ABC Drabbles

B is for Blemish

Warning: Angst, Hurt/Comfort

" Avada Kedavra"- English

$ Avada Kedavra$- Parseltongue

-Avada Kedavra-  Thought Speech

Harry was covered in blemishes. Top to bottom; inside and out. In fact, if you spoke to certain people, they would insist that Harry was a blemish, himself.

The first thing blemished about him was his skin.

Words like FREAK, MONSTER, PATHETIC were carved into his skin by his loving Uncle. Blistered, puckered, little circles showed were Dudley put out his stolen cigarettes after a round of Harry Hunting. Twisted scars covered his palms like a mitt; hidden under a thin glamour. These were from his aunt when Harry cooked an unsatisfactory meal. Who knew stove tops hurt so badly?

Harry was also covered in scars from his misadventures at Hogwarts. Nothing ruins the complexion quite fighting Basilisks, Dragons, and Dark Lords. They left more raised welts on Harry's skin. More reminders of what a blemish he himself was.

The second thing blemished about Harry Potter was his soul.

It was a shriveled little thing. Stained by helplessness and hopelessness until no light remained. He had been so often and so harshly battered by the cruelty of his family, his peers, and even his world, that he was withered away.

Maybe he was just a Freaky, Attention Seeking, Pathetic waste. If so many people believed it so, then so it must be. That was when Harry lost the will to pretend.

He lost the will to live when Sirius, the only one who was more lenient of his blemishes, died.

He lost the will to fight when he was captured by the Dark Lord.

He lost the will to resist the first time the Dark Lord took him.

And while Harry knew deep inside that Voldemort was evil, and was his enemy, when the Dark Lord kissed Harry's blemished skin, Harry felt pure. He felt whole, and free. Was it really so wrong for him to be with this man? So wrong for one blemished soul to find sanctuary in the tattered remains of another?

Harry's musing was put to an end when the Dark Lord flipped him over and bared him. The green eyed boy relaxed in the elder's grasp, putting up no struggle. For it was only at the height of his defilement that Harry had ever felt pure.