Disfigured

6

Corin had decided, after her episode in Moody's class to write her mother about two things- her panic attack and her boy troubles. Her heart was torn between Harry and Malfoy, and only her mother would be able to help her out.

After Corin's near breakdown, she could tell that her friends were curious as to what had happened to her that made her so distressed in that class. She was numb, however, her mind focused on the task at hand. She needed to write her mother, desperately.

Dear Mum,

How have you been? I hope you're coping by yourself at home. Sorry I haven't been that good at writing, I've had stuff on my mind, mainly Edwin.

Our DADA teacher is Mad-Eye Moody, and he said that he had known Edwin due to trouble that he got into. But I'm suspicious of Moody. He demonstrated all three unforgivable shots in class. That's one of the reasons I'm writing to you now. I told Moody what I did to Edwin after I had a breakdown in class- Madam Pomfrey fixed me up, don't worry.

Edwin aside, I'm having boy troubles. There's this really sweet, kind, brave and adventurous guy that I like, and there's this narcissistic, rude, bad boy that I cant help but find myself drawn too. I'm not sure who I should pick, and thought that you might've able to help me out.

I've made loads of friends, but don't expect to keep them as I'm planning to tell them tonight. I'll let you know how that goes next time i write you. Hope you stay safe.

Lots of Love,
Corin

Corin sighed and sent the letter off with a school owl, as she didn't have her own. She wanted the tawny bird fly off into the clouds with powerful flaps of its wings before it disappeared from Corin's view. She turned around, stretching. Harry stood in the doorway and Corin jumped.

"Harry! Hi?!?" Corin said, shrieking out her greeting. She clutched her heart. "You bloody scared me."

"Sorry," Hart replied, not seeming sincere at all due to the quickly spreading grin across his face. "Hermione told me you might be up here."

"That little rat," Corin replied, shaking her head in disappointment. "I told her to keep her mouth shut. Walk with me?" Harry and Corin left the Owlery together, speaking in hushed tones. Draco Malfoy rounded the corner and scoffed at them.

"Got yourself a girlfriend, Potter?" He sneered, jealousy burning in his eyes. "Shame she's out scarred you, Scar Head." Corin snorted but kept walking with Harry, her neck flushed.

Corin threw herself down into a squishy armchair after having Harry collect Ron and Hermione, who were bickering about Quidditch. He returned with the two of them and Corin, attempting to be ominous, waved a hand at them so they would sit down. Corin smiled a mysterious smile, but Ron snorted and soon enough, they were all giggling.

"Now," Corin said, coughing to get everyone's attention. "We've been friends for a few weeks now and I know you're curious, so I'm going to tel you all the tale of my scar." Ron rubbed his hands together and leaned in. Corin snorted before regaining her composure.

"The story starts when I was a child. My father was not a good man. He had given up his magic, along with my mother to hide away from both the Death Eaters and the Ministry. But then I showed signs of magic," Corin's tone was bitter, all signs of joking gone. She gave her friends a dry smile. "My father was paranoid that he would be found out because of me. That day, I fell out of his favor. He began to use his magic to torture me, trying to do everything to keep it out. It worked, for a while. I was so scared to do magic that I just tried to hold it in until I was eleven, and I exploded at last. Literally. Our house went up in flames, I sent out a blast of magic so powerful. I was lucky that I didn't become an obscurus. My father, dying because he had been standing next to me, in the heart of the blast, used his ast breath to curse me, to scar me so that Voldemort would know of my power. My scar isn't just a scar- its a cursed one, like your's, Harry. Except mine is a message that I am a danger."

"That's... that's horrible," Hermione said. Corin gave a short, humorless laugh.

"That's not the worst of it. My brother, my sweet little baby brother had been in the house. He died too, that night," Corin's voie was quiet, tears in her eyes. Suddenly, she burst and started to sob. "I get it—if you don't want to be my friend anymore. I'm a murderer." Hermione gave her a comforting hug, ad Ron patted her awkwardly on the shoulder. Harry stared at her sympathetically.

"Of course we still want to be friends with you, nothing that happened that night was your fault," Hermione said and Ron nodded.

"Besides, it sounds like he deserved it," Harry said, before an awkward pause filled the room. "Why would your mother marry him?" Corin wiped away the last of her tears shakily.

"I dont know that whole story, my mother never really told me, but from what of it I've heard is that she got intrigued, and then she got pulled in too deep. Then, I think her parents arranged a marriage to him," Corin smiled at her friends. "Sorry for my breakdown, I don't talk about this a lot..." she trailed off, staring at her scarred hand. They all had an awkward group hug and then went to bed. That night, Corin was haunted by her past once again.

Corin sat in the grandfather clock where her mother had hidden her just moments before. Her breath hitches when she saw her father drag a man into her view. A tiny whimper escaped her. He was holding her mother's wand, something that had only ever meant trouble for Corin.

"Edwin, I swear, I didn't rat you out," an unfamiliar voice, high with anxiety echoed through the silence. The dealer came into view, and Corin didn't recognize him, but she saw the mark on his forearm that mirrored the one of her father's arm. "I would make the unbreakable vow on it." The man was trembling in fear as her father inched forward, a snarl growing on his face.

"If you haven't sold me to the Ministry yet, then you will. Your word means nothing, traitor," Edwin's voice was calm, but his face was livid. Sparks erupted from the wand in his hand. He pointed it at the man and Corin felt sick. She knew what was coming.

"I swear to you, I would sooner die than rat you out," the man said, his voice quiet and trembling in a last ditch attempt to save himself.

"And you will have your wish," Edwin said, a twisted smile on his face. "But if you so insistently tell me that you are not the traitor, who is?"

"I—'' But the man was cut of by the pressing of a wand to his throat. Tears filled his eyes. "Please, my wife..."

"Knew what she was getting into when she married a death eater," Edwin said calm, even though there was murder in his eyes. "Hopefully, she knew what she was getting into when you planned to betray me." Corin felt tears sliding down her cheeks and hugged herself tightly.

"Edwin..."

"Goodbye," Edwin said, a sneer on his face. "Avada Kedavra!" A green light blinded Corin and a sob caught in her throat. The man lay there, slumped, a look of horror on his face, his eyes glassy.