AN: This is a series of short (mostly drabbly) fics reflecting on scars left by the war. So far I have chapters written up for Harry, Ron, Hermione, Neville, George, Ginny, Luna, and Draco. I'm open to suggestions for more - just leave me a review. I'll post what I've got as I have time.
Harry
Harry is used to being defined by his scar. As a baby it marked him as equal to the Dark Lord. From eleven on it marked the wizarding world's expectations of him – the Boy Who Lived, the Man Who Conquered, the only hope against Voldemort, the Chosen One, the leader of the Golden Trio. (Harry objects to that last one most of all. Hermione was clearly the brains of the operation.)
Harry never got used to people staring in wide eyed wonder at the lightning bolt marring his forehead. He never got used to the way it reminded him of his parents' death and of the war.
But he learned to ignore it. And that was nearly enough.