Hey guys so I saw a picture on Pinterest and it lead to this story. I hope you like it. Sorry I haven't been on in a while, I got really busy with school. It should slow down some in a few weeks, after football season.

Summary: A three-shot about the Golden Trio and their scars.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.

Hermione:

Hermione walked down the halls of Hogwarts, heading to the Great Hall for lunch. She had just finished her Transfiguration class with Professor McGonagall. It had been a month since school started and five since the end of the war. She decided to come back to finish the year that had been ripped from her and her friends. Her friends, man did she miss them. She was finally together with Ron and couldn't wait to see him and her "brother" at Christmas.

She sat down at the Gryffindor table and waved to her friends, Dean, Seamus, and Neville, before beginning to eat her lunch. About half way through her meal she heard snickers, coming from the Slytherin table. Looking up she saw Parkinson and Bulstrode snickering and pointing at her. Looking down she saw that they were pointing towards her Mudblood scar, since she had her sleeves rolled up to her elbows, since it was a warm day. Sighing, she thought about how she had gotten the scar, about a week before the battle. She ran her hand over it and thought of the people that she had lost in the war, Remus, Tonks, Dobby, Sirius, and many more. Feeling a tear run down her face, she reached up to wipe it off.

Continuing her lunch she thought about ahead to what she was going to do for Halloween. She decided to ask Professor McGonagall if she could go to the Burrow to spend the day with Harry and Ron as they go to Godric's Hallow. After lunch, she headed towards her first afternoon class, COMC with Hagrid. Heading out towards Hagrid's hut, she continued to hear Parkinson and Bulstrode snickering at her from behind. She sighed again and tried not to get annoyed at the two girls, but it was getting hard not to. Walking up to Hagrid, she flashed the half-giant a smile, before hugging him.

"Hello Hagrid, ready for class?"

(Sorry, I don't know how to do Hagrid's accent)

"Always Mia. How about you?"

"I'm ready as always."

The two continued to speak till it was time for class to start. Throughout class she heard Parkinson and Bulstrode whisper and snicker at her. After COMC, she had a free period and decided to read her book by the Black lake. Sitting underneath a tree she opened her book and began to read. About two chapters away from finishing her book she suddenly heard someone calling her name.

"GRANGER!"

Turning, she saw that it was Parkinson and Bulstrode.

"What do you want Parkinson, Bulstrode?"

"We were wondering how it felt?"

"How what felt?"

"How it felt being a mudblood. I mean, since you have the scar, you are practically branded as one. How does it feel being only seen as a mudblood?"

After Parkinson, was finished speaking, Hermione finally snapped and let out her anger on the two snakes.

"I'll have you know that I am not just seen as a mudblood. I've been called the smartest witch of my age, tell me what have the two of you been called? Huh? Let me guess it was slut duo?"

Marching off, deflating her anger as she went, she instantly regretted what had she had called the pair. Heading inside, she went up to her common room before climbing the stairs to her room. She sat down on her bed and looked down at her scar. MUDBLOOD. That's what it read, that awful name. One that she had been called many times in her Hogwarts years. Remembering the first time she had been called that awful name brought a frown to her face, till she remembered what had happened after. Ron casting the slug curse and it backfiring, her and Harry taking Ron to Hagrid's hut, Hagrid making her feel better, and just laughing with her friends. Oh, how she missed her friends.

Rubbing her fingers over her scar, she thought back to when she received it last May. Reaching up to her eye, she wiped a tear before it could run down her face. Looking down at her scar once again, she thought of all of the bad memories it had tied to it. All the times she had been ridiculed because of her blood; all of the times she thought she was inferior because of it; all that had happened in the last year. She felt her eyes well up with tears, before she remembered all of the good things that had happened because of her blood. Finding out she was a witch; meeting Harry and Ron; meeting the rest of the Weasleys; getting sorted into Gryffindor; getting together with Ron.

She realized that she had more happy memories in the Wizarding World then bad ones. She grazed her thumb over scar, with a new profound appreciation of it. If it wasn't for her blood, she wouldn't have Harry and Ron, she wouldn't have all of her friends, she wouldn't be where she was now. Smiling softly, she was proud of her scar, and wasn't about to hide it from the world, no matter what anyone thought.