is What the hell happened last night!

"Good morning Orochimaru-Kun, you were perfect last night. So hot and ready for me."

Oh, Kami please don't tell me. I had a drunken one-night stand. Despite his slight fear and complete embarrassment, Orochimaru found himself growing hard at the sound of voice flowing out of the stranger. Dammit! I blame Jiraiya and Tsunade for dragging me to the bar last night. Thought Orochimaru.

" Your heart beats so fast, Orochimaru-kun, Are you ready for me?"

The sliding feeling returned and Orochimaru could hold in his gasp. What was that?! It felt good, but he didn't know what it was!

A hand slithered over his side, gripping his hip and pulling. The weight on his back shifted and Orochimaru whined at the loss of the warmth. His body was jerked up suddenly and he was placed on his hands and knees.

Shaking his head, he opened his eyes to look around.

It was a dark room and he was on a large bed with black silken sheets. Please let this be a dream? If so, then he was one perverted man! Once again, he blames Jiraiya.

" I'll take you slowly Orochimaru-kun. "

Orochimaru looked over his shoulder in confusion and his eyes went wide. Everything made sense now.

He had somehow ended up having a drunken one-night stand with the one and only Sakumo Hatake and fell asleep with the man buried in him! That was what was going on. Sakumo was thrusting himself into Orochimaru and that was what the slippery, good feeling was.

Orochimaru was shocked that his arse wasn't hurting since he fell asleep with a very large cock in it.

" Moan for me. Orochimaru-kun"

A then it began. Sakumo was pulling out slowly, making Orochimaru hiss again. Then he snapped his hips forward and Orochimaru let out a small scream. Repetitive actions as his hands slid up and down Orochimaru's sides. His hand reached around and grasped Orochimaru's erect cock and began stroking it in rhythm with his thrusts.

It became a pattern. A slow retreat and then a swift plunge followed by a stroke of the hand. Orochimaru couldn't help himself. He was moaning and grinding back against Sakumo. He wanted more and there just wasn't enough.

At the moment, he didn't care how this happened or how he ended up having sex with Sakumo, he didn't care but he just wanted more. " So divine. So delicious. So perfect Orochimaru-kun. "

Before Orochimaru could even answer, a sharp piercing pain shot through his neck. But a warm feeling came right up behind it and pushed him over the edge. It was so good! It was what he had been begging for. He didn't know what it was but it was perfect!

As he reached his end, he could feel the liquid warmth filling him and knew that Sakumo had climaxed along with him.

" Sleep, my beautiful Orochimaru-kun"

His vision darkened again and he knew no more.

Later on that morning, Orochimaru woke up early. Confused, groggy as he tries to remember what happened as flashes of memories came to the forefront of his mind. Blushing a dark red. Fuck, Orochimaru thought. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

His emerald green eyes widen when he saw Sakumo Hatake in bed still asleep - he was a built, -handsome and naked.

And one more time… fuck. Orochimaru thought as he slowly got off the bed careful not to disturb Sakumo who still in bed. Looking at the clock said that it was 9 in the morning he still had time to go to training ground 7 and meet up with a certain blonde hair ANBU captain for their daily spar, quickly looking around the room Orochimaru could make out clothing spread chaotically all over the floor. Orochimaru tiptoed across the room, grabbing his clothes and quickly got dressed. Seeing a piece of paper Orochimaru wrote a quick note to Sakumo and jumped out the window leaping over the rooftops so he could get to his apartment faster and to take a shower.