"Harry, I am so tired. Last week when I went to cast a Patronus my happiest memory was the last time I got a full night of sleep." Hermione flopped her head down on her hands, her hair cascading in a fluffy mess all over the old, oak desk. Establishing the wizarding world's first public library was not the easy task that she had imagined it to be.

Before the great Hogwarts there must have been schools that housed the famous Harry Potter. Yet where are the stories of the finger paintings, multiplication homework, and loyal friends. This is the story that explains why we hear little to nothing concerning young Harry and why it matters.

There is a house across the street that possessed a type of magic that made Aria curious. But not the type of magic that makes you experience that happy little tingle within your heart… this was the magic that made you doubt. That tells you that you are alone, afraid, and there is nothing and nowhere you can go to escape. This house was Number four Pivot Drive.