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OOC: This is a continuation from my first story.

Harry woke up with a nasty feeling. Could it be his scar? He decided to run his fingers on his forehead and rested it on top of his scar.
"What's this? Why I can't feel my scar anymore?" he thought.
Suddenly Hermione entered the room. "Guys, get up. It's September 1, and we have to hurry or we'll miss the train. Har--," she stopped and forgot to close her mouth. "Have you tried looking at the mirror lately, Harry?"
With this, Harry stood up and went to the talking mirror. The mirror laughed hard which made Ron wake up.
"What the..?" Ron muttered. He looked at Harry, "What's wrong, mate?"
But before Harry could say something. Ron went into a fit of laughter, later being joined by Hermione. For Harry, famous for his scar, didn't notice that dirt accumulated in it, which made the scar, not only unnoticeable, but also looked ugly and disgusting.