Scars Can't Lie Forever
Chapter One
"Harry James Potter, you go to your room right now!" Sirius yelled at the top of his lungs.
How did I end up here, you might ask? It all started at dinner…
During the holidays, I had been wearing shirts that had sleeves long enough to cover my hand. I didn't want anyone else finding out about what goes on in my detentions with Umbridge. I just knew that no one would react kindly to it, especially Sirius. He tends to react first and think after.
Anyway, Mrs. Weasley had started to call everyone down for dinner. Not wanting to come down late and find empty food platters, I walked down the stairs just behind everyone else who had been checking out the twins' newest inventions
Unfortunately for me, I hadn't made it to the kitchen quick enough. Every seat was taken except one. It was on the opposite end of the table from where my friends were sitting, but I had Sirius seated next to me. At least he wouldn't talk about homework, unlike Hermione.
A loud, but peaceful sound filled the air during the meal. Wanting to join in a conversation, I decided to try to have a conversation with Sirius for a while. After all, we hardly ever saw each other. We probably had quite a bit to catch up on.
"So, Sirius, how have things been here at Grimmauld?" It was a question I already knew the answer to, I know, but it was the best I had. Waiting for his response, I took a sip of pumpkin juice.
"As uneventful as ever, I suppose. I haven't seen Kreacher that often though, so I guess…" Sirius trailed off, going wide-eyed. "What is that?" He was pointing to my hand.
I looked down at my hand. My sleeve had slipped down to my wrist, exposing the irritated flesh with the words 'I must not tell lies' permanently scarred on the back of my hand.
I tried to hide my hand, but it was too late. Sirius had already seen it. He swiftly grabbed my hand and looked it over.
"Who did this?" I didn't answer. "Who did this?" Sirius repeated, his voice rising.
"I did, sort of. In my detentions with Umbridge," I said it quietly, so that most people at the table wouldn't be able to hear.
"Harry, why didn't you let anyone know?" I turned my head away, refusing to answer. "Why didn't you tell me?" Sirius was shouting at this point.
Heads were now turning to see what was going on. Hermione and Ron shared a look, obviously guessing what had happened.
"Harry, how long has this been going on?" Once again, I didn't give a response. Sirius took my head in his hands firmly, but gently as not to hurt me, and made me look at him in the eyes. I, however, was not giving in so easily. I shut my eyes tight and shook my head.
"Harry James Potter, you go to your room right now!"
I obediently sprinted up the stairs as fast as I could. I did not want to face the full wrath of Sirius. What I needed to do was to think of what to tell him when he asked me again. Knowing Sirius, he would never leave a situation like this unhandled.
I guess all I could really do was wait and prepare myself to answer.