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Summary: Harry was a seer but due to his mistreatment, he lost the ability. But when he was a child, Harry drew 15 art books detailing his parent's years at Hogwarts till they died and his first six years at Hogwarts. Petunia finds out about the art books, destroys them, while somehow enabling the art books to travel to the past and ending up in Lily Evans' hands when she was 17 years old and in 7th year at Hogwarts.
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Chapter 1/?
If one walked into Surrey Elementary school, he/she would find ordinary black and white tiled walls, a regular gym that co-acts as a cafeteria and a place for assemblies, and the regular amount of classrooms fitting all five grades.
But if one walked to classroom 1B and peered in through the window door during recess time, the classroom would only appear normal.
If one looked a bit closer and looked past all the screaming 5 year olds playing tag, past the 3 boys sneaking into the snack cabinet; one would find a small little boy seemingly blending into the bean bag he's sitting on in the reading corner because of his 2X too big clothes.
Upon further notice of this boy, one would find that he had unruly black hair that mothers dread combing and a small frail body that seemed like he hadn't had anything to eat. But what made classroom 1B unordinary was that the small little boy's emerald green eyes were unfocussed and glassy as if he was blind but, he was drawing perfect drawings; Drawings that showed a feisty girl and a boy with unruly black hair. Beside him were bookshelves full of art books that he had drawn. By just looking at that small 5 year old boy, one could tell that he didn't know what he was drawing.
If one turned his head to the classrooms front, he/she would see a tall brunette woman in her 30's with a nametag of Ms. Ryes. He/she would see Ms. Ryes with a sad face staring at the little boy with unruly hair as if this had happened everyday.
"Alright class, recess is over!!" yelled Ms. Ryes.
Almost at once Harry Potter, for that was the little boy with unruly hair's name was, snapped out of his unusual trance, put his art book away with the other books on the shelves and walked to his desk. There he sat while all the other children continue to talk loudly and play their games until…
"I SAID…RECESS IS OVER!!!!" yelled Ms. Ryes.
With those words, the entire class scrambled to their seats because they didn't want to be excluded from snack time as punishment.
And with that, to any observer looking in, Surrey Elementary School was once again normal.
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Ms. Ryes was never one to rat out people or one to try and cause trouble. She usually kept out the way but, Harry Potter's case was special. For too long had she seen him sit by himself drawing at recess, sit by himself during group study, or eat by himself at lunchtime. When he had first come to school with the rest of the children, he seemed to readily make friends, the children seemed to love him, and he was always laughing with them. But not two weeks into the year, Harry Potter became a social outcast.
So she decided to do something about it. She decided to take all of his art books and show his guardians, Petunia and Vernon Dursley.
Upon arriving at Number 4 Privet Drive, Ms. Ryes found the house and neighborhood to be far too quiet. She knocked upon the door and within a few seconds, a thin woman with an overly large neck answered the door.
"Yes, what can I do for you?" asked Petunia Dursley in too sweet voice.
"My name is Ms. Ryes and I'm Dudley and Harry's teacher at school." Said Ms. Ryes
"Oh..Hello Ms. Ryes…How's my little Dudley doing in school?"
"Oh..he does fine" said Ms. Ryes while thinking "if he's not stealing the afternoon snacks" "But I'm here to discuss Harry"
"What did he do?" said Petunia turning coldly angry.
"May we discuss this inside?"
"Please do!" said Petunia forcefully, looking for all the world like she didn't want anyone to hear a word about her nephew Harry.
As the two women sat across from each other in the living room on matching couches, Ms. Ryes got the feeling that she shouldn't have come. But there was no turning back and perhaps she thought this might help Harry.
"Now, what did he do?" said Petunia in an acid filled voice.
"Well it's not what he did…per say…it's what he doesn't do. You see in the beginning, he was very friendly and outgoing but, now I'm worried because he never talks to any of the children. In fact during recess, he draws in the reading corner instead playing games with the other children. I brought with me those books he drew. As you can see" said Ms. Ryes showing the books to Petunia "there are quite a lot of them."
"Yes, I can see that."
"Mrs. Dursley, I have to go. I came only to find Harry's problem and show these to you. I'm just going to leave these with you but, Mrs. Dursley? Could you please try and figure out what happened to Harry? He was such a sweet boy and I hate to see him like this."
"I'll talk to him when he gets home."
"Thank you." said Ms. Ryes taking her leave.
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There were two boys walking towards Number 4 Privet Drive. One had unruly black hair. His name was Harry Potter. The second was a round boy who had blond hair named Dudley Dursley. The first was walking behind the second a few paces. But that didn't stop Dudley from pummeling Harry several times to the ground and then laughing out loud. And as he laughed, little flecks of Animal Crackers that he was eating would fly out of his mouth. They came upon Privet Drive where suddenly every single house looked clean, abnormally so, and alike. The only way to tell which house was which, were the numbers that were put in block number, right above the door frame.
As Dudley entered his house, with Harry behind him, he was immediately attacked by his mother.
"OH MY DIDLEY DUMPKINS!!! I missed you soooo much." Gushed Petunia.
"Mum. Gerroff." Struggled Dudley.
"How was school Popkin?"
"Oh it was good, We played bandits at recess."
"Oh how clever. What did…" and as Petunia was about to continue her gushing over her son, Harry walked into her line of sight.
"YOU." she screeched.
Harry froze as if he was a deer caught in the headlights. He knew that voice. It was when his aunt had that voice that he got sent to his cupboard for days on end after a beating.
"YOU!!! HOW COULD YOU DISGRACE MY FAMILY THIS WAY?!!" screeched Petunia as she grabbed his ear and pulled.
"OWWW, what did I do?" cried Harry as Dudley sniggered in the background.
"YOU KNOW WHAT YOU DID. YOU WERE BEING FREAKY AGAIN." Screamed Petunia, as she let go of Harry and sped off into the other room. She was back, not even a second later, with a pile of what Harry recognized immediately as his art books.
"What does this have to do with my art books?" asked Harry, almost afraid to hear the answer.
"NO NORMAL KID DRAWS ART BOOKS DURING RECESS. NO NORMAL KID DOES THE THINGS YOU DO. BUT YOU DO IT ANYWAY. YOU GO AND DISGRACE MY FAMILY AND HAVE THAT TEACHER OF YOURS COME AND SHOW ME YOUR ABNORMALNESS!!!!!!!"
And with that, she proceeded to tear up Harry's art books, one by one, in front of Harry while he desperately tried to think of something to stop her. His art books were they only thing that were his alone. And in them, he saw his parents, and his dreams. When Petunia had finished tearing up all of his art books, she took a trash can and threw them out. She then gave Harry a sound beating and sent him to his cupboard.
Harry's prayers for the safe keeping of his art books must have been answered because during the night after Harry cried himself to sleep; after his aunt and uncle had climbed into bed and started snoring; and after Dudley had eating 4 snacks and he to had dozed off, Harry's art book's torn pages started to glow a dull silver and then one by one they popped out of the house and into the head girls' dormitory of Hogwarts school for Witchcraft and Wizardy, where there reformed together in midair as if they had never been torn, and plopped themselves down on Head girl Lily Evans' bed.