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... alfoy stood in front of the mirror and took his shirt off.
In between the pale, brown scars, you could see the smooth skin of an 11-year-old boy.
The scars were running down, sideways, and in the most random directions on his torso. Some were on his chest, stomach, waist, arms, and shoulders, and some were sprawled on his back like the lashings of a whip.
Eighty One.
Draco had counted them early in the morning after what happened in the Gryffindor Common Room. The ...
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