Disclaimer: this work borrows from the world of J.K. Rowling's Harry Potter books; some plot elements, characters, and concepts are hers.
Chapter 1: Under the stairs.
Harry Potter was having a bad day; he had just arrived home from St. Brutus' School for Incurably Criminal Boys. At least, that's where everyone who lived on Privet drive in Surrey thought that he went to school. The truth was, in fact, stranger than most Muggle fiction.
Harry Potter actually attended Hogwarts School of witchcraft and wizardry in Scotland.
The reason for the unusual name of Harry's school, as well as the reason he attended a school so far from his aunt and uncle's home, could both be traced back to one simple piece of information, Harry was capable of manipulating energy to effect the world around him, allowing him to perform tasks that would be impossible for a normal person, or even normal science, not the least of these being the ability to manipulate kinetic energy, as well as generate and manipulate plasma matter to form objects, and change the form of existing matter.
In short, he was a wizard.
The people who led everyone on Privet drive to believe that Harry was a juvenile delinquent lived in number 4, they were Harry's last known living relatives, and as such were his legal guardians, not that they did a very good job.
Harry was forced to return to his relative's home every year because the Godfather that his parents had chosen, an Animagus by the name of Sirius Black, had been framed for their murder.
What is an Animagus you ask? Well that is a silly question. An Animagus is a human! They are a special kind of human though, even a special kind of wizard.
Animagi are people who have the ability to transform into an animal and back at will.
Harry lifted his school chest out of the trunk of his uncle's car, and carried it slowly inside.
Inside, a man who could only be called half the size of Australia if you wished to insult a perfectly respectable prison colony was sitting in front of the telly, a remote control cradled in his slab-like hands.
"Pick up your feet boy." Vernon Dursley said harshly, "Stow your abnormal rubbish under the stairs and then finish cooking dinner. Your aunt already had to start because of your gallivanting off to wherever it is that you go."
Harry simply nodded "All right." he muttered, and stowed his trunk under the stairs, then went to finish cooking the meal that his aunt had started.
Petunia Dursley was even more ugly then her massive husband. She looked like she had been in a terrible accident in a child that destroyed the bones in her face, which was then reconstructed using the facial bones of a mule.
The best case to be made against this theory is the fact that the rest of her body matched her face.
It was a little known fact that the Dursley's never visited anyone who lived in the country Because of the fact that a Jack Donkey had once mistaken Petunia for a female of his species and tried to get too friendly with her, but I digress.
Harry ate quietly trying to ignore his so called 'family'
He was depressed, a few weeks having passed since he watched his beloved godfather, Sirius Black fall through the veil in the department of mysteries.
No one knew what the mysterious archway in the magical equivalent of the british intelligence office actually was, only that no one who went through it ever returned, and that they were magically considered to be dead.
That was still hard for Harry to understand. Sirius, the man who had given him hope of a better life, a life without the Dursleys, was gone.
As soon as he was done eating, Harry's cousin Dudley decided to welcome Harry home, by stomping on his foot.
Dudley looked like whatever mad doctor had experimented on his mother had found a way to combine his father's DNA with that of a pig, and then tossed a little of petunia in there to cover his tracks.
Dudley was a massive boy, with blonde hair and blue eyes, he was approximately the weight of a young elephant, and had all of the grace of a street thug painting graffiti on the Taj Mahal.
Harry winced, and bit his lip, knowing that his aunt and uncle would find some way to blame him for Dudley's actions.
After Dinner, Harry was ordered to clean up, which he did.
He then headed for the stairs, and was halfway up them when a voice told him to stop; this voice had all the melodic qualities of a walrus' voice, in combined to the voice of a pig.
It was the voice of his uncle, Vernon Dursley.
"Where do you think you're going, boy?"
"I was going to my room Uncle." Harry replied, as politely as possible.
"Your room is under the stairs." Vernon spat "Tomorrow my cousin will be coming to stay with us, and he will be staying in Dudley's second room." he continued with a vicious grin.
Harry only nodded. "And I don't want you scaring him with your freakishness either!" Vernon continued. "My cousin is a good man; he has worked for the Secret Service for many years. He was knighted by the queen herself, and has been awarded the French Legion of Honor, along with a few other awards." Vernon continued, his voice filled with pride, and his chest puffing out. "He is a very important man, and I'll not tolerate your abnormalities while he is about."
The cupboard under the stairs was a lot more cramped than Harry remembered it, not to mention being dark and stuffy.
On the whole he spent a miserable night, back under the stairs.