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Chapter 1
He was seven years old when he asked his mum why she always called him her little miracle. She gave him a soft small and told him how he was a thought to be a still born; only to surprise everyone by making a fuss in the morgue.
His green eyes widened and he asked more questions. His mother smiled good naturally and answered every one of them to the best of her ability, because at one time she may not have had this.
At one time she would not have heard the small cry of a baby at one o'clock in the morning. Have the chance to praise a little young child when they used their 'Big Boy Potty' for the first time. Kissing away hurts and watching as he grew...never hearing I love you, mummy.
A small hand touches her cheek and she looks down and sees confused worry swimming in his big green eyes.
"Mum, your crying. I'm sorry I asked..."
"Darling, that's not it at all. Talking about it doesn't make me sad. It makes me unbelievably happy" She gives him a watery smile and scoops him up into a big hug. He has a look of confusion on his face, but she can see he accepts her reasoning.
She places him back on the ground and ruffles his hair a bit. Black hair just like her sweet William; who passed away not long after she found that she was with child.
"Harry, why don't you grab your coat. I think a stroll in the park is just what we need" Her child smiles brightly and runs off to do just that.
Harry was eleven years old when had his first memory of the life he once had. His mum was feeling a little down so he brought up the idea of going to the beach. She seemed to brighten almost instantly.
She once told him that she had met his father at the beach. He was fishing along the shore line with a friend while her sister and her were collecting sea shells.
Everyone that knew him had said he looks just like him, and it's true. The pictures that his mum has shown him had a man with black fly away hair,tanned skin and green eyes.
He seemed like the real friendly sort. A good soul who always looked out for others. Harry was proud to be his fathers son...he just hoped he didn't inherit his height. Maybe 5'10 or 5'11... because 5'7 for a man was just not going to cut it!
The first thing they do when get to the beach is take off his shoes. The sand is warm and feels good against his feet. He helps his mum set out a blanket for a small picnic and afterwards they build sand castles.
It's when his mum is sunbathing and he's at the shore playing in the tide when he sees a flash of pink.
A young couple had just arrived,the woman was carrying a small bag while the man was carrying a beach umbrella.
A pink umbrella...A giant of a man has blown a door open and walks into small cabin. He has a large tangled beard,dark friendly eyes,a coat with many pockets...and a pink umbrella.
A large man carrying a rifle and thin woman clinging to his arm come towards the man and him. They are saying things about a school;fighting about him going,and the overweight man says something offensive about someone named Dumbledore.
The giant of a man bends rifle in the others hands and whirls on a boy ,who is definitely in need of some exercise, and points his umbrella...at Dudley...that's the boy's name, a light shots from the tip and a curly pigs tail is now on his bottom.
Harry laugh's out loud to himself and turns towards his mum who is watching with a curious look. He tells her about it and she laughs as well and stands.
"You have such a good imagination, Harry." She says as she walks towards him and pats his shoulder.
"Come on,lets go for a little dip." Harry smiles and joins her in the water.
When Harry is fourteen he finds a stick. It looks just like the one in his dreams but that isn't really possible...is it?
He thinks on this for a bit and figures it can't really hurt to try out one of those spells. It was just a dream so what could possibly happen?
He is both surprised and frightened when it does indeed work. It wasn't anything big; just a light at the tip of his wand, that's what it was called after all. Lumos was the only spell he could think of that he could actually handle.
All he could really do was stare at it in fading sunlight. He knew before he actually tried that it would work. But why?
There was something he was missing. He could feel it deep within core and he felt helpless. Usually he ignored the feeling and went on with life as normal but on those rare occasions he would have glimpses of something that he was pretty sure was a memory.
Once he was at the library and came across a book about past lives and it all seemed to make sense. The dreams and the weird feelings of deja vu made since, but now he just didn't know. Yes, people had past life experiences but how many have had something from that actually be presented to them?
Harry grips the wand and is almost tempted to through it as far as he can and forget about it...he doesn't. Instead he takes it to his room and places it in a shoe box under his bed.
Harry is sixteen when his mum passes away but he knew this was going to happen at some point. After all it was what he was told all those years ago. But he had no idea of how much he would come to love this woman, who was his mother.
She was everything he would have ever hoped and more.
How can one small blood clot do so much damage? He knew so many spells ...defense,transfiguration, charms but nothing that could have heal a brain after it's been ravaged by an aneurism. Maybe if had paid attention in potions class...no he shouldn't think like that. She wouldn't want him to dwell on this. His mum would want him to face the world with his head held high,so that's just what he would do.
Of course he would never forget her. Just as he had never forgotten anyone that he ever cared about.
His Aunt had sent for him,of course. She was a kind woman and always seemed able to make him smile. His uncle on the other hand was someone he rather not think about. Someone not worth his time, just like Uncle Vernon.
He looked up as is his train rolled into the station. This was it. This was how he was going to get to London...the place were he would meet Sherlock Holmes.
He had no idea of what he was supposed to do or who the man actually was, but he had to be important. Why else would he be brought here? Sighing, Harry grabbed his two suitcases and started for the line that was forming by the train.
What kind of trouble could a muggle actually get into anyway? He was pretty sure his life was going to be filled with normal everyday things and Harry couldn't wait.
Of course things don't always go as planned.
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