Scars
He rubbed his left forearm out of habit hating the thing that was on his skin. Yesterday when he had been giving Hugo a bath he had pointed at it and asked him what it was, and he had, had no explanation at all for his son.
"I wish I had never become that kind of a person." He said to himself.
"I'm not." Said his wife as she walked in, making him jump a little, she laughed "Sorry I didn't mean to scare you."
"It's ok." He sighed.
Hermione put her arms around her husband's shoulders, "Do you know why, I'm not sorry that's who you became?"
Draco looked up at her, "No why?"
"Well because we never would have gotten married if who you had become and who your father was. I would have never been captured and you never would have saved me. Not to mention I never would have gotten to punch you third year." She laughed.
"I guess you're like a broken vase that's been fixed."
"What do you mean?" Draco asked confused.
"Well you are fixed and a new person, but you will always have cracks or in this case that mark, to remind you of what has happened in your past."
"Yeah I guess you're right, I still regret everything I did though."
"Yes and you probably always will. But maybe that dark-mark can be a reminder to you of how much you have changed, and a reminder of what could happen if you go back to that life."
He stood up and put his arms around her waist, "You're absolutely right 'Mione, thanks."
She kissed him, "No problem love."
