![]() Harry marveled at Diagon Alley, got his hands shaken in the Leaky, pressed his nose up against shop windows. Hagrid held out hope, even against Dumbledore’s quiet warning explanations, until they made it to Ollivander’s Wands. Harry could tell him about how snakes sometimes talked back, because that had never been Harry’s magic, but when he did Hagrid just blanched and changed the subject. “Well… I live in a cupboard under the stairs…” “Strange things always happen around you, don’ they?” When Hagrid asked Harry in that little cabin on that little rock in the middle of the sea if weird things always happened around him, Harry couldn’t tell him about vanishing glass and setting captive snakes free, about ending up somehow on the school roof, or growing his hair out overnight. The Dursleys ran, dragging Harry with them, and the letters and one stubborn gamekeeper followed– none of this would change with a magicless Harry. Years later, the owls and the letters came to 4 Privet Drive. “Harry must be taught.”īut Dumbledore just sighed and offered her a lemon drop. “– squibs, Albus.”ĭumbledore shook his head. “Hogwarts is not a place for–” Her voice fell. “No, he’ll come to Hogwarts,” said Dumbledore. “We can’t have the Boy Who Lived not knowing about his own world.” “I suppose we can ask one of the wizarding families to homeschool him,” she said. Figg’s letter he wrote back a polite thank you and then went to talk with Minerva McGonagall, who inhaled sharply in horror when he told her the news.įinally, McGonagall gave a gathered sigh. Figg called up her mother, interrupting the wizarding bridge game she was winning against the nursing home staff, and asked her how she had known, decades back, that her youngest daughter was a squib. He didn’t accidentally make flowers out of fallen leaves, or levitate anything during tantrums, or turn toys funny colors. Figg had Harry over for carefully miserable afternoons of babysitting, she noticed nothing moved that shouldn’t. Harry was uneven and weird-looking for ages, hiding under beanies when he could. ![]() She noticed that when Petunia gave Harry a truly horrendous haircut one year, it grew back in at a normal rate. ![]() She noticed when Dudley learned the word MINE– the whole neighborhood noticed that one. Figg noticed that Petunia was a nosy bit of work with insecurities hanging from her every harsh angle. She noticed many things, sitting on her side of her fence with her cats chasing butterflies and nuzzling her ankles, Mundungus and the other watchers dropping by for tea now and then. Anonymous asked: What if Harry Potter, the chosen one, had turned out to be a squib, how do you think history would have turned out differently?
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