A/N: This story is one of a group of loosely related drabbles I'm referring to as the "Daddy's Little Girl" series. I currently have three of them written, but there's one or two more that I'm hoping to get up some time before the end of summer (feel free to pester me if I don't follow through with that). If you like "Scar," keep an eye out for "Pink" and "Thunder." As usual, I don't own any of the characters.

Scar

"What's that Daddy?" Lily was only just four, and still fit easily in her father's lap. She had tugged on the neck of his t-shirt in her climb, and discovered a rounded mark on his chest.

"That's a scar."

"A scar?" She wrinkled her nose.

"It's an old boo-boo," he explained, gently pushing the paperwork he'd been perusing aside.

She eyed it warily, poking the slightly disfigured skin. "Does it hurt?"

"Not anymore, no.

She stared at the spot with great concentration, her tiny brow furrowing just the way his did when working something out in his head, then said decisively, "I'm going to make it better," with a nod of her small head.

Harry watched in amusement as she shuffled down off his knee and said to him sternly, "Stay right there, Daddy."

The tiny redhead returned a few minutes later, now armed with a roll of toilet paper. "Lily, dear, what—"

"Shh!" she scolded. "You're my patient, Daddy, so you have to keep quiet."

"Oh, okay," he agreed, playing along. Really, Harry was a complete pushover when it came to his youngest child. All she had to do was look up at him with those big round eyes and he easily caved to whatever request she made.

Lily scrambled back up into his lap and began wrapping the toilet paper around his chest, making him feel a bit like a mummy. "Hold this," she instructed, and he obediently kept the end of the roll in place as she began the difficult process of "bandaging" him. Harry began to look over the reports again, all the while keeping his arm around her so she wouldn't fall.

Once Lily was finished, she surveyed her work. "There. Now I have to fix the rest of you."

"The rest of me?" he asked with mild surprise.

"Yep. I wanna fix all your cars!"

"Scars," he corrected, but Lily was already working on Harry's most famous scar, the lightening bolt on his forehead. She knocked his glasses askew as she wrapped the "bandages" around his head, humming an odd little tune to herself as she worked.

Just as Lily was finishing up applying the tissues to her father's head, Ginny Potter walked into the kitchen, and was very confused by the sight that greeted her. "What happened here?" she asked curiously. Her husband now not only felt like a mummy, but had started to resemble one as well.

"I'm fixing Daddy's scars," Lily explained, as if it were obvious.

Ginny's mouth formed a small "O" of understanding as Harry added, "I'm her patient."

Lily nodded, then threw her tiny arms around his neck and planted a small kiss on his cheek. "Did I make you all better, Daddy?" she asked eagerly.

He looked into her big brown eyes, the ones that always made him melt, and said sincerely, "You have no idea how much, love."