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Chapter 10: Remedies
Harry stood stock still, slowly unclenching his fingers. The small Gryffindor glanced at the empty portrait of the Fat Lady, before leaving.
Five minutes later Harry appeared in the Room of Requirement a small, but adequate bed in the center of it. A fire roared in the hearth and a bathroom branched off to the left.
Harry walked into the bathroom, stripping along the way. He waved is hand carelessly and hot water and soap filled the white and gold tub. Gingerly stepping into the too-large fixture, he allowed magic to wash his weary body.
Hissing, he raised his hands to eye level. Glaring, red crescent moons stood out on his pale skin. Further along his arm, h noticed the same set of five, healing from yesterday.
"No," Harry whispered, he didn't want it to heal, it was his.
No one else had made it, just him. It wasn't a sign of punishment from his uncle, not a bruise because of Ron's temper, and not the Voldemort- related scar on his forehead.
It was his.
An eerie smile appeared on his face as he summoned a clean razor and dropped his glamor. Cuts appeared along his abdomen, neck, ams, and legs. New and old cuts rose from the 'unmarked' skin and harry brought the razor down slowly to his thigh. He carefully carved in HP, and allowed the scalding water to wash away the blood and the razor, before he got up and went to bed.