He glared hatefully at the Toad that he was forced to call his Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher. He almost snorted, some teacher! He winced as he came back to reality. Thoughout his inner rant he had forgotten the pain that he was inflicting on himself by being forced to inflict those dread words into his skin again.
I must not tell lies
The raw pain of it had long since numbed into a low throbbing.
I must not tell lies
I must not tell lies
I must not tell lies
Over and over, the same words into his skin.
I must not tell lies
I must not tell lies
Causing scars that would never fade
I must not tell lies
Harry wondered what Ron and Hermione were doing while he wasted his evening repeatedly slicing open his hand. Ron would probably be thinking of Quidditch and Hermione would still be thinking of the conversation they had had with Sirius in the fire. Sirius....
I must not tell lies
Sirius was becoming increasingly frustrated with the little assistance he was permitted to give the Order. Harry hoped he wasn't as reckless and Hermione made him out to be. He needed Sirius, his only remaining family.
I must not tell lies
He didnt know what he would do if Sirius died. Harry paused, and rested his head on the desk.
"Something the matter Potter?" said the sugary sweet voice. "Are you finally beginning to realize what nasty lies you have been spreading?" She gloated with a wide smile.
Harry didnt answer. Again he began.
I must not tell lies
I must not tell lies
I must not tell lies