the boy scratched at the skin on his wrist so hard it bled. he'd been doing it all summer. so much so that the skin on his left arm was nothing but scabs and irritated skin. it itched. it constantly fucking itched and it hurt. but the subtle pain was a decent daily distraction from his mind. and harry liked that. there's only so much dark magic a person can suffer before it leaves a mark. harry potter 8th year fanfic WARNING: 18+

Winter has it all: money, friends, a boyfriend and more. But when she learns that someone in her school is out to get her, she seeks help from Peter and Sam to find who is seeking revenge from her. Will she find her antagonist?