A Drabble: "Tibbles and Tufty and…"
Summary: Harry doesn’t remember his first-ever friend.
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The old man’s beard smelled funny, and it tickled.
But the man gave Harry sweets, and hugged him, and told him stories about magic and heroes while Harry sat on his lap. And he told Harry that he was special-very special.
“Do you live with Mrs. Figg now?” asked Harry. “Will I see you every day?”
“Not every day, not yet, my brave boy. You need to grow up first, into a hero.”
Then he raised his stick.
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Mrs. Figg’s house smelled, and Harry felt funny.
She pointed at the photographs. “Tufty, and Snowy, and this one’s Mr. Paws.”
*
The old man’s beard smelled funny, and it tickled.
But the man gave Harry sweets, and hugged him, and told him stories about magic and heroes while Harry sat on his lap. And he told Harry that he was special-very special.
“Do you live with Mrs. Figg now?” asked Harry. “Will I see you every day?”
“Not every day, not yet, my brave boy. You need to grow up first, into a hero.”
Then he raised his stick.
*
Mrs. Figg’s house smelled, and Harry felt funny.
She pointed at the photographs. “Tufty, and Snowy, and this one’s Mr. Paws.”