Author's Notes: Hope you guys like it!
Disclaimer: You know the drill. I do not own it, I merely love it.
Introduction
"Oy, hold it there, that's it, lad. One, two, three…" The old photographer scratches his balding head as he scrutinizes the photograph he just took of the young wizard with the jet black hair and bright green eyes. He sighs and scratches his whiskery beard and grumbles, "Aye, boy you've gone and batted your bloody eyes shut! Sit back down," he barks as the boy starts from his stool to look. "I haven't got all day, once again now, lad." He tosses the picture of a blinking and waving Harry Potter into the waste bin and lifts his camera to his face a second time. "Here we go, one…two-"
"Nitwit! Oddment! Tweak!"
The photographer groans in exasperation as the young wizard holds up his hand and apologizes, "Sorry, er, hold on a moment, sir if you please, I have a call…" He reaches into the pocket of his Alastor Moody's Academy For Auror Training uniform robe and pulls out his vibrating wand. He coolly flicks his wrist and casts the old man an apologetic glance as he mutters, "Yes, hello? This is Harry Potter." He immediately straightens up and quickly sputters, "Oh, yes, Aunty Martha, how are you doing? No, no, you are not interrupting-er, well I am taking my photograph, what? You are there already, I am sorry, Aunty, er, I will be there in about ten minutes time? Yes, go on and order your drink, I'll be along soon, yes, no, no, I will be careful, don't worry. See you soon, goodbye ma'am." He shoves his wand back into his pocket and straightens his bright blue tie. "Okay, I am ready now." He lifts his chin and smiles confidently at the camera lens, green eyes twinkling.
"One, two, three!"
CLICK!
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