Chapter 1
Self harm is a dangerous thing. At first you do it whenever your sad, next every month and soon your doing it a couple times a day. Self harm is a battle that you can’t win alone.
Harry wondered why no one had ever suspected his coping mechanism. He had went through more than any child had ever gone through. He started cutting when he was 9. He can still remember what it felt like to drag the piece of glass across his skin the first time. The searing pain, and then, the relief. Locked up in his cupboard beaten blue and black, he drew lines all over his skinny figure. It became his secret. No one could ever find out.
When he started school at Hogwarts, he tried to find quiet places to cut. He hid in broom closets, making lines on his skin with his wand and pretending it was ok. It should’ve been ok! He was away from the Dursleys, he was learning magic, he had no reason to be unhappy.
In third year he met his godfather, and it felt like all his problems were solved. With Professor Lupin and Snapes help Sirius was proven innocent. The following year he went to go live with Remus and Sirius.
Now it’s 5th year and things are getting bad again. They always get bad again. He’s currently sitting in number 12 grimmuald place and hiding in his room, trying to ignore the voices telling him to tear his skin open.