A/N. Hi everyone, so I have decided to put all stories on hold at the moment except this one. I have been working very hard all night to edit and fill out all uploaded chapters before working on the next one. Some chapters only had minor edits, such as grammar, etc, but others have been completely changed and I do advise that you re-read the whole story again as some chapters have gone from having around 700 words to having over 2,000. Sorry for the long author's note, please enjoy.

Edited- 10/04/2020

May 1986

Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey.

Storm grey eyes looked at the welp of a boy as he tugged with all his might to pull the weed from the flower bed.

'This cannot be so!' The young man thought in disbelief as he continued to watch the boy. Said child was five years old but looked maybe three, his size wasn't helped by the overly large clothes that fell from his thin frame. The boy lifted a blue and purple bruised arm to run his hand threw unruly raven locks, this made the man frown once more.

'How can this be? The news reports say the boy is pampered and worshipped but by the looks of things this is not the case.' The man found what he saw disturbing, he was raised by an old family, he knew that all magical children were a blessing and to hurt one was meet by a fate worse than death. The man decided to stay and watch a little longer just to make sure he didn't misinterpret anything. Casting a notice-me-not charm and a noise detection charm, to hear anything that was said, the man sat on the stone wall across from the boring house. His fears were confirmed not twenty minutes later.

"Freak! You better be finished or so help me I will lock you in that cupboard for a week!" A whale of a man said as he came out of the house, the onlooker blanched.

'CUPBOARD! What were these people doing to the child?' The man inhaled sharply as the boy looked his way, he knew the child could not see him, no that was not what worried him. It was the feelings that washed threw him as he looked at the small boy's face. The small nose and full red lips, his high and already pro-dominant cheekbones (a trait from his Black grandmother, no doubt), the long black lashes that framed his eyes. By Merlin his eyes. The large doe eyes where the brightest shade of emerald green the man had ever seen, even the fear and misery in them could not dull the brightness. The feelings of love, completion and protectiveness washed over him as he looked into those eyes, as one thought repeated in his mind.

'MINE!' It took only a moment for all this to happen before the small boy was dragged into the house.

Not much shocked Regulus Black but this did, he just found his mate! And it was none other than the five-year-old abused boy-who-lived, Harry Potter.

2 months later.

Regulus looked out his window with his morning coffee as he watched his neighbors across the way. The Dursley's had been very kind and welcoming to him when he moved into Privet Drive, doing everything they could to show him that they and the neighborhood were normal, that they were the nicest of them all on the block, Regulus sneered at the thought. He watched as the large whale that tried to pass as a man, Vernon, shooed his obese son into the car, gave the horse-faced wench, Petunia, a kiss before starting the car. Reg walked to the front door and opened it before leaning on the frame. Petunia waved the Dursley boys off before looking up and meeting his eyes.

"Good morning, Mr. Black" she said brightly, Reg barely concealed a sneer as he replied.

"Isn't it, Mrs. Dursley?" He said as politely as he could, after all he planned on staying here. It wouldn't do to estrange them. She gave him another smile before walking down the street to start her day. Regulus merely watched her as he waited on little Harry to make his way over as was their daily routine. He remembered the first time he spoke to Harry,

Flashback

After getting over the shock of who his mate was, Regulus knew he couldn't walk away from him. Later that night he went to see what protections were on the house. After a few tests he saw that there were a few wards around number four.

A tracking ward, keyed to Harry most likely to make sure he was there.

A protection ward, keyed to the Dark Mark meaning anyone with the Mark couldn't access the property.

A triggering ward keyed to the other two, so if they were breached, taken down or fell for any reason the caster would be notified.

There was also a blood ward but it was weak and ready to break.

It surprised Regulus that the triggering ward was not keyed to the blood ward but it also angered him for when it broke no-one would know that Harry was un-loved and didn't consider this place his home. It also angered him that he was unable to get on to the property due to the blasted mark on his arm. He knew he had no option but to come back the next day.

Coming back the next morning, Regulus stood on the outside of the fence, as close as he could get without setting off the wards.

"Hello" He said softly, hoping not to startle the small boy who was trimming the hedge, it didn't work. The boy gave a small yelp as he dropped the sheers. "Oh, I'm sorry. You're not hurt, are you?" Reg asked concerned.

"N…no, sir. My aunt and uncle are out if that's why you're here." The boy said ducking his head.

"No, no I didn't come to see them. I came to see you." Harry's head snapped up so fast Regulus was surprised he didn't get whiplash.

"Me?" Harry asked with complete innocence as he pointed to himself.

"Yes, I know you don't know me, but I went to school with your parents." Regulus' heart clenched as Harry's face lite with childish wonderment and curiosity.

"Really? Were you their friend?"

"No, I wasn't but my brother was. I didn't know them very well but when I found out you were here, I thought I'd check on you." Reg smiled at the boy. Harry cocked his head to the side as he asked,

"Do you at least know why they called me Freak?" Regulus reared back in surprise.

"I'm sorry? Why do you think they called you that?" He asked.

"That's what aunt said." Regulus shook his head at those Muggles.

"Your parents didn't call you that. Your name is Harry, Harry Potter." He told the child causing his face brightened and his eyes gleamed happily.

"Harry, I like that. What's your name?" The small boy asked.

"Oh, how rude of me. My name is Regulus, but you can call me Reg or Reggie if it's easier." Reg introduced himself. Harry gave a small smile.

"It is nice to meet you Reg, but I have to get back to my chores." Reg's brow creased as he took out his wand, he didn't want Harry doing chores for these lazy Muggles.

"How about I take care of your chores and we can talk some more?" He asks him.

"How?"

"Magic"

"There's no such thing," Harry said.

"Of course there is, and I'll tell you all about it," Reg said as he flicked his wand.

End flashback

The next day he had bought the house and fell into an easy routine. Every morning he'd watch the Dursley's leave, then Harry would come over with his chore list that Reg would charm to do itself. He'd heal any wounds Harry had and then they would spend the day talking, Harry learned about his parents and the Wizarding world. He learned that his parents had died protecting him and that Regulus had made the mistake of following the man who had killed them. He had told Harry everything unable to lie to his little mate and was grateful that Harry did blame him or hold it against him that he had done a stupid thing as a young impulsive teenager. Harry reminded him that he chose to leave and almost lost his life doing so and that was what was important.

Regulus taught him everything that a pure-blooded wizard should know at his age and started his education so he wouldn't be lost when he went to Hogwarts. He also made sure that he had fun, they would play childish games and go on days out to the beach or a theme park, but he always made sure Harry was back at number four before his 'relatives' got home.

"Reg? Reggie? Bear!?" Reg shook his head and looked down.

"Sorry Little Raven, I was thinking. You ready to start potions?"

"Yup" Harry popped the 'p' as he handed over the chore list. Regulus looked at it in disgust when he noticed it was longer than usual before doing the charm. He had to work on getting his brother out of Azkaban and soon. He smiled as he led Harry inside to start his first potion lesson.