It's Harry Potters fifth year and he's depressed. He has to deal with Voldemort's return, being plagued with nightmares about his friend Cedric's murder and being abused at home.
That's right. The saviour of the wizarding world is beaten mercilessly...
I made my way back to the house, careful to avoid Tonks who was on duty. I packed all my things, putting the alcohol and drugs along with my mirror shard in my undetectable compartment. I changed out of my wet clothes and into black skinny jeans, a dark red t-shirt and a grey hoodie. Also with black shoes. And to finish it off I put a grey beanie on.
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I made sure my sleeves were down so I wouldn't let anyone see the scars on my arms. I didn't care if the saw the ones on my chest and back as I could blame them on fights, but the ones on my wrists, there was no way they could be anything else but self harm scars.
