This Harry Potter fanfic idea that I just got in my head has me in a chokehold. 
So Harry never grows up with magic. In fact, he doesn’t know it exists. He lives as an artist who escaped the Dursleys when he came of age. He gets visions sometimes, of a man in a graveyard, of a rat in a tree, of a dog and a ginger cat walking past a strange forest. Instead of being freaked out by it (he totally was at first), he decides to paint. He paints what he sees, and everyone loves it.
They talk of how realistic his paintings are. They ask him where he got his inspiration. “I had a dream that became reality” he would say, knowing they wouldn’t pry.
Too bad they become too well liked. One day at an art show, displaying his works in an entire wing of the museum, figures in cloaks come in, waving sticks in the air. “Where is Harry Potter?” They ask, getting confused and slightly amused glances before being pointed to him. The supposed leader walks up, looking him up and down. “You are Harry Potter? The Boy Who Lived?” Harry raises an eyebrow at the man. “Is that my name? Yes. Do I know what the other part is? No.” He can sense the confusion behind the mask, no doubt wondering how he got one name right but not the other(except both were right.)
Before he can ask why they are here, another group of people burst in, brandishing their own sticks like weapons, trained on the first group. “Get away from him!” A young woman with purple streaks in brown hair yells at the man next to Harry.
Yada yada yada - Harry finds out he’s a wizard- blah blah blah - he gets super fucking confused and tries to leave only for Tom Riddle or Voldemort come up in front of him, blocking hid path. Then Dumbledore arrives, blocking the other exit. Harry is tired of these crazy lunatics. So what does a sane and rational artist do when people are confusing/pissing the hell out of him? Why, he simply paints a door on the wall, walk through, and lock it behind him.
Everyone stares at what just happened. As Harry walks away from the building he suppresses a smile. What, did they think he hadn’t realized he had magic? He painted his first door in his cupboard when he was six, wishing to be out of the Dursley’s hold only to find the door actually opened. Harry is not an idiot.
Wizarding Britain may be though.
