#bbl2

It was routine for Harry for as long as he could remember, walking with his head down from class to class. Don't look up, don't listen in, and always be prepared for a blow. It never made it easier when it came though. He still felt the pain and got the scars. He wasn't prepared for this one though. He wasn't prepare for the push to the ground, or for his bag to be dumped and stuff kicked away. He also wasn't prepared for his glasses to be stomped onmk or the kick to his face. He cried out as blood dripped down his face along with tears. He curled in on himself, clutching at his stomach when he felt a kick there, another cry spilling from his mouth. He didn't understand what he did to deserve the pain.