So, the last chapter was taken from the book and was really two chapters, but I ended up blending them. I am glad that I did because this would not make sense. This is what I remember from the books, anyway. It's been a long time since I read the first Harry Potter book. However, this will deviate from it anyway, so please bear with me.

I will get to the real reason for this story, but first, I just want to write what could essentially be their entire childhood relationship.

The neon streetlights overhead flashed, creating a sombre image of the split siblings beginning a new life apart, oblivious to the difficulties that lay ahead.

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After five years, the house on Privet Drive had remained relatively unchanged.

The newly planted rose bushes from five years ago had grown and were now fully integrated into the garden, along with hydrangeas and other colourful flowers that added a sense of vibrancy to the front garden. Dusty ivy crept up the corner of the house as a young boy hid away, pruning and mulching the garden with care and attention.

Jet black hair adorned his head as he wiped away the sweat and looked up, revealing emerald green eyes hidden behind round glasses and a lightning scar on his forehead. He smiled softly, lost in his thoughts of magic and wonder, the innocence of youth, as he dared to look around the street and then at the roses before him.

Harry Potter, for that was the boy's name, felt a sense of peace and contentment from his usual harsh life as he immersed himself in the beauty of nature, feeling a connection to something greater than himself. The sun began to set, casting a warm glow over the garden as he was called into the house behind him to prepare for the evening. Reluctantly tearing his gaze away from the roses, Harry Potter made his way back to the house, the warmth of the setting sun lingering on his skin. As he washed up, he couldn't help but feel grateful for such moments, when he could escape the difficulties of his everyday life and simply exist in the moment. With a sense of inner peace, Harry knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, he would always have the memory of this tranquil evening in the garden to carry him through.

The feeling wouldn't last though, as he suddenly found himself grasping his arm as a wave of agony rushed through it. The pain was intense and unexpected, causing Harry to stumble and drop the towel he was holding. Panic set in as he tried to make sense of what was happening. Was it a muscle cramp, a sudden injury, or something more serious? He struggled to catch his breath, his heart racing with fear. Despite the pain, Harry knew he had to stay calm and figure out a way to get help. Clawing his way back upright, he slowly stood and tried to call out for someone to assist him. Maybe Aunt Petunia, or even Uncle Vernon? He shuddered though as he thought back to the punishments he'd endured from them in the past. He needed to find another way to get help. Desperation rising, Harry focused on his breathing and tried to think of a solution on his own. None came as he breathed through and made his way downstairs, eyes watering as he cradled his arm close to his chest.

If he listened closely, he perceived he could hear the faint cries of someone calling for help in the distance.

Meanwhile, in small town America.

"Mommy!"

The young boy ran into his mother's arms, tears streaming down his face as he held his arm close as the bike lay abandoned on the sidewalk, evidence of the six-year-old falling off of it. The woman, dressed in a blue jumpsuit, turned and immediately knelt to her son's height, concern marring her face.

"Oh, Danny." She examined his arm carefully, looking for any signs of injury. "What happened, sweetie?"

Danny pointed to the bike with his good arm and sniffled, "I was trying not to hit the dog, Mommy. And fell off."

The woman's heart ached for her son as she gently hugged him closer, whispering soothing words to calm his sobs. "It's okay, Danny. You're okay," she reassured him, rubbing his back comfortingly. She glanced at the dog, a friendly golden retriever wagging its tail nearby, and smiled softly.

"You were being careful; that's what matters." Danny sniffled again, nodding as he wiped his tears away with his sleeves.

"I don't want to ride my bike anymore, Mommy."

"That's okay, sweetie. We can find another way to have fun together," she suggested, kissing his forehead. "We can go to the park and fly your kite instead," she added, knowing that the wind in his hair and the colourful kite soaring in the sky would bring back the joy in Danny's eyes. As they walked back home hand in hand, Danny's grip tightened on his mother's hand, finding solace in her presence, though he was grinning as he asked, "Can Sam and Tucker come too?"

"Of course they can, sweetie." Maddie picked the bicycle up to put away as they entered the house; the little boy immediately ran up the stairs and disappeared. Maddie chuckled at her son's boundless energy, calling out to him, "Make sure you wash your hands before your friends come over!" She couldn't help but feel grateful for moments like these, where she could see the happiness in Danny's eyes and hear the laughter echoing through the house. As she watched her son disappear into his room, Maddie couldn't wait for the afternoon of kite flying at the park with his friends to begin.

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Harry didn't know where he was.

The dream he'd been having had suddenly changed as a boy, the same age as him, ran around a living room, playing with what looked like a toy rocket and laughing while an older girl, about 9 years old, read, occasionally looking up.

Harry blinked, trying to make sense of his surroundings. The boy seemed to look a lot like him the more he observed the two kids. The scene felt like a fleeting mirage, as if he were peering into a world that was not his own. Harry's heart swelled with a strange sense of nostalgia and longing as he observed the boy and the girl, their carefree laughter echoing in his ears like a melody from another time. The room seemed to shimmer with an otherworldly glow, casting a spell over him that made him feel both lost and strangely at home. In that moment, Harry felt as if he had stumbled upon a forgotten dream, one that tugged at his heartstrings and left him yearning for something he couldn't quite grasp.

"Danny, Jazz." A woman's voice called out, a thick American accent coating her voice, "Come inside now. Lunch is ready."

"Coming, Mom!" The girl called out, closing her book and standing from beneath the tree, "Danny, Lunch."

Harry watched as the children reluctantly obeyed the woman's call, their laughter fading into the distance. He remained standing there, feeling a sense of emptiness wash over him as he realised that the magic of the moment was slipping away. With a heavy heart, he turned and found himself back in his cupboard, tears slipping down his face as he looked up at the dark underside of the stairs.

I hope this chapter finds you well. I had a bit of trouble imagining what Harry's home life would be like until his magic started showing.

So this chapter, may disappear and then reappear, fully edited and maybe longer.

Hermione