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Harold's parents were both a little on the poor side. They moved into their caravan shortly after marrying, a choice made only because Amy was pregnant. The two of the argued like cats and dogs for a while. And then Harold was born. 'Arold, as he was called by most of his family, was raised amid arguments, drinking and jobless-ness in a caravan parked somewhere just outside a small village called Redruth.

However, when Harold was seven, the unimaginable happened. Harold's parents won the lottery!
Life changed drastically. They moved into a big house, brought several cars, got Harold anything his little greedy hands could grab, wined, dined and wined some more! In fact, Harold's parents 'wined' so much, they barely noticed when they developed a bit of a taste for the Firewhiskey and cider. In no time flat, the Dingles both had alcoholism problems, happily complimented with pot, ecstasy and cocaine.

The money dried up, the house was repossessed, and the Dingles found themselves back in their little caravan.

But Harold had had his taste of the rich life. Money brought happiness and there wasn't a single thing that could be said against it in his opinion. He started small, stealing at first, till his mother caught him and he was beaten for taking the money she had intended on spending on more drugs. After that, Harold started cleaning windows and doing chores to be paid. Then he moved onto selling. It was an easy transition and Harold found his boy-ish charms and youth worked well for him. He could talk his way into a pub at twelve without the bartenders batting an eyelid, and he could sell you back your own wallet for more than the money you had inside it.

When he recieved his Hogwarts letter, he was more than happy to escape his shabby little home in the country for the castle in Scotland. It took him less than a month to figured out and befriend the member of staff that would be more useful to him; Filch. Once he was friends with the caretaker, he found that Filch was more than willing to tell him about all the little secret paths through the castle, and share with him the things that he would take from the other children. Fanged Frisbees and all sorts of goodies were handed over and then happily re-sold and all Harold had to do was tell Filch when someone was getting up to no good every so often. The perfect bargin.

As soon as word reached that Voldemort was back, Harold set about getting himself some proper linage. He found a chap who could masterfully fake an entire Pureblood family tree, and just in the nick of time. No sooner had he the document in his hand than Voldemort was in charge. As soon as the Death Eaters came for him and his parents, Harold flashed the paper and they were given a manor instead of a life sentence in Azkaban (much to the confusion of his parents). Harold managed to sneak through his that year at Hogwarts under the noses of the Death Eaters, selling objects to students who needed them. Healing potions and WWW products and food and anything else they asked for. He could get in and out of the castle easily through the (carefully un-blocked) tunnel the Weasley twins had abandoned.

After Voldemort's defeat, the Dingles were permitted to keep the house (the Ministry had bigger fish to fry) but Harold decided that he had no plans to return to it after school. No, he'd been saving for years, and he had enough money to start a life of his own. After Hogwarts, he had a whole world to rinse of their Galleons...

Harold is a charmer and a joker. He's a listening ear and a comforting shoulder. He's a watchful eye and a valiant warrior.
When the price is right.
The thing about Harold, is that he's crafty. His mind is constantly on ways to exploit things around him, searching for weaknesses. But like all people, he savours friendship. Though most of his friendships have blossomed out of people he figured he couuld use, he usually ends up finding himself more attached to them than he'd like to admit.