Prologue
Harry moaned as the knife sliced through his pale skin, allowing crimson blood to seep out and run down his skinny arm. Taking the knife in his blood stained hand he made another slice, this time on the opposite arm just above the elbow. The blood from both arms poured slowly onto the white mattress of his bed.
For once Harry was glad that it was a four poster bed he slept in, the fact that he could pull the hangings shut for this task helped the guilt seep away uncontaminated with the fear of his friends seeing him butcher his own body, if any of the other boys found out what he did, they'd put a stop to it for sure, they wouldn't understand..
Grabbing his wand, he magically tied bandages around his wounds and started to clean up the mess he had made. "Scourify" he whispered as the blood stained sheets cleaned themselves to show no sign of the horror that had taken place just moments before. He then put the blood stained knife in his robe pocket and slipped out of the boys dormitory to the toilets on the other side of the hall. He had to get himself cleaned up before anyone woke up, casting the appropriate cleaning spell, as it was dangerous to use Scourify on a persons body, a chalk white Harry looked back from the mirror, deep emerald eyes now clouded with fear.
Grabbing a towel from the rail, he slowly and methodically wiped his arms and shirt down, pressing hard enough to graze and burn his skin, not that he noticed. Pain was something Harry had grown accustomed to, this was the reason he sat on his bed late at night, slicing his own skin. It was to feel something. Every slice held back the numbness that filled his body and let him feel human for a few short, blissful minutes.
He would have allowed the blood to seep for longer but that could cause him to pass out, if he passed out then someone would find him lying in a bloody heap in the middle of his bed. This would cause unwelcome questions, something that he definitely didn't need right now.
After cleaning the toilet he crept back to his bed and silently snuck behind the hangings of the four poster bed. He stowed the knife away under his pillow and threw himself onto the bed, where he quickly drifted off to an uneasy sleep.
To anyone looking in, the-boy-who-lived seemed normal, apart from the pale colour of his skin and his fitful sleeping pattern he looked like a normal boy, who would have guessed what really went on behind closed curtains.
"Ginny!" the sleeping boy muttered softly.
A/N: Sorry everyone, I wont be able to update for a while because my teachers have decided to make my mum take away my internet so that I will do my homework, anyway, I'll find a way about it, just hold on, it'll be out as soon as I can get it there!