Wow, some strange ideas I come up with at 2am.
"I want one!" Dudley Dursley screamed as he watched the commercial on the telly.
"No problem son. I'll see what I can do." Vernon said assuring his son that he'd provide one of the toys presented on the commercial. How hard could it be?
Three weeks later and the day before his baby boy's birthday he was still searching for the blasted toy. He was looking around a small toy store in downtown London when he was startled by a shop keeper.
"May I help you find something sir?" The eerily silent moving old man asked of Vernon.
"Yes, I'm looking for a toy for my son." Vernon said as the man gestured for him to follow.
"I believe this is what you are looking for?" The store keeper handed a box containing the very toy he'd been searching for.
"That will be," He examined a price tag, "30 pounds."
The relief in Vernon's eyes was visible, it wasn't nearly as expensive as he'd expected it to be, and it appeared to be exactly what his son had been wanting.
Paying the man, he quickly left the shop completely ignoring the eerie nature of the shop and the shopkeeper.
He was simply happy to provide the toy his son so surely deserved.
The next morning after a massive birthday feast, and the boy was put in his cupboard for the day, Dudley was given his presents. While Harry watched from a crack in his 'room', his cousin was tearing into his presents with a frenzy.
Roughly in the middle of long line of presents Dudley found the toy his father had spent so much time searching for during the last weeks.
"Hi, I'm Chucky, and I'm your friend till the end. Hidey-ho ha ha ha." The red haired toy doll said blinking its eyes and turning its head toward Dudley. Dudley looked at it, set it aside and moved on to opening his other presents. None but Harry noticed as the doll turned to take in the living rooms and scowl with an evil look on the plastic molded face.
Harry Potter successfully survived the next two days because miraculously nothing could open his cupboard door or penetrate his little sanctum. His magic reacted to his fear and kept him safe until the danger of the possessed doll passed.
Later in life, after learning about magic, he became a leading producer of defensive magical products and spell creation. His personal specialization was in destroying possessed and cursed items. Horcruxes were simple to deal with after he worked out what had destroyed his Aunt's family.
It wasn't child's play to reach a place that he felt safe in, but after many years of work he felt more secure in his life. If that doll returned, well, it wouldn't get within a three mile radius of his home or his family.
To be continued... Maybe... who really know when my next late night inspiration will arrive.
AN: Might play around a bit more fleshing it out, haven't decided yet.
