Harry Potter swore loudly. His hand was pressed to his forehead (coincidently on his scar) which was hurting pretty badly. He and Ron were having lunch at Hermione and Ginny's apartment and he'd just gotten out of the bathroom. He was just about to leave, but then he noticed that he had something on his cheek. He looked in the mirror to get a closer look and he washed it off. Nothing would have gone wrong if he hadn't had the door partially open. He turned around and hit his forehead (his scar in fact) on the corner of the door. He was now pressing his left hand to his scar which is where we left off.

Harry walked into the living room where Hermione and Ginny were sitting on the couch. When Hermione saw him, her face paled. The last time that she'd seen him with his hand pressed to his scar, Voldemort was at the height of his power and was feeling especially angry. After seeing him with his scar in pain all those times, it was enough to make most people freak out if they saw it again. She jumped up and started freaking out. "Oh, no! Your scar! What's going on? Voldemort died over a year ago! How can your scar be in pain? He can't be coming back! That's not possible! Maybe it's just some after effects of getting hit by the killing curse twice or something!" After she rambled like that for a while, Ginny stood up and decided to take care of the situation herself.

"What happened?" she mouthed.

"I ran into the door," Harry mouthed back.

"I'll get some ice," she mouthed back and summoned some ice from the kitchen. Harry sat down on the couch and Ginny wrapped up the ice in a wash cloth and took his hand off his forehead then blurted out, "You're bleeding!"

"What?" Hermione shrieked. "That's never happened before even when Voldemort was extremely angry!" Hermione plopped down in a chair looking like she was about to faint.

"Was goi' o'?" Ron (who was eating a sandwich) asked. He'd just walked into the room. He swallowed. "I heard Hermione screaming. What's going on?" he repeated.

"Harry ran into a door and Hermione is freaking out for no reason," Ginny said simply. She pressed the ice to his forehead and summoned a bandaid.

"Oh? That's it?" Hermione asked.

"Yeah, pretty much," Harry said.

"Oh, well, never mind then."

"Yes, you don't care when it's nothing," Harry grumbled jokingly.

"I still care," Ginny grinned and Ron groaned.