Prologue
The scars run deep. The physical ones, like mudblood, forever engraved on her arm, and from when she used to cut. But there are the emotional ones that harbour even more pain. The ones etched into her heart, drawing not blood, but heartbreak every time she revisited them. All the ones created by the death of a friend, a roommate, a loved one. The ones created by the rollercoaster of love, and heartbreak. But of course, there were happy scars too. If a scar can be happy. More like tattoos of flowers and rainbows forever placed on her heart. There were dark times, and there were joyous times, but no matter what kind of time it was, it was a memory, and the best way to heal from the pain, is by relieving the memories. All of them.