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Chapter 1: Scars

He watched in amazement as the blade smoothly slid across his arm for a 5th or 6th time, trailing a long beautiful line of crimson blood, glaring up at him. He smiled sadly at his results. His arms were a mix of old scars and new bloody cuts. They were his way of showing his inner pain, his scars of pain and sorrow.

Putting his prized blade back in it's hidden place under his pillow, he didn't even bother cleaning or bandaging his wounds. He wanted them to scar. He couldn't care less if they got infected. He quickly put on his softest long sleeved shirt, so as not to further irritate his sensitive wounds. Harry Potter left his dormitories with his true emotions once again hidden behind a mask of emerald green eyes.

" Harry what took you so long? Lunch is about to start lets go!" Ron said impatiently as Harry walked into the common room.

Harry stared at his food longingly. He was starving but he knew it would make him sick. Making an excuse, he left to go explore the halls and take his mind off of the tempting food. Little did he know that a certain Potions Master had noticed his sudden exit. Something didn't feel right to the professor.

"I have double potions with Slytherin then I'm finally done…oh shit! I have occlumency lessons with Snape tonight. Damn it! Well I better head to potions then…"

Entering the potions class early, Harry slouched into his seat and began to take out his materials for class. Soon after, students started filing into the classroom.

"The instructions are on the board, I want a sample on my desk by the end of the class. You may begin." Snape said as he entered the room.

Upon finishing a pile of graded papers, Snape chanced a glance at Harry.

"That's odd. I've never seen Potter's eyes that color." Snape thought as he noticed Harry's eyes being blue-green instead of their usual emerald. He studied Harry to see what the color meant.

"I can't read his face but his eyes look so sad. Why would Potter be sad?" Snape wondered, hiscuriosity growing by the minute. "Guess I'll find out in 2 minutes."

"Potter stay after the bell please. I need to talk to you."

"Yes sir."

Just seconds later the bell sounded and everyone but Harry started filing out of the room.

" I am going to extend our Occlumency lessons by one hour tonight to make up for not being here during our next dated session."

"Yes sir. When are we gonna start?"

"Go to my office and wait."

"Whenever you're ready Potter." Snape said as he took his wand and pointed it at Harry.

"I'm ready."

" Legilimens."

Harry's memories started to flood Snapes' mind. Harry making breakfast for the Dursleys'. Harry's 11th birthday. Harry cutting his arm….HARRY CUTTING HIS ARM!

"Oh shit…he shouldn't have seen that!" Harry thought as he quickly shot a random spell at Snape, ending the parade of memories. Harry glanced up at the clock on the wall, "Damn it! Still have an hour left!"

"What was that Potter?"

"What was what?" Harry asked with a glare.

Snape's face softened, much to Harry's surprise. Harry had every right to grieve, but why would he harm himself?

"Harry why would you do that to yourself?" Snape asked….softly?

"Why would you care as long as I can block Voldemort and kill him and be everyone's hero…"

" Harry it's not like that, we just want you to be safe."

"Yeah right." Harry said as he stormed out of the office and up to his dormitories. "I'll show them safe." He said angrily as he pulled his knife out from under his pillow.