Author's note: You think it's silly? Well, duh. It's supposed to be. It's a parody! Basically, the reason as to why he doesn't know about the scar is... well, there was no mirror in his cupboard. blushes Heeey, it's fanfiction... have at least a litte imagination. Bear with me here!
Disclaimer: Don't own, don't sue.

Scar? What scar?

"… gave you that scar!"
The black-haired boy stared, perplexed, at the old, crazy-looking man, who was pointing ominously at his forehead. Dramatic music was playing in the background, and the boy wondered faintly where the stereo was. He pondered if the next track was more pleasant. The present one was giving him goosebumps, and not delightful ones.
"Scar?" he said, rolling his eyes up in fruitless attempts to catch a glimpse of it. "What scar?"
The crazy-looking man's nostrils widened as he drew breath violently. "Surely you jest, young mister Potter!"
The boy just stared at him, every bit as nonplussed as before. "Mister Ollivander, I don't know what you're talking about!"

"Oh, for God's sake, here!" The shop-owner pushed a big, gaudy mirror into the boy's hands. "Take a jolly good look!" Shaking his head in an unsettled sort of way, he walked off to the counter, muttering to himself what sounded suspiciously like, "They told me he was naïve, but they didn't say he'd be an imbecile! What I have to endure… I'm so suing!"
The boy gazed into the mirror in bewilderment. "I have a scar? So that's why no one will date me!"