Scar less
Scar less
Harry woke up in the morning with a burning pain in his head. He couldn't remember any thing of last night. He got up and looked at himself in the mirror. He was admiring his silky black hair when he realized that his scar was...gone (Tung...Tung...tunnnnng).
Knock...knock...knock. "That must be Gin..." he started but the Knocks interrupted him.
'Coming!" he said.
He opened the door and his girlfriend walked in. giving him a little kiss.
"Hi Harry!' she said happily as she looked at him.
"Your scar's gone! I thought that headmaster Albus said it might never leave."
"I'm as surprised as you are" shrugged Harry, absentmindedly rubbing his forehead. 'But my head still hurts."
"So, Have you started your project?" she asked.
"No." said Harry. "I was hoping that I could do it with you."
"Oh! Lets start then!" she said, happy at the thought that he would do nothing without her.
"But first..."said Harry, "We must do this..."
Then pulling her closer to himself, he started kissing her tenderly.
When they finally pulled apart, Harry looked at her with eyes that said, 'Did we have to stop?'
She laughed at his expression.
"The project, remember?" she reminded him.
"Oh, that." he said. "Can't that wait?"
"But I want to know about your great grand father Harry!" she whined.
"You know, he did save the wizarding world. He also had a scar and he was soooo brave!" she added dreamily.
"Hey! I had a scar too. Why don't you ever admire me like that?!" said Harry.
She laughed.
"Coz...he got it after he survived Voldemor's attack. You got it..." she said, poking him in the chest and then kissing him on the cheek.
"Because you cut yourself with a pair of scissors.''
"Let's have break fast." he said, changing the topic.
"Okay" she said seeing what he was doing.
And then the both went downstairs.