When I was just a baby, a very evil man came into my room, my mother tried to protect me but she was killed saving my life.
Then he tried to kill me but he failed. I was the boy who lived.
The scar he has left on me is both physical and mental. I'm trying to surpass the adversity but it's hard. Sometimes, when I feel his presence near myself, my scar actually gives me a migraine and tingles.
Very odd, but it'll also tingle when I'm gettin the **** from my potions teacher.
