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Harry Potter was fifteen months old when he was left on the doorstep of his aunt, Petunia.
Harry Potter was sixteen months old when he had his first burst of accidental magic in his new home, causing himself bounce from the floor when his cousin had pushed him off the sofa he had been sitting in.
Harry Potter was sixteen months and one day old when he was picked up by an elderly woman with a tall, pointy hat and a Scottish accent. She had pursed lips as she held him to her chest, and turned her strict eyes to the face of both fear and utter disgust on his aunt Petunia.
Harry Potter was sixteen months and one week old when an old woman and an even older man, both dressed in strange clothes and hats, finally found a relative on his mother’s side. One that was not too far away in the bloodline and was willing to take him in.
Harry Potter was sixteen months and eight days old when he travelled alongside the elderly woman with the pointy hat over the ocean and to a country further north. There, he was passed over from the strict, but warm woman whom he had come to love dearly during the last eight days, to a new, elder man. Harry was screaming and crying as he tried to hold onto the woman in the strange clothes, but quickly quieted down as the elderly man started singing in a rough, harsh voice in contrast to the calm and lovely song.
Harry Potter was three years old when he fully understood that the man who fed him, clothed him, and taught him everything he knew was his mother’s father’s brother. His name was Alexander Evans. He would not let Harry call him anything other than his name.
Harry Potter was four and a half years old when he was deemed fluent enough in English and began getting language lessons in a whole new language by Alexander.
“It’s for when you start school”, was all the answer Alexander would give Harry when he complained on why he had to learn a whole new language.
Harry Potter was six years old when he began his first year at school. And he realized that the language lessons with Alexander was, in fact, not a waste of time and effort. As, apparently, he and Alexander did not have the same native language as the country they lived in.
That was also the age he was when he was told the story of how Alexander moved to Norway from across the ocean after an ugly fight with his mother, which was before his brother even married and had Harry’s mother.
Harry Potter was eight years old when he was officially deemed, by Alexander, fluent in Norwegian as well as English. From then on, he would not have to continue needing a translator with him in classes at school.
Harry Potter was ten years old when Alexander sat him down and told him the official story of his parent’s death, his aunt’s rejection, and the reason behind his “freak accidents” that would happen whenever he got too emotional. He was magical, as were his parents. And there was a war in which they won, but only after his parents’ lives were lost. When asked, Alexander shared with Harry that he was in fact not magical himself and knew next to nothing about it. All he knew was the limited information he received in a letter asking for a place where Harry could be cared for.
When asked whether he thought Harry was a freak because of this, Alexander had placed a strong hand on Harry’s shoulder, his piercing blue eyes meeting his gaze, and said he would not be convinced to regret a choice he has already made. “Regret is a deadly disease. The only thing you do regarding the past is learn and bring it with you into the future. You do not linger, and you do not regret.” It was the closest he’s come to telling Harry he loved him, and that took Harry years to figure out.
Harry Potter was eleven years old when he received an owl carrying a letter in English. In it, he was accepted at Durmstrang institute of Witchcraft and Wizardry. He was informed of all the books he would need, and if he should have any questions, he’d have to send them in a letter with the owl. Alexander had written a letter, stating that Harry would need an escort helping him find everything he’d need for the school, as he still knew nothing about the Wizarding world.
Harry Potter was eleven years and one week old when Professor Nadya Tarasova, the Russian deputy headmistress of Durmstrang, arrived at the door. She side-alonged him to Trolldomsgata in the Capital of Norway, where she helped him buy all of his school supplies and send the bill to his vault at Gringotts in England, which he had inherited from his parents. When they returned home to Alexander, she spent an hour to turn their fireplace to a floo connected to the network. She stayed even longer teaching Harry how to use it to get to the dock further north where the ship will leave from and transport all students to the school.
Harry Potter was eleven years and one month old when he flooed for the first time, landing face first out of a bonfire lit in the middle of the dock. He barely dodged his trunk when it was sent through the fire by Alexander. Then he had gotten onto a large ship, filled with students from all around Scandinavia, including other European countries.
Harry Potter was thirteen years and eleven months old when he returned from his third exciting year at Durmstrang and was told by Alexander he had found him a job for the summer.
Harry Potter was thirteen years and eleven months old when he started his first ever job at a small, farm shop.
Harry Potter was thirteen years, eleven months and one day old when a boy with almost white hair and pale, porcelain-like skin entered the empty shop wearing the strangest clothes.