White Scars

Friends (in the making)

I raise my arm to knock on the glass before opening the door of the cart. The two inhabitants turn to face me, both with surprise evident on their faces. Opening the cart I wasn't sure what to say, my breath hitched in my throat.

"There you are, I assumed my brothers ran off with you. Come and take a seat, there's plenty of room." Well if we were to ignore the current litter plastered all over the room and seats. Ron begun to move some of the rubbish to make room for me.

Over the past few weeks I had begun to get a bit closer to Ron, both of us felt like outcasts in the same house. As an obvious interloper it was nice to relate to someone else in that same aspect, rough for Ron that he felt that way at all. Still, this was more assertive than he usually behaved. Perhaps rebranding himself in school?

"Thanks, yeah they were up to some stuff earlier."

"No doubt bad. I'll introduce you guys."

"This is my roommate who's currently staying with us, Kiyotaka Ayanokouji."

"Oh, I see. Pleasure to meet you. Why exactly is it you're staying with Ron's family?"

"..."

"Uh, it's a bit complicated. He only really found out he was a wizard recently and there was some other trouble. But he's been with us for a month now."

"I'm sorry! It was a bit rude to just ask that."

"...It's no problem. Ron and his family have been really accommodating towards me I'm grateful for them."

"...Sorry, and you are?"

"Oh, this is Harry Potter. The Harry Potter. You know the boy that lived. Crazy, right?"

Boy that lived, what's that? All I could do was tilt my head as if verbalizing my own confusion.

"Look he's got the scar and everything!" The bespectacled boy quickly parted his hair and revealed an intriguing scar in the shape of a lightning bolt on his forehead. No doubt related to the titular 'lived' of his signifier. Lived through what is the question? Also when did this event take place, boy could mean any part of his life from birth till now. I mean we were only just entering the school, at most he would be 11 years old.

"...Right. Sorry, I don't know you."

"...Weren't you there when we talked about it in the house?" I have no recollection of this conversation, and my memory is pretty solid.

"I don't believe so?"

"...Strange I could've sworn the whole family was there, plus you're usually around the house..."

The only time I was absent from the house were trips with other family members or the one occurrence I had met with my guardian prior to our Gringotts's visit. That's the only possibility unless I missed the cult meeting whilst I was asleep.