Eighteen years ago today, although it only feels like two for me, I first met Harry James Potter, who at the time was a screaming infant with a messy tuft of black hair and bright green eyes like his mother.
Harry, I know I only got to spend one short year with you, in which you spoke very little and slept quite a lot, but I feel so incredibly honored to be your father, and so lucky to have gotten to see the wonderful man that you've become.
Happy Birthday, son.
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