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Since Harry could remember, living with the Dursleys had meant learning to read their faces, their tells, the smallest signs that he was about to be in trouble. Like his uncle’s moustache would twitch when he got angry. His aunt’s lips would go thin when she found Harry particularly annoying. His cousin’s eyes would go wide when he was planning to attack him.
But to survive, instinct alone had never been enough. Since he had begun to observe, he had found that knowledge came in many forms and shades, not just from books. Knowing how to read a face was knowledge. Learning about himself was knowledge. Learning of the world outside was knowledge. Even knowing how to drop the right hint to soothe Dudley’s temper was knowledge, and knowledge had saved his arse time and time again.
So when Harry was thrust into a world full of magic. He decided he could do a lot with knowledge alone.
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Getting into Ravenclaw had been planned, challenging traditions entirely deliberate, and loving Draco… inevitable. The rest followed almost on its own. The attention of the entire wizarding world, stumbling into trouble, and the chaos that came with it… well, blame Draco for that last one.