On December 25, 1987, Petunia gave Harry Potter a Christmas gift he will never forget, a scar unlike any other, by pouring scalding hot water onto the left side of his face.
The once adorable Harry Potter was now horribly disfigured. This is the story of the many challenges young Harry will face as a social outcast.
They always stared at him, no matter what, it didn’t matter what time of day, they always looked at the scar.
Never once did they ask about his name or even what he liked, it was always the scar. It wasn’t until his first suicide attempt that people started caring about him. Even then, he didn’t trust them.
“Nobody likes me, nobody loves me, I am worthless.”
He got onto his knees clasped his hands together, and whispered softly, “God, if you’re up there, kill me please.”
Is there someone who can mend the poor boy‘s heart, or will he fade into obscurity with self-loathing?