Darkness.
At the age of five, darkness seemed to be the only companion which Harry had. He held his knees close and curled himself into a ball, just as he did at many other nights. He didn't quite remember what he did this time that angered his uncle. But the result was always the same, getting yelled at, sometimes beaten and it was always being shoved back into this dark, tiny cupboard.
He sniffed and wiped his face with the oversized sleeve. He wondered why no one loved him.
Because you're a freak!
A voice in his head "helpfully" supplied.
He held back a sob, shook his head and murmured to himself,
"I wish s'one would love me..."
Of course, he knew he would get no reply. Silence filled the air as usual. It's so quiet that it's almost deafening. Harry squeezed his eyes shut and started counting, trying to fall asleep and forget about everything.
Thud!
He raised his head, startled. It seemed that something heavy had landed onto the floor in the cupboard.
"Salazar!" a voice exclaimed. "Where the hell is this place?"
Harry held his breath, didn't dare move or make any noise. There was someone else in the cupboard with him!
The shadow in the dark began to shift slowly in the other end of the cupboard, which wasn't that far away from Harry though.
"Ouch!" It appeared that the stranger had bumped his head. It was too dark to see what he looked like. The person's voice was too low to be a woman, so Harry guessed he was a guy, who then muttered a word that he hadn't heard of before. Something seemed different, but Harry couldn't tell what it was.
"That's much better," the guy said. "Lumos."
Suddenly, there was light! Harry covered his mouth with both hands to prevent himself from gasping or screaming or both. The inside of the cupboard appeared to be enlarged a lot.
Has the cupboard become the TARDIS?
As Harry was trying very hard to recall what he could see during those rare times he got to peek at the TV, he caught a glimpse of the appearance of the intruder. He had blonde hair, grey eyes, pale skin, a pointed nose and chin, wearing expensive (but weird)-looking clothes. He was holding a stick and its tip was glowing.
'Did I fall asleep so quickly?' Harry thought, still pretending that he wasn't there.
The blonde guy shone the light around for a few moments as he examined the surroundings. He finally noticed Harry sitting in the corner when the light fell in his direction.
