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Chapter 1
Harry sat on his lumpy mattress and stared out of his moonlit bedroom window with a morose look upon his face. His aunt hadn't put food through his cat flap since he had returned from his fifth year of Hogwarts school four weeks ago but honestly he didn't mind. All his mind was full of was Sirius, his godfather, and how his face had looked moments before he had been sucked into the veil. Harry never dreamed anymore. All he had was his nightmares of his mother, father, cedric and Sirius telling him it was his fault they had died and asking why he hadn't saved them.
Harry sighed as he turned his tear stained face away, trying to forget his most recent nightmare. As be moved his arm caught on his pyjama bottoms and caused him to let out a pained hiss. From each of his wrists to his shoulders the skin was covered in slashes with no order to them, some overlapping while some curved round in strange patterns. Harry had accepted them now, they were a part of him.
Even if he didn't know how they appeared there.