Authors Note: This is an original charrii/Harry fic. If you already have a problem with that, don't bother to read. If you have any questions about Aliceson, feel free to review and ask.

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I really wish I knew about myself. All I remember is my orphanage in Dublin. There was nothing unique about me, except for the lightning cut directly in the center of my forehead. The caretaker of the orphanage told me it was nothing more than a wound from playing too roughly with the other children. That can't be the truth.

Who am I?

Why can't I remember?

I can't help but wonder.My scar means much more than that. Especially since. he has the same scar.