Harry excused himself from the compartment. He had lost himself again.
He slipped the sliver knife he used for slicing ingredients in potions up his sleeve as well as a roll of gauze and nodded, silently promising to return.
Harry quickly found an empty compartment and shut the door, casting a lock charm and a silencing charm. He rolled up his sleeves.
Harry pressed the silver blade to his wrists hesitantly, hard enough to draw blood. The crimson fluid was starting to blossom.
Suddenly he cut and gasped at the feeling of blood spilling out his wrists.
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He head slid back against the wall in a daze, before wrapping up his arms and pulling his sleeves back down.
ESTÁ A LER
♡//Mute//♡
FanficAfter enduring the torture of the Dursleys, Harry just can't take it anymore. He turns to self harm. From that day forward, he vows to never utter another word again. Until Draco Malfoy notices. warning! mature themes including: •Rape •Self harm •Su...
