Squib

Growing Up

A/N: Okay here's the next chapter. I feel as though I've rushed it but it needed to be done. I could practically write half the story on him growing up but I'm mainly going to start focus on after Harry going to Hogwarts. Drop a review!

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Growing Up

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Harry sighed as he lay down on his bed thinking over the past. Tomorrow would be his eleventh birthday. It would be unfair to say that he had been fine for the past five years.

Ever since learning that he was a squib, his life had constantly gone downhill. His first year after learning of his lack of magic had been the worst. He had been ridiculed at school for not knowing what basic things like T.V and video games were. The bullies had instantly jumped upon him. After the first week, he had stopped taking lunch money to school, after all what was the use if it was taken from you. Since then, he had started putting his lunch money in his money box and gone to school without it.

At home his life was even worse, emotionally if not physically. His parents constantly doted on John and his school. Never was he given any attention. The first few weeks, he would come home with awards for his outstanding performance in school, but he would only get to hear "Thats great dear" from his mother and nothing from his father. While John on the other hand was praised for even holding a wand correctly. (Wand handling was a class in his school). As if a person required a brain to do all that stuff that John got to do. Heck John was even praised once for blowing up a class room with accidental magic. His parents just went on to say "This shows how powerful our John really is".

And if that wasn't any worse, John's attitude had also begun to bother Harry. He treated Harry as if Harry was below him. And not only because of Harry being a squib as Harry found out one day, it was because John was the boy-who-lived.

/flashback/

"I get to go to Diagon Alley and you don't!" John taunted Harry. Harry already annoyed from his hard day at school retorted, "And what the hell is Diagon Alley?"

"It's a magical street filled with magical shops." John stated matter-of-factly and then immediately clamped his hand on his mouth as if he had said something he was forbidden to say. "Ha!"Harry laughed, "there is no such thing as a magical shopping street" Harry laughed but then turned to see his father in the doorway "is there dad?"

James nodded, "There is Harry".

"And you're going there today?" Harry asked intrigued.

"Yes we are", James replied nonplussed. "Can I come too?" Harry was starting to get excited, his hard day at school forgotten.

"Come with me Harry, it's time you were told something." James led Harry to another room and proceeded to tell him all about John and his boy-who-lived status. How famous he was and how bad it would seem if Harry, having no magic was to be seen walking with John.

Harry even said that he could go some other time without John and nobody would know. But James had told him that the wizarding world already knew Harry was a squib and they would be ridiculed if they were to bring him to Diagon Alley.

James had in return promised to take Harry to the zoo but Harry was heart-broken nonetheless.

/End Flashback/

One good thing that had come out of the ordeal was that when Harry had gone to the reptile section of the zoo, he could hear what the snakes were talking. Harry had in return talked with them and found out that he could, by some miracle, talk to snakes. He could swear that he couldn't talk with them before when he was little or hear them.