"You're such a loser Potter, couldn't even get sorted into Gryffindor, you unless git," the bullies shout.
A punch strikes my cheek, I can already feel the vessels breaking and a bruise beginning to form on my already swollen cheek. I had grown accustomed to the daily beatings; I've never told anyone either, James would go ballistic.
Instead, I hid away in Moaning Myrtles bathroom, silently patching my wounds, trying not to disturb the estranged girls sobbing. After finally reaching the bathroom, I can let it out, the hot and heavy, tears that have been blurring my vision for agonizingly long minutes finally fall, leaving wet tracks across my pummelled face.
"Why," I murmur, the anger bubbling at the surface, "Why me, why does all the bad shit happen to me," the wet drops of salt tinged water continue to fall. "I'm the great Harry Potters child, why am I such a disappointment."
My reflection isn't exactly a pleasant sight, black and blue spots, blotched with the redness of anger; and puffy, inflamed eyes mirroring every emotion I could possibly feel, the intense green no longer cheery. I was so focussed on the pain I was feeling, I almost missed the crimson o the walls.
Blood, was my first thought; the thick, almost jelly like liquid on the walls, the mirrors, every piece of available wall space was covered in scarlet red, bold lettering.
The one whose namesake great, shall not exceed adulthood, he shall perish, as those before him have, unless he obtain, the objects of ultimate power.
The strength of the words knocks me flat on my backside; no, not another prophecy, all of the great oracles were killed when He-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named rose to power. This can't be, this person has to be insane; where did all the blood come from, what poor creature was killed for this intention, the prophecy was too much for my already emotionally drained mind..
Was it referring to me, who else could it be talking about, I'm doomed, that's the only thought passing through my mind until complete black covers my vision like a warm fuzzy blanket of complete unbeknownst. My life, had just begun.