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Chapter 1

"Maybe if youre lucky, you'll get a scar!" Harry screamed at his best friend Ron Weasley. He had seen the basket of button pins and chucked one at the boy's head. Ron gaped at Harry as he spun around and ran up the stairs into thier dorm.

'Don't move.' a commanding voice shot through Ron's head. 'It's his own fault in the first place anyways. Why should you always be the one who has to come crawling back, begging for apology? He doesn't deserve you as a friend.'

Ron could do nothing but agree with that voice. He numbly walkled up to the dorm, stripped to his boxers, and slid into bed. Who cares about Harry? He could be dealt with tomorrow.

Harry had done exactly what Ron had done, but with more emotion. He had stormed up the stairs, burst into the empty room, yanked his shirt and jeans off, and flung himself under the sheets.

"I wish I was normal." Harry cried silently to himself. "I wish I wasn't famous. I wish I didn't have this bloody scar. I wish the only things I had to worry about were homework and soccer tryouts."

Harry courled into a ball and whispered, "I wish I wasn't a wizard and that my parents were alive." Tears ran freely down his face, staining the sheets.

Harry didn't care.

Harry didn't want to care.

All he wanted was to sleep and never wake up.