"Of course it is happening inside your head, Harry,

…but why on earth should that mean that it is not real?" What if Harry Potter never went to Hogwarts and created a false reality to cope with living under the stairs?

I do not own Harry Potter and this idea was borrowed by some meme I saw.

*In this story magic, Hogwarts and all the magical characters do not exist. They are existent but they are complete strangers who, in Harry's mind, are the people in the stories of 'Harry Potter'. His parents did die of a car crash, which is how he got his scar. Please tell me what you think and if I am portraying this well, as I am not entirely sure how the whole 'false reality' matter works.

Oh, and there will be no slashes in this. No romance at all. But, in the future, possibly some mushy stuff and maybe some alternate endings to tickle everyone's fancy.

Chapter One

As Harry sat up this morning, he hit his head on the ceiling and knew that he was growing. He thought he'd stopped growing since everyone called him so short or puny, so this was a slight surprise. He rubbed the top of his head as he carefully stood up and put his glasses on, which was entirely pointless since the room was so dark. There were no windows, the door was sealed tight and they had taken all of his light sources. Being in the dark constantly made his eyes sensitive to light, so he didn't mind staying inside if he could help it.

Harry looked at his little clock and saw that it was only four o'clock in the morning and sighed, he wasn't going to be able to get back to sleep.

Harry took his idle glasses off and lay back down on his bed and closed his eyes. He was only ten years old, he'll be eleven in a few days not that anyone cared. He barely did. But, it was another sign he was living and, in a way, prospering. He touched his scar in the darkness and felt the slight contrast it made, the scarred skin against the soft skin. He never remembered what happened except the scream of a woman, who he presumed was his mother, and a green light, which he presumed as a green light.

Harry opened his eyes though he still saw the light in his emerald eyes. The sound of the scream was the only memory of the two people in the world who loved him, the only people who cared. It hurt too much to dwell on this, though he couldn't help it. They were always on his mind, he was constantly reminded of how his drunken parents took died and left him, a miserable good-for-nothing brat, on the doorstep of the Dursley's.

Stop it. Harry thought to himself. Stop thinking. Please.

It hurt so bad to think, but it was the only stimulation Harry had at this time in the morning; he couldn't get out of the cupboard since the door was locked and he had no toys or playthings. Once, he resorted to hitting his head against his headboard until he fell asleep. Or maybe he passed out… He wasn't sure.

Harry sighed and began to do the only thing he could think of. Imagine. When he had a light he used to read books he'd borrow from the library all night. He would escape and be able to live another's life, feel another's pain and not worry about himself for a while. Of course, when he'd be tired the next morning his chore doing would be up to par and soon enough Aunt Petunia and her huge nose found Harry's stash of books.

He began to think about his eleventh birthday and how it could possibly be significant compared to everything else for a story of his own. But how does one get accepted into a private school? A letter would suffice… but not one delivered by the post… an owl could deliver it.

Perhaps it could be a year that he was accepted into a school, a large private school that was far, far away. Called… Hogwarts.

Harry smiled at the name of the school and it's hilarity and absurdness. What a name for a school! The name in itself was gross, which made it all the better. Originality was the key to a perfect world in Harry's mind; it made it more exciting, fun and enjoyable. This was all he wanted: a happy place where he could talk to people who liked him, a place where his ambitions were encouraged and his success rewarded.

A place where he was loved.

This is the introduction; the next chapter will be longer, by far!

… If I get positive reviews, of course! A simple 'I like it!' or 'I don't like it' will suffice!

Tell me what you think and I'll post more, okay?