Not sure if I'll continue this as it's pretty much a spur of the moment story. If I do continue it there will be a time skip to where Harry is older and enrolling in Seirin. The chapters will also get longer if I continue this. Please leave a review!

Summary: As a young boy, Harry Potters dream was to become a famous basketball player. However, when he's introduced to the world of magic that dream slowly fades. After Sirius's death Harry decides that maybe it's not too late to achieve his goal. Leaving the wizarding world with this in mind, he sets out to enrol in Seiren high. Little does he know how that decision will change everything.

A five year old Harry was walking through the empty park. It was late and there was no one else at the park. They were all likely at home eating dinner or tucked up safely in their beds. Harry himself had been locked out of the house. His uncle had set up a rule that if Harry wasn't inside the house by 6 o'clock, which was pretty late for a five year old, he'd simply lock him out. Once he'd done his chores Harry was normally left to his own devices and had taken to exploring the town.

He'd been heading back to the house when Dudley and his gang had found him. Apparently they'd been in the mood for some Harry hunting. His cousin was actually a big fan of making sure Harry didn't get home in time to avoid being locked out. Harry was used to being locked out though; after all it happened practically every night.

Some nights, mostly the really cold ones, he'd just go to Mrs. Figg's house and spend the night there. But he didn't want the lady getting suspicious of why he never slept at his own house. He may only be five but he knew what child services and orphanages were, his uncle threatened him with them often enough, and as much as he hated living with his relatives he had no desire to be sent to an orphanage. Besides he didn't have it that bad, it could be a lot worse.

The park he was currently in was quite small and run down. There was a rusty slide, a swing that creaked in the wind and a small and slightly rotting climbing net. It wasn't a very popular playground which could also explain the lack of people. A new playground had opened not that far away and that one was by far more popular.

The new playground was where Dudley and the gang hung out and that was one of the reasons Harry liked this smaller playground. The other reason was the basketball court that sat next to the playground. The court was rundown, the concrete floor cracked, the hoop missing the net, the painted lines on the concrete had faded and the backboard was chipped and broken.

And yet it was still his favourite place to be when he needed to be alone.

He made him way to the bush where he knew his basketball was hidden. He'd found the basketball deflated and broken in the bushes near the playground. He'd patched it up and 'borrowed' Dudley's pump to reinflate it. The basketball felt worn and old in his hands but it served its purpose.

Ignoring the pain in his side where Dudley had gotten a lucky kick in he made his way to the court. He started shooting, not at all minding that he rarely, if ever got the ball in the hoop. He forgot his troubles, the fact that he was locked out, the pain in his side and the pain in his heart faded away as he focused completely on the ball and the hoop.

In the end it was basketball that saved him.

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There was someone on the basketball court, his basketball court. This had never happened before. Not many people here were interested in basketball and if they were they preferred to use the newer courts. Heck Harry had thought he was the only one who knew this court even existed. The now ten year old Harry stared at the person in open curiosity. They hadn't seen him yet as they were utterly focused on getting the ball into the hoop. Harry winced slightly as the ball once again completely missed the hoop.

The person looked around Harry's age if not slightly younger and had bright blue hair that Harry had never seen on anyone before and he wondered if it was dyed. The person was on the short side but Harry wasn't one to talk. Unsure of what to Harry hesitated on the edge of the court.

He'd never seen the other boy before so it was likely he hadn't heard of all the rumours Aunt Petunia had made up about him being troubled and a delinquent. Harry didn't have any friends and rarely got to talk to anyone his own age. Making up his mind Harry made his way onto the court with his own basketball tucked under his arm. Somehow the old and battered basketball was still going.

The boy heard his approaching footsteps and turned to face Harry. The boy had bright blue eyes that matched his hair, pale skin and a slightly emotionless face. Harry took it all in stride as he nervously asked "Do you mind if I join you?"

The boy tilted his head slightly as he looked at Harry and Harry fidgeted slightly under the near intense gaze. Harry wasn't sure why but it was almost as if the boy was shocked that Harry could see him, but why wouldn't Harry be able to?

The boy spoke and it was Harry's turn to be confused. The boy was speaking another language that Harry vaguely recognized as Japanese. Harry thought of a way to tell the boy he wanted to play basketball with him without actually talking.

He held out his basketball, pointed at the other boy and then the hoop. He wasn't sure it would work but what was the harm in trying? Luckily the boy seemed to understand what Harry was trying to convey and nodded. Harry then pointed to himself and said his name. It took a couple of tries for the other boy to figure out what Harry was doing but when he did he pointed to himself and said "Kuroko Tetsuya."

And he found out that he wasn't the only one that basketball had saved.