A/N: I'm sorry if this is anyone's idea in any way. I was just reading a few fics when an idea came to me. What was Harry's life really like before Hogwarts? I was curious, so I thought that the best way to find out is make it up myself. This is set in thesummer before fourth year. In this extremely short chapter, it's the seventh of July.

Harry sat in his lawn chair, facing the dried up backyard of the Dursley house, uncomfortable from the intense heat and the dehydration that came with it, unaccompanied by a cold drink, since the Dursleys could care less if he dried up like a prune. As he sat there, in a daze, with his brain melting away, he thought about school. Not the school you'd think he would want to think about, but the elementary school he went to before Hogwarts. He had looked so forward to getting out of that place that he never thought about it.

Harry hadn't had a very good time at that place. Dudley was to blame for that. He had no friends at all, whatsoever. Except Sera.

Sera Foster was the only person who ever believed him when something strange happened and he was to blame for it. She was the only person who had enough sense to know that it wasn't cool to be friends with Dudley. She was kind, friendly, and the truest friend you could ever find. She was a little taller than Harry, by his memory, and had bright blonde hair, with blue eyes. Her eyes were always so bright, with absolute pure innocence. The image of her reminded Harry of an angel. I guess you could say that she sort of was one to him.

Of course, the Dursleys wouldn't allow Harry to talk to her, god forbid a little happiness in his life. So Harry and Sera discovered a secret spot to just talk and hang out. Nothing that memorable happened, obviously, since they were both just little kids. But Harry loved her then. She was the reason he never ran away or did anything to himself for attention.

As he sat there with the sun staring him down, in the yard filled with terrible memories, an idea struck him. He decided to go to the sanctuary, the spot filled with the only times that were good.

He walked down Privet Drive, turned right onto Stark Lane, and kept walking twelve blocks until he reached Englewood Avenue, turning right onto that road. Five blocks down was the trail. The path to his sacred sanctuary. He walked a little faster, picking up the pace even more after a few paces, and was soon sprinting when he stepped onto the trail, into the forest.

This type of forest was nothing like the Forbidden Forest. It was peaceful, calm, and serene. The trees and grass seemed to have a glow to them, as if they welcomed Harry back, like an old friend would.

After running for a little more than five minutes, Harry reached an opening. There was the pond and the huge maple tree. Somehow, they seemed to look smaller to Harry. The tree was very old when Harry and Sera sat by it. Immediately, Harry felt a rush of happiness at the sight of the place, but was also shocked at the person who was standing at the other end of the pond.

With a gasp, he whispered the person he longed to see ever since he found out he was a wizard.

"Sera."