Harry doesn't need the magic of the silly Wizards, he has after all the great magic of Peter Pan and Neverland.
Lost boy!Harry, loyal!Harry, dark!Harry
Harry was five years old when he first heard about Neverland and Peter Pan.
It's a sunny day in Surrey, the first one in months and Harry has to hurry with the chores to end them before midday. His aunt is busy trying to calm his overweight cousin with a fairy tale, the fairy tale of Peter Pan and the Lost Boys; normally she wouldn't even dare to mention it out loud inside of the house, too scared of Uncle Vernon's temper tantrums, but Dudley won't stop asking of it. So Harry listens while cleaning the kitchen, he listens about Peter and his fabulous adventures on Neverland, about the evil Captain Hook and his crew of pirates.
Harry is delighted by the story. Thrilled by the hope that that represents for him, because if Peter Pan is as great as his Aunt tells, then Peter Pan must be a God, a kind and generous God that will come to save him one day.
When the evening comes Harry has completed all of his chores. He is so happy and hopeful that he doesn't even flinch when Uncle Vernon hits him with rage for making a mistake at placing the plates on the table. He doesn't scream when he is thrown into his small cupboard.
By the end of the day Harry prays to a new God.