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+

Two burning hearts that dared to break Remeber, nobody said that it would last forever. Harry Potter, the boy who lived, had always felt as if everyone he loves, he loses. This still applied when he fell head over heals for her. They were what you'd call a perfect tragedy, one of the few fairy tales without a happy ending. Go through the stages of like, love, lust, and loss with Harry and y/n as they venture through their years at Hogwarts. TW : Mentions of violence and abuse Starting in year 3 - Prisoner of Azkaban Started November 2, 2020 - Completed February 2, 2021