KALOPSIA - JAMES POTTER

Chapter 3

Amara helped her friends get ready, claiming she was far too tired to go out that night.

Lily was wearing a white mini-skirt with a shirt underneath a cream sweater. She topped it off with her black boots and rings on all of her fingers.

Marlene was wearing loose jeans with a oversized emerald t-shirt that matched with her white and green converses.

Mary wore a short black dress that reached her upper thighs and tall black heels. Her legs were fully on display and Amara had to pick her jaw up off the floor as she saw the three of them standing together.

Dorcas had left early to help out the Hufflepuffs in sorting out their Common Room.

After the three left, Amara locked the door and walked to the bathroom, taking off her shirt to look at the scar on her stomach. After using the cream she frequently gifted Remus, it didn't look fresh, but she didn't really like the look of it either.

It wasn't magically-induced, nor was it too deep, so Amara knew it would eventually fade. She felt her ribs, not feeling immediate pain like she had the day before. She knew she would have to relax for a few days and not over exert herself, or she'd be dealing with a lot worse than some bruising and shortness of breath.

Looking at herself, Amara tilted her head in the mirror. She'd been through many dark times, one of them being her Fourth Year where she hardly ate. The only times she did was around the girls and she'd immediately rush to the bathroom to vomit it all out.

Lily had figured it out soon enough and helped Amara sort out her eating habits, hoping she wasn't too late to realise. After going back home that summer, Amara's father abused her, both verbally and physically, hitting her and telling her she was far too skinny and didn't have 'padding' anymore to protect her.

That was when she first fought back. And that was the last time.

After she grabbed his hand to stop him from punching her, he pushed her to the ground, picking up pieces of glass from the bottle and cutting her with it.

That's was when he realised that he liked to do that best, meaning that she would hardly show her face around the house, tip-toeing around and not sleeping without her door being locked.

When Amara came back to school, she tried to help herself. She ate more and more frequently until she knew that she was eating healthily. She didn't gain much weight in her stomach, most of it going to her thighs and ass.

She hated it at first, but realised that regardless of what happened, she really was beautiful. She looked at her body less in mirrors, not wanting to stand there long enough to demean herself.

But now, as she stood in front of the mirror, it wasn't her body that disgusted her. It was her father. Those scars would be there and forever and there was nothing she could do about it.

She felt the tears building up in her eyes, putting her clothes back on quickly and getting in bed. She closed the curtains and placed a silencing spell around it, crying into her pillow heavily.

Amara was hardly alone for too long at Hogwarts, but whenever she was, she would always break down. She had a thousand thoughts crossing her mind at once.

Would she ever have the courage to leave that house?

Would she ever be able to have a boyfriend or girlfriend that wasn't disgusted by the scars?

Would she ever let herself be comfortable enough to let someone see them?

She closed her eyes and fell asleep, streaks of tears still on her cheeks and her pillow wet.