Disclaimer: None of the characters in this piece are my own, and neither is the speech. The definition is from and is not my own.
A/N: Very short and with no particular plot, but I was bored! Probably not the best piece I've ever written, but it's my first posted so you'll have to wait for something more substantial.
Magic and memories
Harry gave a wry smile as he looked at the dictionary in front of him. He wasn't sure what had compelled him to blow the dust off its cover and open it after all these years; he'd only picked it up to throw it out, having not used it since his muggle primary-school days. Neither was he certain quite why he'd selected this particular word to look up; 'Magic'. It wasn't as if he needed a definition, in fact, he'd experienced so much of it that even the emotionless sentences in front of him were enough to bring back powerful memories. He glanced back down, muttering the words on the page before him under his breath like some sort of complicated incantation:
Magic
Noun. The art that purports to control or forecast natural events, effects, or forces by invoking the supernatural.
The page in front of him swam before his eyes as he became lost in memories…
"Harry – yer a wizard."
There was silence. Looking back on it, Harry would have loved to have seen the Durselys' faces, but at the time he was trying very hard to digest what he had just been told. He was a… a… a…
"I'm a what?!" he exclaimed, disbelief and shock clear in his voice.
"A wizard, 'o course" replied Hagrid calmly, as if he told people this sort of thing every day. Come to think of it, maybe he did… But, at that particular moment in time, Hagrid could have spent his spare time dancing around dressed as an elephant and Harry wouldn't have cared. Because, right then, for the first time in his life, everything revolved around him. And though he was shocked, and disconcerted, and very confused, he rather liked the feeling.
