He ran from the his home, the old mansion, as fast as he could, his hazel hair getting soaked with rain from the storm.
"Barron?" He heard his mother call his name from the party at his home, "Barron!"
But he kept running, his sharp blue eyes filling with tears. What was happening to him? How is this possible? What does this mean?
He stopped when he couldn't run anymore. Barron could no longer see the wedding party, so he sat down at the base of an old oak and looked down at his hands again.
The scar was spreading.
It has always been a mysterious scar, shaped like a branch of a tree or a system of roots on his palm. Whenever he asked his parents about it, they would get quiet and send him to his room, with the explanation that he was born with it. But Barron, being the curios lad he is, kept asking them only to get the same answer.
But now the scar was spreading, as if the roots were growing. It was envolping his while hand and creeping up his arm. He desperately tried to wake up, as if this was just a dream. But this wasn't.
Barron knew this wasn't normal, but he didn't know what to do. Who could he turn to? His eyes filled with tears again and he pulled on his hair, frustrated!with himself.
What is happening to me?
Note: okay, very minutely inspired by Harry Potter. Also by Your Healthy Year and anothermommyblogger.com for the name and it's meaning(warrior)
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The Slip
FanfictionThe week after Sirius died, Harry is constantly pestered by Snape during potions class. That's when he lets a secret slip. Other short stories If you don't like Harry Potter, skip to the sixth part. I don't own Harry Potter! Most credits to J. K...
