Hello, first, I would like to inform you that English is not my mother tongue, so you will probably find many grammatical errors in this fic. I'm sorry for this.

Second, TRIGGER WARNING (TW): This chapter deals with problems of depression and self-mutilation.

The storm danced outside while Lorcan Potter watched through the window. The dark room exuded a sad, somber silence as Lorcan wrapped his legs in an embrace, resting his chin between them. July 15, 2010 and October 25, 2009 were the worst days of his life.

As tears fell on his face, Lorcan lifted his shirt and began to pinch himself hard. His belly was full of bruises caused by himself, but the feeling of relief when he finished hurting himself, mixed with the feeling of pain and anger, made him hurt himself several times.

Pain ran through his body for a while and then, when he thought it was enough, he stopped, relieved.

Looking at the red wound left on his skin, one of several others, Lorcan lowered his shirt again and looked at his bed, bending down to pick up a box.

This was his secret box. It was where he kept his most precious possessions.

When he opened it, he found it: a picture of his parents smiling and waving at his 9th birthday party. The Marauder's Map that his father gave him. His tambourine, a Muggle musical instrument that he used to calm himself. Pebble found on one of the beaches in Brazil during a trip with his parents at the age of 8, where he also won the tambourine. And a necklace of symbols he found at the home of the late grandfather Xenofílio Lovegood.

His other necklace, the one that kept Nargle away and that his mother gave him, was already around his neck. He never took it off.

Lorcan picked up the tambourine and tried to absorb its sound while swinging it close to his ear. Touching the necklace his mother gave him, he closed his eyes reflecting how much he missed her, as well as his father. He felt so much pain in his heart - even physically, making him feel nauseous - that sometimes he just thought about how good it would be to die and find them in heaven. Maybe if he went to the street, some Death Eater would kill him quickly and that way, he wouldn't have to worry. Not that he had the courage. And anyway, Lorcan knew that the Death Eaters were not merciful to kill him quickly, no, they would make him suffer for what his father was.

And he knew that his parents would not want him to go to heaven at such a young age. They did everything to keep you safe.

Lorcan took the photo from the box and looked at it again. He would do anything so that he could bring them back.

Wiping the tears away, Lorcan put the photo and tambourine back in the box and looked at the necklace with his grandfather's medallion of symbols. He liked to look at the necklace sometimes while trying to decipher it, his rings moved, but nothing happened.

Looking at the symbols, he approached the heart symbol with a circular symbol located at the bottom edge, as if it were a puzzle, and then, to Lorcan's surprise, something happened. The necklace started to shine.

-W-What?

Surprised, Lorcan quickly took out his wand - which had been left on the floor - and a flash appeared from all sides. He tried to touch it while he looked at all that light that came from everywhere and seemed to come out of it, but it was not palpable. Then, a deafening noise began to emerge from all sides. With his hands to his ear, Lorcan started to scream, he couldn't take the sound and all that light anymore.

The last thing he saw was his aunt Hermione entering the room in exasperation.

Until everything went dark.