Scars Don't Fade (A Sad Harry Potter Fanfiction)
This is a sad story about a girl named Sofia Golde. Her father abuses her, her mother was murdered in front of her, and at school, everyone either bullies her or ignores her. She's become more than a little depressed, and even a little suicidal. She trusts no one and believes everything they say about her. What the people who bully her don't know is that she is extraordinarily powerful.
The thing is, she doesn't know it yet, either.
I Hate My Life
"Don't come back for any of the holidays." my father hissed.
"I won't." I said. Why would I? Home=physical/mental/emotional/magical abuse. School=mental/emotional/magical abuse. Which one seems worse? Home. At least here I'm not physically bullied. Much. I walked through the barrier, found a compartment, and just sat there, staring out the window, looking at all the happy families. I wish I had what they had. A life that doesn't make you want to kill yourself. I tried to shake myself out of those thoughts, but they kept coming back to haunt me. It got to the point where I had to conciously restrain myself from going to my back and pulling out my wand to "Avada Kedevra" myself. Yup, I'm suicidal. If you half the things I went through, you wouldn't be surprised.
"OI! It's Golde!" sneered Malfoy. Fudge. I locked the door before they could get in, but I could still hear the insults. I clenched my hands into fists, fingernails digging into my palm. I didn't move until I heard someone say, "Leave her alone!" I looked up. Harry Potter was jinxing Malfoy--for me? What?
"You okay?" he asked through the door. I narrowed my eyes at him; electric blue glaring into bright green.
"Why did you curse them?" I asked.
"So that they'd stop bullying you."
"Yes, but why?" I asked, frustrated. He looked shocked.
"Don't you want them to stop?"
"Of course." I said. Duh. "But I don't understand why you'd want to save me. I'm just a stupid, ugly, anorexic slut after all."
"WHAT?!? Don't think that about yourself." he said, more shocked.
"Why not?" I retorted. "It's true. I'm stupid, ugly, anor-"
"Stop it! You're hurting yourself!" he said. I wanted to laugh. I do that almost every day. I clenched my hands. Do not go get your razor, do not go get your razor...I really want to get my razor...NO! STOP! I snapped out of my thoughts. I couldn't cut myself on the train.
"I deserve it." I said to him. Pulling the curtains on the door closed, I pulled on my Gryffindor robes. Some of the older, ruder Gryffindors say I don't deserve to be a Gryffindor. They're right, of course. With a sigh, I opened the curtains. Harry looked at me, then blinked.
"You're in Gryffindor?" he asked, surprised.
"Yeah, I know I'm not brave enough. Don't make fun of me." I begged.
"I wouldn't! I just hadn't seen you before." I shrugged.
"I blend in, most of the time. Unlike you."
"All because of a stupid scar." he muttered. I winced. Scars...he has one. I have...well, a lot. "What's your name?"
"Bye, Sofia." I blinked. He was the first person to call me by my first name since...since Mum died.
"Bye, Harry." I said after a moment. He grinned and walked away. I closed my eyes. Big mistake.
"Father?" I asked.
"SHUT UP, YOU STUPID GIRL!" my dad bellowed. He was drunk; I could smell the alcohol. It made me want to puke. "IMPERIO!"
He made me hit myself and get him more liquor. Ugh. My hands were filthy with the stuff. He lifted the curse and I tried to run, be he got me with the next Unforgiveable curse, first.
I screamed and writhed in pain. Oh, God, couldn't someone understand, understand and MAKE THIS STOP, oh, God, please kill me...
It went on like this for hours while my dad laughed cruelly. Finally, he fell asleep, and I crawled to my room and cried myself to sleep.
This was my memory of last night.
END OF FLASHBACK
I sighed. My life will never get better, will it?
Yes, it will.
No, it won't.
BEEP, I'm talking to myself now.
Just fudging great.