Some scars run deeper then others

Disclaimer: The characters belong to JKR.

AN: This is another ONE SHOT, I wrote last night at about 3am when I couldn't sleep.

AN2: Annoyed grumblings anyone else having trouble uploading their stuff? this took 38 tries to get up (Yes I was bored so I counted)


Here we are again, both so stubborn, neither willing to surrender. Not now. Not ever. We know this argument, we've done it so many times now, both remembering our steps like a well planned dance.

I turn to look at him his long black silky hair falls over his face, its makes a shield. But also a cover.

"You should be proud of your scars, not try to hide them!" I say it softly, this is a change from the normal shouting. He blinks at me then replies,

"You say that and yet you do the same thing!" I hear the anger in his voice, I can feel my anger rising too.

"That's not the same!" my voice snaps at him across the dimly lit dungeon.

"Oh?" he sneers, "How is that?" he folds his arms across his chest and glares at me. I've taught him well.

"You earned yours. Mine are self inflicted." My hands grasp the other wrist automatically, they always do.

"I didn't earn mine, the price was too high to pay." He sighed sadly. "Scars make up who we are Severus, never try to hide that." He turns and I watch him walk into the bedroom, head down. He's worn out.

We both are.