30, November 1987

"I didn't do anything!" Harry shouted immediately, after seeing Uncle Vernon stomping into the house with a furious look on his face.

Unlike many children who grew up in a loving, caring home, Harry had some... difficulties with his Aunt and Uncle, as well as his cousin. At the age of two, they called him a 'freak', Harry believed that was his actual name until earlier this year, they announced he was going to school.

When September rolled around, he was already a year behind most of his classmates, the Dursley's had forgotten that he was five and that he should have started school. This was no problem with Vernon, he just decided to wait to enrol Harry the next year.

Unfortunately, Harry got a lot of beatings from his cousin, Dudley. Whenever his friends would come over after school and Petunia forced Harry to play with them, they created a game called 'Harry Hunting'. If you asked a five year old Harry Potter what his Boggart would be, it would shape the form of Vernon Dursley. Running closely behind Dudley and his 'gang'.

"Shut up, boy!" Vernon snarled, young Harry's eyes widened with fear as he treaded back to his cupboard, locking himself in. He was always told to be greatful, they gave him food and a 'bedroom'. He was also told, that his parents died in a car crash, his Dad was drunk driving. It didn't explain the green light Harry still has nightmares about.

Sighing deeply, Harry got out one of his hidden books and started reading 'The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe'. It was one of Harry's favorites. He loved to believe that he would have a family that he would care for as much as Peter... or a friend to care for as much as Lucy. Harry could understand why Edmund betrayed the three, Harry thought he was one of the few that did.

Harry glanced over to his toy soldiers. The one's he found stuffed away in the old draw opposite Harry's mattress. He named the one with a 'captain badge' on the side arm 'Moony'. He wasn't quite sure why he would do that at the time, it was just a name he recognized. The soldier on the left of Moony was named 'Paddy' as he had a broken arm. The logic was that Harry had to stick the piece back together, it looked patchy so from there he came up with that name too.

Just as Harry held Paddy's arm, there was a sudden pull, Harry fought the urge to say it was magic. He was always told that the m- word was bad. He felt like he was being dragged through space, or there abouts. He closed his eyes, preparing for the worst as he held onto Paddy tightly. And then, after a few moments, it was over before it had even begun.

"Ow!" Harry complained as he landed with a thump. Opening his eyes, he gasped at the sight before him. There was snow as far as he could see, the landscape of hills in the distance and two mountains stood next to each other, peaking out into the world. This can't be... Narnia?

Harry helped himself up and looked around. Nothing seemed right, there was no lamp in sight, in fact, he was in a completely different place from the children.

It all happened in a flash, the sound of Horses were made clearer and clearer, shouts were heard and in a moment, Harry was back down to the ground, dropping the soldier. He blinked not once, but twice. He was staring at a probably about twenty years old King Peter.

"Who are you? No human just arrives in Narnia for a quick walk," Harry smiled, amused.

"Oh really? Because I think that's what you four did." Harry winced, forgetting he wasn't supposed to talk to anyone, or even answer back. He wasn't supposed to be smart. Harry closed his eyes and waited for the hit, but strangely, nothing happened.

"You just got told!" Queen Lucy said cheerfully, making Harry open his eyes again. Peter rolled his eyes at his sister, who was trying not to laugh at the situation. Peter raised an eyebrow to Harry, looking concerned for him.

"Why did you flinch?" Harry tried to move away from them, but one of the horses moved in a threatening way so that Harry couldn't go anywhere. Seeing that he couldn't avoid the group, Harry bit his lip as he replied.

"M-my Uncle... it's his punishment if I ever speak out of line," Harry looked down to the ground, embarrassed.

"Edmund, Susan, make way back to camp. Tell Aslan- hey, what's your name kid?"

"Harry. Harry Potter."