Harry Potter One Shots

Scars :: Harry Potter

A/N: this has mention of self harm, if this triggers you or if you can't read this kind of material, please skip to another chapter, remember you are loved and many people care about you 💕💕

Y/n's pov:

Every day when I walk through the corridor, something bad is being said about me and it isn't always positive, in fact, it's never positive. It's always negative. Whether it be about me as a person, my relationship with Harry, how I'm a disgrace to my house, you name it.

In the past I had self harmed, to try to get satisfaction to make myself feel better from the harsh words that stabbed me in the back. But I had stopped after Hermione had walked in on me, I had promised her to never tell Harry, which she swore to, knowing how hard it is to cope with bullying.

It's been a month later, and the scars are still on my wrist, and my thighs, but thankfully it's winter so I'll be covered and Harry won't see them. I wore long sleeves, but they would peek through if my sleeves rose up. I tried a charm to hide them, but I felt like I couldn't do it.

I wore mittens that covered up to my wrist, and did all in my power to keep the rest of my arm hidden, which I had been doing well at. That is until today, when Harry and I were cuddling at the burrow, as Ron had invited Harry, Hermione and I to celebrate Christmas with the Weasley family.

The Weasley's and I were close, Ron being Harry's best friend kind of meant I was also a good friend of his. Ginny and I got along well, as she never had anything bad to say about anyone.

Mrs. Weasley had put me and Hermione in Ginny's room, but I would often go to Harry's room when things got too much, but all he knew was that I couldn't sleep and wanted his warmth.

Tonight was a snowy night outside the burrow, snow sprinkled from the sky creating a beautiful sight. I was in Harry's room that he was sharing with Ron, and was sitting on his bed, drawing shapes on his bare chest.

All of a sudden, Harry grabbed my wrist, my stomach felt like it was in my throat as I watched him roll up my sleeve, that revealed the nasty scars.

"Love, what happened?"

"I couldn't do it anymore Harry. I couldn't take any more of the name calling and bullying. So that was my only option."

"When did you last do it?"

"A month ago."

"A month ago? Y/n what happened to us sharing our problems with one another? To take on the world as a pair."

"I got weak, I am weak. Pansy has no problem letting me know that I'm nothing but a weak, disgusting disgrace to y/h."

"The fact that you stopped for a month doesn't show you're weak. You haven't gotten back to it. You are beautiful, and everyone in this burrow knows that and loves you for you. Just please, never hurt yourself again, promise me."

"I promise Harry, thank you." I kissed his cheek and laid my head on his chest, as he kissed each individual scar on my wrist.

A/n: I thought this turned out very sweet, remember if you are dealing with anything, you ARE loved, you have people supporting you.