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If you asked almost anyone in Little Whinging about Harrison Potter, they would tell you that he was a charming, clever boy loved by all.
"He was such a quiet baby," their neighbor of ten years recalled. "Never cried. He would just look at you with intelligent eyes, and somehow, you'd know what he needed."
Harrison had grown to be quite a prodigy. He'd begun reading Shakespeare at three years old, and by the time he was eight, he had memorized 40 numbers of pi. He graciously agreed to tutor any child who was having trouble with their schoolwork. Including his cousin, which everyone thought to be quite good of Harrison.
The child also had many friends, who were all intelligent and talented in some way. Harrison seemed to only make friends with those who were ostracized in society, the loners, the friendless. Some people thought it was sweet of the boy.
They would tell you about a mysterious, scarred man who would show up once a month. All they knew was what Harrison had told them: he was Remus Lupin, a friend of his father's, and the scars came from a wolf attack when he was a child. He was a kind man, if a bit sad.
All in all, they would tell you that Harrison was a good boy and would never do anything wrong.
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If you asked the Dursleys, they would tell you otherwise.
Harrison had showed up on their doorstep almost ten years earlier in a basket, with only a blanket to keep him warm. He'd woken up when Petunia let out a shriek at the sight of him. Instead of the emerald eyes she'd seen at his birth, he had eerie green eyes, filled with cold intelligence. She knew immediately that this child was a wizard.
Vernon had tried to beat the magic out of the child, but that had been a mistake. Harrison was nothing like his parents; he became cold and dangerous when he was alone. Vernon didn't dare lay a hand on the boy again after Harrison had used his magic to break every bone in his hand. Petunia didn't dare call the boy a freak when her hair had been yanked from her head without Harrison touching it. Dudley grew up terrified, but also awed, of Harrison, so he never hurt him.
If you asked the Dursleys, they would tell you that Harrison Potter was clever, cunning, and, most of all... dangerous.