Harry never had a true childhood... so with his abusive family out of the way, tons of deaths blamed on him, and no Voldemort. he decided he was gonna live have a good old time for his last year of schooling!
even if that meant being resorted into s...
Harry's Pov: I knew I had to go in 3 days. Most people would say "Oh no! Why would you go back there!! You have tramua?!" Damn right I do! But sometimes if it means chaos (and a new drinking buddy) I am more then fine with dealing with that stupid tramua... But before I go I want one more Tattoo. I have 3 in total so far. 1 for my Hogwarts house
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On the back of my left hand. Simple and it doesn't cover the scars (the blood pen scars [Idk if there on his right or left hand but I'm this story there on the right hand!) Then I have one for hermione
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a hour glass because of the time turner (my Hermione is Pansexual) And one for Ron
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His was a joke... But also it was the first one. I forgot to mention! I did them myself... I was gonna do more but now I have to go back to that gloomy school, but one more can't hurt! I get out my tattooing kit and start it up. I start the black outline to the heart and the grave. I do the curved black likes for the heart. The curly writing just like my dead lovers... I feel the sharp sting of the needle piercing my skin. Over and Over and Over. It was only half the pain he felt. His death was fast but painful. I look at the now complete shaky tattoo on my wrist
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I sigh. I knew I had been Bi for years. I never had the guts to tell anyone until I met Cedric. I lost alot of first to him... My first kiss and my first death watched... Death of a friend anyways. There where lots after that. I sigh and walk to the fridge. Grab out a beer take a swig. Realize that it taste disgusting... But I still keep drinking. Later after throwing out the empty brown bottle I stumble to my room not bothering to change and slump into bed... Good night self, sweet fuvking dreams. 348 Words! Okay first of thank you to alveenawritesfor asking for a chapter on this because 1.Writing this made me tired enough to where I should be able to sleep 2.I really enjoyed writing this and doing the horrid little drawing. I hope y'all also enjoyed and I hope this lived up to y'all's standers. And YES There will be more small Tattoos! Nothing to good because my drawing sucks! Night -Alex
