Harry eventually had to wake up at six o'clock to make breakfast for his uncle, who had to go to work at seven, so his emerging vision was put on hold in the back of his mind. The darkness of the room gave way to sudden brightness when Aunt Petunia wrenched the door open and yelled, "Up! Get up! Now!"

Harry's glazed eyes reluctantly opened and fell on his aunt, who, in angered impatience, grabbed the boy by his shoulders and shoved him out the door. Harry fell to his knees from his drowsiness, unable to get his brain to work at the speed he needed to walk and completely wake up. Perhaps he should find another time to imagine.

"Get up! Go make breakfast for your uncle!" She screeched,

"Yes, Aunt Petunia." Harry said vacantly.

He got up and slumped to the kitchen and set up the pans and ingredients for the more than enough breakfast. Still, in the back of his mind, there was Hogwarts forming and coming to and from his conscious continually as he cooked, resulting in a mediocre breakfast. This mishap did go unnoticed since the man gulped his food down in an instance, and began to sip his tea as Harry took his plate to wash.

'… The school will be a castle in Scotland! I've always wanted to go there.' Harry thought as he did his second chore of the dishes, 'It would have a lake beside it, a black one, where there would be merpeople and an octopu-'

"Boy!" Aunt Petunia screeched, Harry supposed using his first name would be too formal between them, "You have been cleaning the same plate for the last minute! Get your head out of your ass and get to work!"

"Yes, Aunt Petunia."

Harry would have to only imagine when he wasn't so busy, which was during bedtime… Maybe, if he trained himself well he could have these thoughts of a new land whilst doing his chores and make both a success.

But how?

Is it possible to have two things going on at once in your brain and be fully concentrated on both? Harry would have to train his mind for this.

By the time Harry had finished his dish cleaning he went to the restroom to sit in quietness. He sat down leaning his back against the bathtub and let his feet rest on the carpet.

'The restrooms at Hogwarts will be large enough to have a swimming pool,' Harry thought, 'On second thought… the bathtub will be a swimming pool.'

Harry opened his eyes and sighed in the darkness wondering what it would be like to be in a giant bathroom in Hogwarts… Like this mostly, he thought. Perhaps, he should have a friend who would live in the bathroom in case he needed a friend. A ghost friend! A girl… she must be sad, since she is a ghost, and all ghosts are sad, right? Harry imagined this white translucent girl in front of him, casting an eerie glow and hovering inches from the ground. A girl he had met before in school came to his mind, her name was Myrtle, and she would always be whining and crying so she came to be the owner of the nickname 'Moaning Myrtle' one year.

"Moaning Myrtle." Harry said aloud as his creation came into full view, with her glasses and her pigtails stuck in a perpetual pre-teendom with a sour look on her face.

As Harry's mind wondered to Hogwarts he also began to think of what sort of school it should be, since it had to be special. How about… a magic school? Yes. Harry quite liked the idea of being able to learn magic. So, if he were being accepted into a school of wizardry… that meant he himself was a wizard. How amazing it must be to be a wizard! Do spells, learn about divination and ride brooms! Harry loved magic, as he had read so many books about magic and witchcraft.

Suddenly, another thought came to Harry's mind; if he were a wizard… that would make his parents wizards, too. His mother, Lily Potter and his father James Potter could have gone to the school of Hogwarts when they were younger also! Harry smiled as he thought of parents who he could look up to; their proud faces filled his mind and he even thought of how people would compare him to them in school.

'You look just like your father, except the eyes, your mother's eyes.' They would say all the time, and it would even drive Harry mad how many times they said it. Oh, just imagining people fawning over him made him giddy. He'd never had anyone look at him except with disdain.

A change would be good.

A/N: LOL so about how Harry could read his clock when it was dark in chapter 1… I have no clue. I guess he could've felt for it, like touched the hands, but idk… SORRY THIS IS SHORT! I have so much I'm doing and BAAH! Just- sorry! OH and I do not own Harry Potter! This is true for all chapters!