Disclaimer: I do not own Harry potter
Harry blinked and opened his eyes. He was resting on a soft bed, with blood red sheets covering his naked body. Sweeping dark green cloth cut him off the world outside of his bed. He knew he should be getting up, it was his birthday after all but that would mean living his warm bed. Slowly stretching like a cat he sat up, his pale moonlight skin perfect if not for a slightly raised scar from his right shoulder to his left him. Dragging the cloth back, Harry looked at the sunlight hitting the corners of his room before slowly raising and clapping his hands. Heavy curtains where they had previously been pined to the wall glided to block of the light made by the morning sun.
Picking up his grown wear it was left last night during there activities he through it one and tied it around his waist before walking to a mahogany door on the left side of his room. Stepping though the frame of the door Harry was overloaded with clothes. Robes lined the walls with muggle trousers and tops tucked in between. As today was his birthday he could wear what he what'd so walking to the back corner of the large room he picked out his clothes for today.
Dropping his dressing grown on the floor he stood in front of his wash rooms mirror and traced the scar marring his flesh and remembered how he got it.
"Freak, come in here. How dare you do that freakishness around Dudley, how could you do that in pubic? After we feed you put clothes on your back this is how you treat us by disgracing us." Spit flew from his uncle's mouth as his face turned a red then a putrid purple.
Grabbing a knife from the draw Vernon grabbed Harry by the scruff of his neck and pinned him to the table. Pulling the top from Harry's small shoulders was an easy feat as the boys bones easily shone through his skin. Harrys face was wet as tears trailed down his cheeks and dripped on to the wooden table. Placing the blade against his nephews skin slowly only brushing the surface and he began thinking of what to carve into the boys flesh.
He started with a light cuts around the boys pelvis tracing the bones that rested there before moving to the boys chest digging the blade into his right shoulder blade and slowly dragging it down the meet on of the previous cuts on his left hip.
Harry shook his head his raven blue gently caressing his face. Turning on the shower he stepped in to the water and rested his head on the cold tiles that bordered the wall of the wet room. Washing him self slowly as he was not pressed for time was a luxury for Harry normally having to go to a meeting before he was to depart to school.
After the shower and drying he slowly put on his clothes. Black dragon hide trousers pulled up toned legs, a loose ripped top was pulled on the gaps in the back showing the tattoo of an emerald and ruby incrusted dagger with a black and gold snake wrapped around the hilt and blade. Around the picture was a faint red tinge to the skin showing that it was recent and unmoving showing it was done by muggle ways