Prologue
A 4-year-old Harry Potter fell asleep and began to dream. In his dream, there was a man.
"Who are you?" the child asked.
"That isn't important. What is important is if you know who you are," the man replied.
"Of course I know who I am. I'm me!" Harry said.
"What's your name?" the man asked.
"It's... it's... uhh..." Harry said, as his aunt and uncle didn't bother telling the "freak", as they called him, his own name.
"Let me tell it to you," the man said. "Your name is Henry James Potter. Can you say that?"
"Henr- Henry Jay-" Harry fumbled.
The man smirked. "Thought so." he said. "Can you say 'Harry'?" the man said.
"Harry!" Harry said, enjoying the fact that he could pronounce his name.
"In a few months, your aunt and uncle will have to send you to school. A girl will be there with brown, curly hair. She'll be your friend," the man said.
"OK!" Harry said.