Dear Memories Of My Loved

Prologue

Note: so I am hoping to publish this without a cover, really not even a name. I need help with both, so if anyone knows a good cover making account or could do it themselves; hell even just providing a name would be good. Chapter cover Art by brrrp_r on Instagram.

References: 17 Sickles in a Galleon, and 29 Knuts in a Sickle, grim has a large black owl-raven mix, and Larz has a tamed boggart, usually in the form of a kemoto dragon or a hawk. Larz takes 2nd and 3rd year classes in his first, Grim is white and black mixed and his father is close to Mr.Malfoy. This story is based off the books as I read them, and I may make a offspring book and a 2nd book if I decide to make this m-preg. I will reveal Larz' dragon and Grims wolf soon along with possible cast members, patronus' and wands.

The first time the two boys meet was a odd one. Neither was older then 8, and their parents where not on friendly terms. No, instead they meet by curiosity. Rubeus Hagrid was a strong gate keeper that day, walking 8 feet high with his 6 year old son down Diagon alley for some parchment, pencil, and good flesh-eating slug repellent. Larz, the small boy he was, was carried on Rubeus' shoulder, examining the streets with a elated and equally curious face. His tiny hands where in the gate keepers hair to steady himself from falling with excitement all the while his father turned onlookers one bad look.

You see, it was common knowledge that Larz was a odd look, not even Hagrids true son. No, the boy was a half dragon animagi, a rare thing born that way. Of coarse, his white hair streaked white pink, pale rosy skin, and red dusted cheek got him looks, especially when his small split tongue flicked out rapidly, just like a dragon. As they entered Goodmins Store of fine art, Hagrid let his a son down with a chuckle, seeing the excitement to explore the filled shop. "You don't 'em 'eady to me, son, are you sure?" He dragged out the word as his large fingers rubbed and moved the child's sides. Larz giggled and tried to escape from the hands, nodding rapidly. "Y-yes papa! I'm sure!" A few more giggles escaped the young body before he was released, kissing his fathers cheeks and running off to find what he wanted.