Dear Memories Of My Loved

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Larzigoth Hagrid was a poor boy. No one spoke of him, no one knew him. Just at the peak of the Hogwarts castle is where he slept and spent his days. On this particular day though, instead of reading or drawing or writing stories, he laid his head on his windowsill, sitting on the sill bed.

Today for the boy was his birthday. Today, 4 years ago, his friend and long time pen pal stopped answering his owls for no reason. Just the meer though heaved his chest as he gripped the necklace on his neck. His eyes watered in remembrance of the boy he meet only once, but it changed little of what he thought. He wanted to meet with the boy again, to hold his hand and run around with him. He wanted the small butterfly charm to glow with the pink and blue and to see him in site, feeling his plump lips press against his forehead again. He wished, and yet he did not get. Usually on this day, his activities included sulking around until his father came up with toffee and cake and his uncle coming with a small sketchbook, set of pencils, and a assortments of candy and presents, yet today instead he got up early, staring out his window for a few minutes and then rushing to his uncle. He giggled, running past anything quickly like as if he ate fire brittle.

His journey stopped as he entered his uncles chambers, sure enough to see presents, decorations of small, dancing dragons, and all the teachers he had grown up with (including old Snape, who everyone hated except for himself.) His face was elated a bright red as they all yelled out a 'happy special birthday.' Of coarse, this birthday was huge for the little boy. Not only was it the year he would start Hogwarts, but also the year his dragon would hit full maturity. He bounced around the room with a smile, hugging his teachers and family with thanks and appreciation. By one round trip, his arms where filled with small treats and presents, along with socks, a running joke from his uncle.
They lasted out that Saturday with games and presents, both to the attendants and the special guest.

By the end, Larz was rested on his fathers lap, tired through all nine games, just wanting to go to sleep. So with haist, they all finished to reveal the main party gift.
Professor McGonagall gave him a batch of lemon snaps and 100 galleons, Flitwick gave him many sets of quill, parchment, pencils, erasers, and sketchbooks along with 20 Galleons, Snape gave him small potions that made him smell of what he desired acquainted by 200 Galleons (he boasted for giving him the most money this year), pomfrey gave him a large first aid kit with 20 sickles, and his father gave him his Hogwarts letter, along with a certificate for his wand and a whole bunch of clothing (.
Larz was in tears as they gave him the presents, hugging each and pocketing the money into a small, everlasting coin purse. Last stood Dumbledore, smiling the crooked smile he was known for as he raised his hands, silencing all the lot of teachers. "As we all know, Larz is growing now into his dragon. I personally am very happy for him, but teachers watch him please. We do not know what kind of dragon he is or if he will hurt anyone. I have low hopes of it myself, but we must be careful. Now, with that said, my present is in 4 sections. One, a basket of candy..." He chuckled as his Phoenix flew down, dropping the wicker into the unsuspecting preteens hands. "... Two, socks, of coarse...three, 200 galleon and last..." The items fell into his lap again, making him smile softly, doing the same with the extra galleons. "...the last is technically from all the teachers. Those here, and those not. We have arranged to mix your classes. You will take the main classes for a first year, but have the choice of having 2nd and third year classes. Your father has signed you to be allowed to go off to hogesme  with the rest of the 3rd years, so you may go when felt needed."

Everyone's in the room cheered as Dumbledore engulfed the short boy in a hug, laughing as they went to leave. Hagrid and professor Snape helped the boy up to his room with the presents, the baid him a fair well, Hagrid telling him the time they would go to diagon alley for school shopping.

He smiled as he went to the presents, taking our a pair of socks and a black sweater his father had gotten, liking the words that read "anti social social club" in a small corner of his chest and on the back. Along with it, he took out a pair of peach pants that hugged him more like a girls pants; not that he cared. Larz was a bit more feminine anyways. When he felt the outfit was decent to go our in, he set it onto the dresser he had, smiling as he went to shower. He took longer then usual, letting the euphoric feeling of maturity wash over him. Sure, he might still be small, but he felt powerful, knowing his dragon was going to be full grown. He let the warm water cascade down until he decided it was enough and washed his body in a Rose smelling soap and washing his hair with a strawberry scented shampoo. He proceeded to finish and dry his hair, changing into his black constellation pajama shorts and a white tanktop before checking his coin purse for what he had.