  Harry hated nighttime now. After a great day he had recieved a terrible nightmare. It was the time when Sapphire first began punishing him for not loving her. A nice scar, that had thankfully faded, on his right leg. He still sometimes rubbed it whenever he thought about the scars he received living at the Ashton Manor. Just like he fingered the S.I.A on his collarbone whenever he thought about his failed escape attempts.