Two Pieces of a Riddle

'Harry James Potter, July 31, 1980'

As he wrote, he felt a terrible sting from the back of his hand. He ignored it and finished his writing, but by the end, the pain had become unbearable. It felt like someone had taken a knife to the back of his hand and started to slice it up just for the hell of it.

He felt something warm and wet trail down his hand and fall onto his too-big trousers. Harry looked at his hand, staring back at him was his own atrocious handwriting, etched into his own skin, droplets of blood leaking from the scraggly lettering.

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'Hermione Jean Granger, September 19, 1979'

As she wrote, she felt a sharp sting coming from her forearm. Curious she rolled up her sleeve and saw the words she wrote etched into her arm. her eyes widened as she watched a small droplet of blood trail down her arm, staining the fabric of her trousers and it dripped off her arm.

The words stared back at her, seemingly taunting her. She knew that it wasn't her real name, this one was given to her after her parents adopted her. She hoped that this test would reveal who she truly was.