Edited 22/03/2016: Error Fixing.

31st of July 1985

Little Whinging Surrey, was never a place of excitement, the most exciting thing to have occurred in the past year had been the family residing within number 9 Magnolia Crescent having an unpaid parking ticket. So one could be excused for thinking that no grand event was to take place, or that someone believed a hero by thousands living in the UK alone lived there, however for the past 3 years, and 9 months the latter was true, and today marked the first true step on the former.

Privet Drive was much like the rest of Little Whinging, identical middle-class houses, lived in by middle-class families, the only way to tell the difference between the houses was by the garden beds, cars parked outside, and the shiny brass numbers upon each door. Number 4 Privet drive however was very special, a grand adventure, and the life's work of two of the most powerful wizards to have ever lived, were about to collide with the less than ideal life of a five year old Harry Potter whose own legend had already began, and it all began with the simple act of giving a little boy a birthday present.

**BIG**

In the cupboard under the stairs of Number 4 Privet Drive, a small groan could be heard as a small boy woke up; he had messy black hair, pale skin, knobbly knees, and was quiet skinny, one of his hands blindly searched a small shelf made from a beam for a moment before grasping their prize and placing the newly acquired glasses upon his face and opening his eyes to reveal the bright green iris' that would lead to many to comment fondly on his mother.

As he sat up the ratty, and torn blanket he slept with had slipped off him, in was the summer holidays and he would be starting his first year of primary school at the end of them, if his guardians allowed him. But even though it was the summer holidays he would soon have to be up to aid his aunt Petunia in making breakfast for his family.

He was halfway to reaching for the cupboard door to open it, when suddenly a great whooshing sound was heard, and the space inside the cupboard in front of him seemed to twist and turn on itself, before with a slight blue glow a pile of brightly wrapped boxes deposited themselves in front of the boy. Unfortunately said boy had had an expected reaction to such a display and had pushed himself up against the far wall of the cupboard, his hands raised defensively in front, his eyes shut tight and his heart beating so fast it was a wonder it hadn't burst out of his chest.

Seconds past and then a minute had before the boy worked up the courage to open his eyes, his hands lowered slowly as he beheld the colourfully wrapped boxes in front of him, young Harrys eyes went wide as he caught sight of his name on a card at the top of the pile. Shaking hands reached out before grasping the card, the world seemed to stop for Harry as he drank in the card with his name on it; it was written in a loopy scrawl and the card was decorated with an image of a sunrise looking over some kind of harbour filled with ships and a great warehouse with open doors siting on the shore where more ships waited, and planes captured frozen forever in flight. But what mattered most to Harry was that it was addressed to him, his family had never celebrated his birthday before but he had seen how other kids celebrated theirs, so he kind of knew what to do.

The first step was to open his presents, reverently setting the card on the shelf that had previously held his glasses, he reached toward the present at the top of the pile, as he held it in his hands he noticed that it was covered in images of ships, and planes, looking at the rest of the pile he realised all the presents were covered in those images, "someone really likes ships, and planes" Harry noted in his head "maybe the presents will contain little ships, and planes for me to play with" he thought moments later.

With a smile on his face Harry started removing the wrapping that he would have to stealthily remove from the house later on, inside the first present was a book, his hands glided across the soft leather of the cover, its title on display in brass lettering imbedded within the leather, it said 'All the Worlds Fighting Ships 1906-1945'.

Harry let his smile broaden, his guess was partially right it didn't matter that he had gotten a book as his first birthday present, all that mattered was that he had one. He looked to the pile, six presents remained and while the book was cool, he hoped that it was more than just books sitting there.

He reached towards the next box, his small hands ripping the paper from the box to reveal the figure of a model ship, it sat on a stand with a base that proudly declared the ship as HMS Ark Royal (91), looking at the model Harry estimated it to be 34cm long, he also noticed it had a really flat top and that it a big empty space underneath with openings, that looked like they had lifts attached.

Setting Ark on the shelf he reached towards the next box, which he opened to reveal a small book that proclaimed to be a history of Ark Royale with excerpts from those who served on her. He quickly placed the book next to Ark and reached for another present, which revealed another model ship this time he noticed a strange flag in the corner of the stand a red circle, with radiating red lines and a white background, he also took note of the funny looking lines in some kind of pattern that was followed by letters saying Japanese Battleship Musashi, it was slightly longer than the Ark Royal was but looked completely different while Ark was flat Musahi was covered in little boxes with cylinders poking out, it had a big tower in the centre and slightly to the front, a big smokestack in the centre, and crane at the back. Setting the new ship on the shelf he noticed there was a flag on the stand of Ark Royal as well it showed a red cross, with a white background, and the Union Jack in the top left corner. He reached for another box and was unsurprised to reveal another book, this time on the Musashi.

Harry reached for his second last present already believing in he knew what would lie in wait for him, "I bet it's another ship and a book on the ship" he thought and proceeded to unwrap the box. Harry was not disappointed within sat another ship, it was slightly smaller than the other two, and resembled the Musashi more than Ark Royal, with two smokestacks, and a crane further towards the middle, and higher up, its base said HMS Prince of Wales (53), with the same symbol as Ark Royal in the corner. He once again placed the new ship on the shelf which was looking very crowded now, but he would worry about that later, he had one last present to open.

Harry took longer with this last present he didn't know when he would ever receive another one so he took his time, savouring the feeling for as long as possible, before finally revealing one last book, this time on the Prince of Wales. Like the others its cover had a black and white picture of the ship, the water parting before the ship with a white crest at the front and black smoke coming from the smokestacks.

Placing the book on the shelf, he admired his birthday presents, it didn't matter what they were, all that mattered that they were his, and that someone somewhere cared enough about him to give them to him. As he stared, he ran his fingers across the books, and ships, the sound of footsteps came from above, dust fell down on him, and he hurriedly moved to get out of the cupboard, he trailed behind his Aunt Petunia, a thin, blond haired woman whose neck was too long. As he stepped into the kitchen to help make breakfast he was surprised when she gave him a small smile barely more than a slight rising of the corners of her mouth, and slipped a small sweet into his hands with a wink, before turning to start breakfast, Harry froze for several seconds his eyes wide, before he rushed to help her make the breakfast a wide smile on his face, his only thoughts "This really is the best birthday".

**BIG**

In the Warehouse Musashi, Ark Royal, and Prince of Whales were surprised as they had the feeling of being in two places at once, their sensors showed them they were in the Warehouse and in some cupboard at the same time. Been able to actually interact with the one chosen to be the Admiral changed things, for now they would wait and observe, a new plan would need to be implemented.

AN: Here we go the third chapter, I knew what I wanted to write, but I had a severe case of writers block. Original plan was for this chapter to come out in mid-July. Luckily the latest Kancolle event provided plenty of inspiration.

If I made any mistakes on ship descriptions tell me so I can correct them, but remember some of the terminology is wrong on purpose because Harry doesn't know the terminology.

The book Harry received is based on the Jane's Fighting Ships series of books and also serves to highlight which ships can be in this story, if the ship was launched or commissioned between 1906 and 1945 it can be in this story. 1906 should be a good hint at a future character, for those of you who know the significance of that year in naval history.

I also have no idea where that bit with Petunia came from but it felt right.

I'd like to thank all of you who have favourited, followed and reviewed this story, especially those of you who reviewed. Your reviews let me know what I'm doing right and doing wrong with a story, which helps me improve as a writer.

Now I'm off to bed it's ~2:30am and I'm very tired.