Note: JKR owns the Harry Potter universe. I claim nothing
Within a small respectable neighborhood in Surrey there lived a family called the Dursley's. This family consisted of a man named Vernon, his wife Petunia, and their son Dudley. The Dursley's were a respected family within the neighborhood and everyone was honored to be an acquaintance of theirs, but the Dursley's hid a secret. At this moment in their home, there was a young boy, lying down in his cupboard. Although physically he looked like a boy, his emerald green eyes shone with wisdom and determination, far beyond his years. Harry Potter sighed softly as he heard Vernon leave the house with Petunia and Dudley. Standing to his feet he climbed the stairs and opened the cupboard, waiting until the car left the driveway before entering the hallway. Knowing he had the rest of the day to eat and exercise before the Dursley's came back, he went into the kitchen to prepare his breakfast. As he was preparing his food, his mind drifted back to his earliest memories of learning how to walk, talk, write, read and cook all on his own. Although he lived with the Dursley's he was never acknowledged by them in anyway shape or form. Harry started humming softly as he cooked his eggs, bacon, and toast. The only time he came out to eat or exercise was when the Dursley's left the house, which was mostly every day. When they didn't leave the house he waited until they all congregated in the living room before grabbing the leftovers and throwing the rest away. Whether or not they realized the food was gone or not, they never mentioned it, to them it was out of sight and out of mind.
As Harry was finishing up his breakfast a letter came zipping in through the mail slot. He calmly walked over to it and picked it up from the carpet. Turning it over he read "Harry J. Potter 4 Privet Drive, Surrey The Cupboard Under The Stairs", cautiousness overwon curiosity and Harry walked to his cupboard and climbed down the steps. He placed the letter on his mattress, saving it to read for later and hiding it from the Dursley's. Once again he climbed the steps and stepped into the hallway, heading for his plate and washing the dishes. As he was drying them he kept wondering about that official looking letter and what it meant. Harry knew about school because one day someone named the principal stopped by to congratulate Dudley on being the brightest boy in his class. Vernon and Petunia were thrilled beyond words to hear Dudley being praised and they left for a week on vacation. Harry wondered if that letter was from some school or something and if it was how did they know about him? He was invisible. No one knew he existed. The only reason he knew his name was because of an old emerald blanket that had Harry James Potter embroidered in the corner and was currently his blanket. So who sent him a letter and how do they know about him? Harry shrugged his shoulders as he placed the last of the dishes away and walked out of the kitchen and up the stairs to the exercise room. He knew that the only way to get answers was to read the letter but first he had to exercise his body and grab some more books from the bookshelf in the attic.
It was six o'clock when Harry heard the Dursley's come home. Harry was once again in his cupboard with a small meal, a glass of water, and some more books to read. As he was listening to the noise coming from the Dursley's he pondered his achievements for the day and wondered how he could improve himself physically and mentally. Harry was quiet as he contemplated this, while he was eating his meal. Finishing his meal and placing it on a small rickety table, Harry raised his hand and crooked his finger as he stared at the stack of books. He watched as the stack of books rose in the air and quietly made their way to him. When the stack was eye level, Harry slowly moved his hand down so that the books landed gently in front of him without a sound. He allowed himself a small smile of pride before reaching for the letter that was lying on top of the books. Harry's eyebrows rose as he read the letter that stated he was approved to go to Hogwart's School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Another letter stated all the tools, books and an animal of either a cat, a toad, or an owl for which to bring with him. Within this statement was an official date that he was to report to Platform 9 ¾ in order not to miss the Hogwart's express, which was to take him to school. The last letter contained information and directions on how to get to Diagon Alley, which apparently was the place to get all the things he needed. After he finished reading it he leaned back against the wall, pondering over his unique abilities. Ever since he could remember he was always able to do things that most would call unnatural, but now he wondered if it was magical instead. Harry looked down upon Dudley's old castoff's that Vernon would throw into the cupboard every time Dudley received a new wardrobe. He remembered the first time when he wore Dudley's clothes and how when with a simple thought and wave of his hand over the baggy clothes, the clothes started to shrink and mold to fit his tiny frame instantly. Harry also remembered how at times when he would need something to eat or drink and could not get any because the Dursley's were still in the kitchen, food would simply appear in front of him. Leaning back onto the wall of the cupboard he called home, Harry vowed to go to this school named Hogwarts and learn all he could about what he now knew to be magic.