Author's Note: Okay. These will mostly be a bunch of snips/drabbles. I don't claim to be a professional writer. I also don't claim to be a professional entertainer. All this is simply an idea that grew until I actually managed to write it down. For a disclaimer, I do not own Harry Potter, no matter how much fun I may poke at it. This will mostly be for personal fun anyway, but some people I know (looking at you, Middy!) encouraged me to post this. They will be in no particular order.
Year One: The Entity
Harry mentally counted down the seconds until his birthday. Ten…nine…eight…seven… Was that rain, or was it something else? Four…three…two…on-
He saw.
He saw an entity of immeasurable size and indecipherable shape, falling through a starry void with a complex dance by itself. He could not tell if eons were passing with each twist, each twirl, or if there was something more to either… He was not able to discern any measures of time in this beautiful, impossible space…
But, as he watched, the entity began breaking up. Dozens of pieces, each more fantastic than the next, floating away through a void. Creatures of the oddest composition, and creatures of beauty. Bipedal people, humans, he realized, and quadrupedal creatures, something even more. He saw dragons and horses, he saw clowns and doctors, he saw chimaera and he saw aliens…
And then he saw a human hurtling down towards him. A human shape, with sparks of the oddest make shedding from it, a large eight-point star above it… He saw it take shape, take a shape strikingly familiar to himself, he realized…
A girl of just about his age coalesced before him, the eight-point-star fading, rectangular frames resting onto her brow, a vulpine grin creeping onto her face- what the heck, who is that?
The black-haired girl grinned at him. "Happy birthday, Harry." He tried to scramble away-
BOOM.
Both of them looked instinctively at the door. Harry felt something grab onto his shoulder. He looked back – looked into those odd blood-red eyes – when her grin widened. "Play along, Harry. I'll explain later. (Wasn't the universe supposed to have accommodated yet?)"
Whatever questions Harry might have had died on his lips as the door was knocked off its hinges.