MIGRATED! New pen name: Neophytewriter
Prologue
Harry flipped rapidly through the pages of Advanced Alchemy: Vol. 5, filing everything into his eidetic memory. There was so much to learn!
He had, over the course of the summer, wolfed down tome after tome of anything pertaining to magic he could get ahold of. It was getting to the point of ridiculousness as they (over time) piled up, creating a veritable mountain. But he couldn't stop himself.
He had the naturally inquisitive mindset of Lily Potter, and as such, could not stomach not knowing information. So enraptured was he by the thought of learning that by the end of the first week, he could recite any book verbatim from any Witch Weekly's catalog that you can care to name. By the third day of the second week, he had managed to finish all suitable educational books for first-years. But he didn't stop there.
Harry was an ambitious boy. By the time he realised he had exhausted his list of primary year books, he had immediately called for the second-year list. Shortly after, the third. And then the fourth. It only went uphill from there.
As we join Harry on his long ride to Hogwarts, he has memorised around double the facts of the average Hogwarts graduate. He is wide-eyed and bushy-tailed (so to speak), ready for his first day.