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Peppymint's Fanfiction Blitz of 2018: Day Four of Seven
Flame
A small, scrawny boy with flyaway black hair and bright green eyes sat next to a dark lake. Shoulders hunched, tiny hands clasped tightly in his lap. It was cold. But Harry didn't care. He had other things on his mind. He had thought, that day when Hagrid had brought him his letter; that he had finally found a place to belong. A place where he would fit in. One where he wasn't a freak.
For one glorious month, that dream had almost come true. The boy-who-lived stuff was annoying, but everyone said that Voldemort was dead. Hopefully they would get over it. Any hope that he really was normal though had come crashing down when Hermione tripped in the hall and scrapped her hand.
It's just a scratch, his friend had said. No need to see Madame Pomfrey. Why a couple weeks and you won't even be able to tell it happened. And Harry's mouth had snapped shut.
"A couple weeks," the eleven year old mocked. "Just a couple of weeks." His eyes burned, but Harry refused to let any tears fall. Don't let anyone know they hurt you. That was a lesson he had learned from the Dursley's years ago and he had learned it well.
Taking out one of his potion knives, Harry pressed the edge firmly against the tip of one of his fingers. His face was impassive as a small stream of blood ran down his hand. It didn't last long. It never did, a line of purple fire sealing up the cut in seconds, not even leaving a scar behind. A little water from the Black Lake and no one would ever know anything had happened.
Clearly, whatever those flames were, they weren't magic. Harry wasn't about to go looking for answers either. Not when hiding them was so much easier, at least that is what the boy told himself. Harry had never been able to fit in with his family, no matter how hard he tried. But this time he would he swore. He was Harry James Potter, wizard, and nothing else.
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Poor Baby
There is no way, even with what is written in the books, that a normal child would have come through a childhood with the Dursley's without permanent damage. Harry's going to be even more depressed when he figures that out.
