Prompt:
Harry trips to the past and has to make up a story to explain who he is and where he comes from. He knows that there is nothing he can say that will truly hide his lack of history, so rather than coming up with the most airtight history possible, he just says whatever he wants to everyone and doesn’t bother to filter or keep track of it.
In the end, everyone knows him as a compulsive liar and thus his secrets are safe, even when he tells them.
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Harry: And then the basilisk bit me!
Others: *scoffing*
Harry: It’s true! See? I have the scar to prove it! *pulls up sleeve to show scar*
Others: You realise basilisk venom is fatal, right?
Harry: Oh, well, there just happened to be a phoenix conveniently close by who saved me.
Others: *scoffing again*
Others: And what about that scar? *pointing* You’re not going to say you got it from a dragon or something are you?
Harry: Of course not. Those are on my ribs.
Harry: No, that scar is from where a Dark Lord used me in a necromantic ritual to restore his physical body. I was his mortal enemy you know.
Others: 🙄🙄🙄














