Cicatrices- Marks That Remain

Rumination

Happy Sunday, wonderful readers! I hope you are all well and ready for the chapter!Unfortunately, after today, I will have to resume the publishing schedule of every other week in order to preserve the quality or the work and to try so that I do not run out of chapters to give you as things begin to speed up in my life again. A lot of chapters are weaving into each other, and having the cushion of being able to go back and edit is what we need right now. If I do happen to have an excess of chapters again, I will be able to go back to every week.

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"Hey." Harry felt tense all over. He sat down at the edge of the blue sofa, resting his elbows on his knees and clenching his hands together. His heart was going a bit fast. And for a second, he wondered why on earth he brought himself here to voluntarily talk about his problems. Like a complete idiot.

"Hello Harry. I'm glad we could meet again, especially today. Your next session isn't until Tuesday... Do you want to talk about what's brought you here?"

"Stop treating me like your enemy!"

"Stop acting like you know anything!"

CRACK!

Harry blinked. Drawing in a breath. I made my bed. Now I lie in it. Just tell her. Harry's leg began to bounce.

"I had a fight. With Draco."

"Ah, He's that man that's tied to the case, right? That you mentioned is staying in your flat. What happened?"

Was, his mind corrected bitterly. His gaze fixed itself on a spot on the wall. As he prepared to explain what happened two days ago. He mentioned giving Draco the book, telling him that Hermione was actually the one that found it, how Harry got irrationally mad when Draco started talking about Muggles like it was some awful thing, and how Harry just...

"-And I don't... I don't know what happened to me, I- it was like he we were teenagers all over again. Like he was being a prejudiced git and I- I dunno... I got really mad at him. I think I... might have scared him."

Then Dr. Sereno asked him how it makes Harry feel that he might have scared Draco. And Harry said he didn't like it, and he continued to try and describe the fight, even though it was all one big awful blur, to him.

"-And one thing led to another.... I don't really know how it happened, but he shoved me, and I... panicked? And I sent a burst of accidental magic that blasted him into the wall. He left the flat without another word. I haven't seen him in two days..."

And she asked him what he meant by panic, and to describe what he felt. And Harry had never really done that before. Describing the feelings of being at war; that was what he decided it was: like he was at war- white noise, overwhelming static, everything greyed out, like he was in danger and needed to fight. Dr. Sereno asked him if that had ever happened to him before. Somewhere, distantly, he remembered being strangled by Uncle Vernon and sending an accidental blast of magic that electrocuted him.

And then Dr. Sereno said the word trauma. And it was like the low toll of bells sending vibrations across Harry's brain. He began to feel a bit far off. Somewhere, he thought of Hermione's book, which he still wasn't even halfway through.

Harry's not sure how or why, but then that made him bring up the meeting at Willow Buds, and how everyone had looked at him like he was odd when he mentioned that he couldn't speak until he was six. And then Dr. Sereno made him realise that he never paid attention to how these things- these... traumas... shaped him.