Disclaimer: Don't own Harry Potter. J.K. Rowling does
A Wizard's Folly.
Chapter one: Prologue.
Sunday, September 04, 1988. Cupboard Under the Stairs. Just after 8 PM GMT (Greenwich Mean Time)
After a very long and tiring day, Harry sat down on the small cot in his lovely cupboard so generously provided by his aunt and uncle. He was a little scared of going to sleep that night, as he had just gotten his hair cut, and the past few times his hair had re-grown overnight. Which, would provoke his guardians making them very angry, and Harry knew from experience that a class full of mocking self-important eight year-olds was better than an Angry Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia.
Harry fought with his body and eyes to keep from falling asleep, thinking it better to stay awake all night than to face their wraith when he awoke with a head of messy hair the next morning. He thought of every scary thing he had ever seen hoping to keep himself awake out of fear. With a picture of a purple rampaging, violent Vernon in his head he shivered, closing his eyes. Big mistake. As soon as Harry had done so his will-power gave out and the boy collapsed, his eight year-old body not accustomed to staying up so long after the vigorous work load he had been subjected to.
Monday, September 05, 1988. Cupboard Under the Stairs, Number 4 Privet Drive, 12 AM GMT
A small silver ball hovered inside Harry's cupboard, providing little light in the darkened room the ball got bigger and began to emit a strange humming noise, sort of like a bee's. Harry shook in fright he had been having that dream again, the one with the strange green light. He awoke to see a weird floating ball in his room, which seemed to get bigger and bigger. For some reason unknown to him, Harry tentatively reached for the orb. It flashed brightly, blinding him, before dropping a thick and heavy package into the small room with a resounding thunk, Harry winced hoping that the sound wasn't loud enough to wake his relatives sending them down, and no one came.
There was no light in the room, and Harry wasn't sure if the Dursleys were playing a weird joke on him or if this was something else entirely. Harry reached under his cot, looking for the torch Dudley had thrown away after its batteries had died. Depressing the button on the torch, he shined the light on the package. It was packaged in brown wrapping paper and a note was attached.
To: Harry Potter
From: A friend
Harry carefully opened the package before staring in shock and awe at its contents, most notably the one on top; a book titled Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone.