That night. The night that changed everything. I can't breath as I run. Where to was a mystery to me. All I know, is that Dumbledore is not on my side, that I am just a tool. 'I can't go back,' I thought. 'He's going to send me back.' I grip my arm, which was bloody, open wounds covering it, and continued to run until I run into someone. "Oh Merlin, I sorry, I have too-" "Potter?" I look up, and almost faint when I see the Potions master towering above me. TW: Rape, suicide, self harm, and abuse. NOT SNARRY! HARRY IS THIRTEEN/FOURTEEN IN THIS FIC! PLEASE DO NOT CONSIDER THIS SNARRY!!!!!! Do not repost on any other website/account without my permission.
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