"Poor abused Potter," Harry said in a mock of Ron's voice and the boys eyes widened in shock, remembering those words from second year. Harry slowly stood up, ignoring the wands that focused on him as he slowly walked towards the mortified redhead. "Dumbledore may have told you about my childhood Ron, payed you, but you never really got to see the real me, have you?" Hermione grinned sharply, looking up at Ron, waiting for his face, and boy was it worth it. Harry wandlessly healed himself before dropping his glamours. His hair shimmered to show that it was in a man bun, not actually short, but no one was looking there. Everyone was staring in fascinated horror at the lifeless eye, the streaks of scarred flesh.