What if Hagrid had given Harry to Sirius instead of bringing him to his aunt and uncle's house?
Years Later...
Harry sat up in his bed fast, looking around wildly. Everything was blurred horribly. He snatched his glasses from atop the nightstand and shoved them on his face. He had heard someone, or something. It wasn't strange for Harry to hear strange noises in the old Black family house, but the shuffling of feet had sounded strangely close.
Then, out from the shadows came a voice like a bullfrog's.
"Kreacher will be quiet. Kreacher does not want to wake young master Potter. Although Kreacher does not like master Potter. Oh... what would Kreacher's mistress say if she knew Kreacher was allowing filthy half-breeds –"
"Kreacher!" Harry hissed at the house-elf. "What are you doing here?"
The small figure stopped in his tracks, looking around. His eyes landed on Harry and he bowed so deeply that his bat-like ears touched the wooden floor, as if he hadn't seen him in the first place.
"Kreacher... did not see you there, master Potter." he said in his bullfrog voice.
"What are you doing here?" Harry demanded again frowning at the house-elf.
"Kreacher is cleaning master Potter."
"It's 3:00 in the morning!"
Kreacher shuffled his feet nervously as Harry sprang out of the bed, but he did not even make a sound as Harry grabbed him by his neck and threw him from the room.