Harry Potter and the BoxSet of Harry Potter
Disclaim: It ain't mines.
Harry was a smart enough boy, he could read, write and even do math and stuff, but as they say he knew nothing of their world. Who would say? asked another voice in Harry's head. Yet despite his absolute ignorance of anything containing the word magic or anything abnormal, he had no idea he was ignorant of it. Well obviously, if he one is ignorant of something oneis necessarily ignorant of his/her ignorance of the thing.
Now did Aunt Vernon and Uncle Petunia, or whatever their names were, know that he was literate? They thought him to match the descriptions he received from his apparently highly qualified and definitely unbiased instructors. So they knew he lacked friends, intelligence, and creativity.
Harry knew that nothing he ever did would be enough to make him un-freakish in the eyes of any figure of authority and there was no use in trying. In fact trying was exactly the kind of thing which deserved and received him a beating from the perfect, smart, and beautiful Dudley. It was a well-know if you ask around #4 Privet Drive, that Diddy Kinns was the most unique boy in the world, far cuter, smarter, and more precious than any other boy. Since it was quite logical that there are several levels of one-of-a-kindness, it was obvious that Dudley was the more one-of-a-kind than all other one-of-a-kind boys. Ever since that first test where Harry got a higher grade than Dudley, Harry knew for certain that Dudley deserved the better grade, or at least Harry deserved a beating.
Continuing his musings of the unfairness of being born such a freak whose parents drank themselves into an accident he did something he was proud to say Dudley did too! He fell asleep as tended to happen often (possibly daily).
In the whirl the once quiet and calm world of his cupboard was violated. Out of the blue the most artistic set of books he had ever seen appeared with all this electricity and cloud of smoke and everything. This was quite aberrant indeed. Sure he had seen some stranger things in his day like when his hair got longer all of sudden right after his mandated haircut. But never had his cupboard been distorted with something quite so bizarre.
He was initially angry that his peace and quite that used to pervade the cupboard was no more. But then he realized what if my "parents" find these aunt Dursley and the rest of the evil oppressors. This wouldn't do wouldn't do at all it was bizarre.
In one sense this made them all the more fascinating. As the freak he was he was drawn to look at this colorful box-set of books, for he knew that they were not for him. A gift for him would only be possible when pigs could fly. Which was apparently what pigs were doing on this box-set, the pigs were flying calmly over the water. Actually it was one pig, or at least it was something that looked like a pig but black with a gold belly and large wings, kind of scary and reptilian looking... on closer examination he decided that it wasn't that much like a pig after all.
A beautiful sunrise cast crimson pink and gold rays over the country side of a small bridged-village under dark green mountains, but all of this was background to the vast reptilian creature ridden by three distinctly human animals desperately holding onto the creature's mane.
Had he not been so distracted by the art, or fearing for his life for what was sure to be freakishness, he probably would have been able to have read his own name with a lightning bolt P and realized that this was, "Harry Potter: THE COMPLETE SERIES".