Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to JKR, I'm just playing in her world for a while.
Scars. Everyone has them, she supposed.
Some were useful, Professor Dumbledore had one that was a map of the London Underground. How often had Professor Dumbledore RIDDEN the London Underground. However, that was something to ponder on another day.
Some were evident. The scars on Ron from the brain, Hermione's scar from Dolohov. You could see those scars. They were scars that were never hidden.
Some scars were connections. Harry's scar connected him to MANY things. It connected him to Voldemort. It connected him to his world. He would have given those things up in a second, if it meant that his parents were still alive.
Some scars were deeper. They were hidden. Some scars never, ever heal. The scar on her heart was that kind of scar. The scar that came about when she watched Hagrid carry Harry out of the Forest. Even after she realized that he wasn't dead, even after they got married, the scar hasn't healed. She says that she is proud that her husband is an Auror. What she doesn't say is that her heart cries every time he leaves on a mission. That she is afraid that he won't come home, that she will have to see him die all over again.
Every one has scars, she supposed. She just wishes that hers had healed a little more completely.
This it the first thing I've ever written. It came to me in my sleep last night, and wouldn't go away. I don't know if there is more to this or not.