Harry had always been alone. No one would play with him, no one would talk to him. His relatives always told nasty lies about him, and nobody wanted to talk to a little delinquent. And thus, total, absolute loneliness. Except for the Book. The book that always followed him, the book that was always there, no matter how many times the Durselys burned it, threw it away, buried it, and who knew what else. It was pictureless and looked utterly bland. However, on the front page, it said - Harry Potter : The Guidebook.
Eight Years Ago
Lily Potter had just woken up in the middle of the night for what must be the thousandth time this month. Only this time, it wasn't because of a crying two month old – something had just landed on her face.
"What the hell," She groused, angry at being woken up for no reason.
She got up and picked up the offending object from where it lay on the floor, having bounced and slid from the bed.
She growled out, "I swear James, if this is another one of your pranks I'm going to murder you!"
She extended her magic out to the book to check for any traps, pranks, curses, and the like, but was met instead with a powerful well of magic. She didn't dare open it – potentially activating unknown magical artifacts - alone, no less - was something idiots do, and Lily Potter was anything but an idiot. She would wait until James got back, or until Dumbledore next came to check up on the fidelius charm, and hope nothing happened by then. She opened her wardrobe and pushed the book to the back, and cast a few warding charms over it just to make sure. She never noticed the compulsion pushing her to put it away and forget about it.
"Well, that should do it for now... I'm sure Dumbledore is too busy to come, and God knows what James is doing," Lily said to herself, "I'll just wait for whoever comes by first, it's just too dangerous to mess with this thing alone."
She laid back down, hoping to get some sleep before Harry started crying next – and the book vanished from her mind the second she fell asleep.
Eight Months Later
Little Harry was crawling around unsupervised, as his mother had rushed down to the kitchen, smelling smoke. Magical babies' minds developed faster than non-magical – magic accelerated their development. This makes for very curious babies, and curious babies explore. This also makes leaving said babies unsupervised a Bad Idea. Harry saw his mother's open wardrobe, somewhere he'd never been before, and immediately started crawling into it.
Little did he know, but a certain magical book had been creating openings for him to find it for months, pushing people away from the wardrobe and compelling Harry to explore it. This was the moment the book had been waiting for, a chance to have its main character find it. Little Harry crawled into the wardrobe, touching everything, chewing on random bits and bobs, and breaking through the eight-months-faded wards Lily had put on the book. The moment Harry touched the book, a blinding flash of magic lit the room, and Harry had just become the main character of his own story.
AN : So. This is the premise for my first story, ever. I'm going to be working on this in some of my free time, so it may either update quickly, or slowly. Please critique in reviews - I really, really need the tips. I'm using this to help prepare for writing a novel.
