Eight-year-old Harry Potter was intrigued. Earlier that day, he had managed to somehow disappear, while Dudley and his friends were playing Harry hunting, and end up on the roof above where they were. He could still taste the blood and feel it running down his face, arms and back from the beating his oh-so-loving uncle had bestowed upon him only an hour ago, however he had been receiving beatings ever since he was six, and so he had learned to ignore the pain, at least to an extent. His mind jumped to the books he had read in the school library about magic and wonderful fantasy worlds. He would often envision himself in those worlds, acting as the hero, so as to get away from the pain. While mature beyond his years, he was still a young boy, and so even though as long as he had remembered the Dursleys had been saying magic wasn't real, he still believed in it. He had always dreamed of being able to put his relatives in their place for once. Maybe stuff Vernon into the small cupboard under the stairs and see what the pure lump of fat thought of it! Then again, two-hundred pounds of the aforementioned fat would probably have to be cut off before he would even stand a chance of fitting his legs in.
Harry decided to at least try his theory. Remembering what he had been thinking at the time, he focused purely on the thought of getting somewhere else. He also envisioned the kitchen in his mind. He willed himself to appear in the kitchen. He wanted it to happen. He needed it to happen. He was really hungry. Yeah, he was really hungry and he needed food, badly. There was an ear-splitting crack, and he was suddenly in the kitchen. On his back. His arm landed on the counter, aggravating the broken bone.
He could hear movement from upstairs. Of course, that crack wouldn't go unnoticed. For all his relatives knew, someone had fired a shot in their house and they were coming to investigate. He desperately staggered to his feet, his arm throbbing, He needed to get back to his cupboard. He saw the door. He stumbled to it, not even thinking in his addled state that his relatives would blame the loud sound on him, like everything else that went wrong in their house. The door was locked. He cursed in his head. By then, his relatives were all coming down the stairs and would see him in seconds. His uncle was first, holding a baseball bat. When he saw Harry, his face grew Purple. "What did you do, boy!"
"N-nothing, Uncle Vernon." He cowered against the cupboard wall.
"I don't believe you!" his uncle lunged at him with the bat.
"N-no, I sware! I didn't do anything!" he stumbled back, tripping over his own legs.
His uncle roared with rage and stepped forward swinging the bat with all his might. Luckily for Harry, most of his body was pure fat. The bat connected with a crack, and Harry must've been hallucinating, because there was no possible way he was in a fancy living room with no Dursley's in site. On top of that, there was no way a creature like that could exist, let alone the fact that it just popped right in front of him. The last thing he heard before blacking out was, "Oh Master Harry, you are hur…"

Harry woke up, confused. His head ached, but strangely, it wasn't as bad as before. The surface under him was alien to him. He had never felt that before. It felt soft, like how he imagined a cloud might feel like. He looked, and it was a real live bed! He had never been allowed on a real live bed before. If Vernon found him on Dudley's bed, he would beat him. His confusion grew when he saw the creature he had saw in his hallucination appear again, ringing its hands. "Oh Master Harry, is you alright master? Dinky never knew it was so bad at Master Harry's aunty and uncley's house."
"Excuse me, but what exactly are you? And uh, why don't I hurt anymore?" Harry didn't know why, but he felt like he could trust this creature.
"Dinky is a house elf, Master Harry. Dinky is helping mistress Lilly round the house when she is still alive Master Harry, and Master Jamesy too and Dinky knew you when yous was still a baby and Dinky gave yous potions so yous don't hurt anymore and…"
"Where am I?"
"Yous is at the Potters home, Master Harry."
"And who are James and Lilly?"
"Master doesn't even know the names of his own parents?" the bulbous eyes of the elf filled with tears.
"Um, no. Were James and Lilly the names of my parents?"
"Oh yes, master Harry."
"Do you have any, like, pictures?"
"Oh yes, master harry. Dinky has several." The elf snapped her fingers and a box appeared on the table beside Harry's bed. Harry eagerly grabbed it and opened it. He saw a black-haired man with hazel eyes and a red-haired woman with green eyes waving up at him. He didn't even care that the paintings were moving. He knew, right then, that his life would be changed for the better.
Author note: I know it's short, but there might be updates to it in the future. I'm marking it as complete, though. This is primarily an eccersize, so I apologise if you've read something similar a million times over. I'm also sorry for the house elf speech, I can't wrap my head around it. I may just use normal speech in the future if you guys really don't like it.
Update: I updated this first chapter, and I've written a second one, so I will be continuing this.