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Before Hagrid came, Harry spent his whole life noticing. Pretending not to, of course, but his survival depended on his ability to notice things. Harry would be insulted by people saying his observation skills were akin to that of a brick wall. Brick walls, for all they see, did not notice even half of the things that Harry did.
When Hagrid came knocking on the shack door, Harry thought that he'd be able to show off his intelligence. It was, of course, impossible for him to be punished for getting higher grades than Dudley if they didn't take the same classes. Instead, he found that being a 'know-it-all' was going to leave him lonelier than before.
So he wasn't. He stopped noticing things. Or, well, he stopped thinking about the things he noticed. Harry kept them all in a never-ending book. Little things that he noticed on a daily basis, the two-meter long essays that he wrote for every class, the books that he promised himself he'd read. Later. Like everything else. He'd think about it all later.
The war is over, now. The eighth years are crammed into a newly refurbished tower and, once again, something strange is happening. The Malfoy quadruplets are going through something and there's another deadly threat. Harry is noticing things again, dealing with things that should've been dealt with years ago.
He was planning to save these things for later. Well, it's later.
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