Chapter 1: Welcome Harry to the Codex.
Rap tap tap came a knock on the cupboard door, and three-year-old Harry Potter knew from experience it was time to try cooking breakfast for the Dursleys. Maybe he would only get two beatings today if he didn't drop so many plates. He couldn't figure out why the Dursleys expected someone so small to properly reach so high, but he got beatings for dropping dishes and even more beatings for accidentally repairing them.
Harry clambered out of his poor excuse for a bed and bonked directly into the fuzzy outline of a small white door. He pushed the door open just as his already porkish cousin came waddling by. "Watch it fweak!" Dudley smirked, pushing Harry back into the cupboard and slamming the door.
Rap tap tap tap tap "Get up now you stupid boy. Go and fetch the good china set, and don't break anything. Marge is coming for dinner tonight, so you'd better not screw this up, understand?"
"But Aunt Petunia, what about--"
"What have we told you about asking questions you stupid freak! Go get the china now!"
"Yes Aunt Petunia," Harry mumbled, opening his cupboard door once more and turning for the basement. Harry hated the dark, dusty, and often dangerous basement. More than once, a stray nail had pierced his bare foot and forced the Dursleys to reluctantly take him for treatment. Each time, Vernon would beat Harry severely after returning home, and if there was one thing Harry Potter hated more than his Uncle's basement, it was his Uncle's beatings.
So it was that Harry crept carefully down the dust laden basement stairs, trying to imagine a sandy beach front between his toes. For a moment he vaguely wondered why Petunia almost never cleaned down here, but then he remembered why he was in the dumb basement to begin with. Harry started fumbling around for the light switch, but his eyes just wouldn't cooperate. He had to grope along the floor, waiting for the distinct sound of china dishes clinking in a cardboard box.
From the corner of his eye, Harry thought he noticed a small flicker of light. Before the little boy could write it off as a trick of his imagination, the pinprick of light grew larger, illuminating the blue and white glass of a china set floating in a brown box. Thinking he could finally leave the basement, Harry walked over and bent down to retrieve the box of china.
As he stood back up, Harry saw that the glowing light had become even larger, and now there was some kind of cyclical stone with funny marks all over it floating in the air. The stone began to move toward Harry, and he yelped, dropping the box of china with a loud CRASH!
The background light began to fade while the markings on the stone began to glow in all sorts of colors. Harry tried to back away from the stone as it was obviously something freakish and would only invite more beatings. To his surprise, Harry found an invisible wall right behind him. He was trapped! He might die; and more importantly, Uncle Vernon was going to be soooooooooooooooooo mad!
The multicolored stone finally came to Harry, brushing gently against a certain lightning bolt scar. Harry gasped in shock at the slow but deliberate pulling sensation. Everything went black and then astoundingly white. There was nothing but white, even Harry's clothes were all white although they seemed to fit Harry much better now. Harry started to wonder if even his eyes and hair were white, but a strange voice stopped his thoughts. It was as if a hundred voices had all mingled together to form a single sentence, "Welcome, Harry James Potter to the Codex."