"And here lies Harry Potter, a young man defined by the scar on his forehead." At that, Ron Weasley snorted so hard, people were surprised he didn't have mucus flying out of his nose. Harry isn't defined by that scar," he declared as he stood up, looking furious.
"Oh, Mr. Weasley," inquired Minister Fudge, in the oily tone only politicians can use, "then what is he defined by? His," and here he sneered, " love for your sister?" "No" Ron said softly, "and I'm slightly ashamed that I let this farce go on for so long. Harry didn't love Ginny, or if he did, he loved her like a sister."
He took a deep breath and continued "Harry wasn't defined by the scar on his forehead; he was defined by other, more important scars. The scars on his thighs, they show how he survived his uncles sexual abuse. The whip scars on his back show how he lived through his uncle's physical abuse.
The scars on his arms show how he coped with the mental abuse everyone heaped on him. The scars on his left bicep shows how he survived being bitten by a basilisk, and managed to defy Voldemort. The scar on his stomach shows how he survived being mauled by a rabid werewolf, no offence Professor Lupin," he added to the ragged looking man. The scar on the side of his face shows how he wouldn't give in to even the strongest torture Voldemort could cook up for him.
Out of all his scars, the one on his forehead is the least important one." At that Ron left, and was never seen in respectableWizarding society again.
Harry Potter was in what he guessed was limbo, where you go before you are Judged. He looked at Ron Weasley, and in a broken whisper said, "Ronald Weasley, you well and truly amaze me," and at that he heard his name called, so, without looking back, he walked off to whatever judgment there may be.
