Here be Dragons
Four birthdays, four glimpses.
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When he was four, Harry found a knight in the garden.
Cautiously, remembering the lessons Aunt Petunia had smacked into him, he straightened his shoulders, dipped his head and held out his hand.
‘Please, Sir Knight, will you do me the honour of visiting my cupboard?’ he whispered.
Sunlight winked
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