INTRODUCTIONS AND MEMORIES

11 year old Harry Potter strolled down the cobblestone street known as 'Diagon Alley' Hagrid walked beside him rambling out introductions of the shops they passed, not that Harry saw half of them, as Hagrid was blocking his view. Harry wasn't really listening anyway because he could remember his parents describing it to him when he was just a few months old. Although no amount of description would have prepared him for the beautiful sight. The shops were alight with happiness; witches and wizards were chatting and laughing about various topics. The sight was blissful. Harry had a strange and amazing memory, he remembered everything anyone said or did, people's looks, even the little bits of news he had heard from the TV when he was trimming his aunt's bushes. However he didn't say anything about it to Hagrid or anyone else for two reasons. Firstly he wanted to keep his talents a secret - and he had many talents. Secondly because he didn't want to seem rude by telling Hagrid that he didn't need to be told. Even though the Dursley's never taught Harry manners – well they never taught him anything – Harry just seemed to have been born with manners and a great ability to learn. He picked things up quickly even if he just saw somebody doing it.

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Harry was 2 years old. He was already walking and talking elegantly. He was using sophisticated words that most adults didn't know. This annoyed his aunt and uncle to no end as their son – who was the same age as Harry – had yet to speak or take his first step, demanding (quite loudly) to be carried around.

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At the moment he was silently counting down the time till class started.

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((( Ring ))) The bell signalling the beginning of class rang out over all of the chatting. Kids swarmed into the school building chatting and giggling excitedly. Soon enough Harry found himself seated at a desk next to a chubby brunette boy, who was leaning his head on his fist with his elbow leaning on the desk. Paper, pens and pencils were distributed by the teacher – a kind looking lady with shoulder length brown hair and a smile on her lips, lighting up her blue eyes.

"Hello kids. My name is Miss Smith. I'm going to take the register, when I call you r name just say here or yes." She went through the register slowly as most kids weren't paying attention. Harry was getting impatient until finally she finished. "Right, first of all I want to see what you can do. So pick up your pens and write your name at the top of the paper. Then draw a picture below it of anything you want." The children picked up their pens, most struggling with how to hold it, all except Harry who held his perfectly and began. By the time Miss Smith had helped the struggling children one by one Harry had finished.

All of the children were drawing their pictures, all except one who was currently staring into space. Miss Smith walked over to him and crouched down beside his chair. He turned to look at her with a smile on his adorable face. "Why aren't you drawing honey?" she asked in a soft tone.

"Because I'm done Miss Smith…here." Harry replied politely, handing over his picture. Miss Smith smiled then looked down at the picture and gasped in shock. There neatly written at the top of the paper in elegant handwriting was his name 'Harry Potter'. Underneath was a very precise and detailed sketch of a beautiful forest. A moon could be seen in the middle of the page, above a tree trunk. On which a stag stood proudly, to his right a big black dog with its tongue hanging out cutely. On the stags left a wolf sat in a stance as if it were howling, and in front of the stag stood a chubby rat. Harry had even shaded in most of the forest leaving the clearing in which the animals stood. This gave the effect of the moon illuminating the clearing.

Miss Smith had never seen such a beautiful picture from a child in the secondary school she used to work in. This, coming from a 5 year old, was amazing… impossible…extraordinary. She had stopped breathing and so took a deep breath to fill up her lungs. The picture was literally breathtaking.

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