A/N: My first fanfic so I don't know if it will even work.
Forgive me if I mess up (which I probably will)
Disclamer: I own nothing (except an ugly scar on my forehead
as result of a golf ball.)
Based on a true story.
How Harry Really got His Scar
Everyone
seems to think Harry's scar on his forehead is from the Avada Kedarva curse.
And in saying that you would be wrong. This is because the Avada Kedarva goes to your heart (makes it stop beating).
So there actually is a big starburst thing on his chest if you ever get the
chance to look there. Anyways, the lighting bolt on his head that was there
when Hagrid picked him up was bright red and he assumed it was a scar. But it was just blood that never got wiped
up and rolled down his head in the little creases in his forehead in a
lightning shaped manner. After Hagrid and Dumbledore dropped Harry off at the
Dursley's they never saw him again until he came to Hogwarts. The real lighting
scar didn't come until Harry was nine years old…
One summer
day, Uncle Vernon had to play a golf
game for business and had to bring the family along. Seeing that Dudley was now
so fat he wouldn't ever be able to swing the club, and also knowing that Harry
couldn't be seen, he sent the two boys down to the creek that ran through the
golf course. Even though Dudley was afraid something in the water would eat
him, Harry got him to come in. They were walking up the creek, feeling around
for golf balls on the creek bottom. They had found a whole bunch too. But fate
wasn't on Harry's side that day, because the evil Lord Voldemort had recently
discovered the muggle game of golf and had become addicted. He had a horrible
shot and had already blown four clubs and eleven golf balls to bits out of
frustration.
Meanwhile,
the boys were coming to a particularily rocky spot so they got out and walked
in the rough by the creek. They just happened to come out on the hole that at
the Dark Lord was on. Lord Voldemort
had already hooked it three times and was about to curse the caddy when
he spotted a boy way off to the side of where his shot was supposed to go.
"Harry."
The Dark Lord said with the most evil of evil smiles on his face. Knowing his
shot was extremely horrible, and he could not hit the ball straight, he
calculated he could hit Harry in some
important spot and make him die. And even if it didn't kill him it would hurt
him extremely right?
A devilish
grin was glued to his face as he teed up in his yellow and pink plaid knickers
and golf hat. With all his might, he swung at the ball, making that funny ping
noise it does when you hit it.
Down near
the banks of the creek, Harry was waiting for Dudley to heave himself out. He
was watching the golfers at the nearest hole. From the distance came a cry of
"FOUR" (a/n: or "FORE"- I don't really know which one they use) and laughing.
Harry recognized that evil laugh from these horrible nightmares he kept having.
Harry tried to look at the golfer more closely when he realized that a golf
ball was headed straight for him. Dudley had just gotten out of the creek and
didn't see it, but Harry seemed to be paralyzed with fear. Everything slowed
down to slow motion. The bushes seemed to be parting in front of the ball to
make way for it, making it look as if it was destined to hit Harry.
"What do I
do?" Harry thought. He tried to move but his legs seemed glued to the ground.
"Oh poop," he said as the golf ball got closer.
"AAHHHHHH-"
THUNK. The ball knocked Harry around and to the ground. He could hear
that evil voice in the background laughing his brains out. Dudley was
sniggering in the background. There was an immense pain in Harry's head and he
thought to himself. "Ow."
Voldemort
apparated to next to Harry. "Bullseye! 10 points for the Voldemeister! Whoo
hoo!!" and he started doing the 'I'm evil and just hit someone with a golf
ball' dance around Harry. Harry's head was spinning. He heard sirens of an
ambulance, but couldn't manage to get up. By the time the paramedics got to
him, his wound had magically healed and all that was left was a scar in the
middle of his forehead that looked a lot like lightning.
"How did that heal so fast?" Harry thought to himself. He
shrugged to himself-
"Oh well, as long as my head doesn't hurt anymore." Meanwhile, Voldemort had
disapperated when the muggle paramedics had come, so he wouldn't be blamed(not
that he cared).
Two years later, as he was
preparing to leave for the train station, he traced his scar with his finger.
To make himself not sound like a total loser, he decided to tell everyone that
was the scar that Voldemort had given him (because it was in part true right?),
because the scar he was infamous for was actually on his chest, and was really
quite hideous. And that is the true story of how Harry got his scar.
Okay, I know, stupid-but I am
really bored and I was hit by a golf ball in the head-err-I mean an evil lord
tried to kill me. Anyways, this was only my first try so don't totally roast me
alive with all of the flames you are gonna send me. Especially since I was hit
by a golf ball and it hurt beyond belief. So when you send me flames they make
my scar hurt and burn really really bad. Ok?
