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Watcher 341: The life of Harry Potter.
Prologue
As recorded by Watcher 341 and reported to the rest of the network.
The Watchers have always been there. Overlooking the events of the ages. We do not intercede - we watch, we observe, we record and report history. I have spent thousands of years watching these mortals. Even though I am one of the youngest, I do feel restless. How have the Elder Watchers done this for millennia untold? Watch events unfold at such pace, watch the world change more in an instant than in a century and yet feel nothing. 128 had once told me that there would be days like these. He told me I would get over this impatience as I got older. Older. He always had a wry sense of humor. He had watched and he had observed. He once told me he was there when the first of the mortals had shown the sparks of the Gift. And then watched them for thousands of years in which they managed nothing more. At least my current assignment would not be as dull. No, the boy's life would be more eventful than most. I could feel it. So could 128 – he had told me this nearly 10 sun cycles ago.
My current assignment was a young boy called Harry James Potter. 10 years old, an orphan, and one of the Gifted, or wizards as they called themselves - he had already had weaved himself into the annals of history.
He was one of the Supras. Individuals whose little actions and decisions started a ripple around them. And then waves. The last sun 10 cycles had been peaceful enough apart from the first day. The day he became an orphan and was placed here. The day I was assigned to him. Yet I could see time speeding up. Ready to bring forwards the events that would come to pass. Soon. Very soon.
Ahhh, I think I see an owl flying towards the house. Its time.