Lionesses of Gryffindor
Lavender Brown.
She wasn't a fighter. She was a lover, a hormonal teenage girl with crushes on the men in the band The Weird Sisters and Quidditch Stars. She wasn't meant to be rolling in the midst of battle, shooting curses and even resorting to muggle fighting.
But somehow Lavender Brown was sorted into the Gryffindor House along with the famous Harry Potter, her next school years would be filled with danger. Somehow Lavender found herself in the heat of battle, she found herself rebelling aginast the Carrows and surviving the Cruciatus Curse. She found herself healing the wounded and comforting the young cubs of Gryffindor House. She found herself face to face with Dolohov, Rookwood and Avery. She fought just as hard as anyone else.
Lavender truly found her place in the war. A mother to the young of Gryffindor. A healer of the wounded boys that came trooping in every night waiting for her attentions to their hex burnt arm and chests. She helped everyone get to bed. Made sure every light was out and every guard was posted. She made sure everyone ate and that everyone's health was reported straight to their Head of House. Lavender Brown was a fighter, but still the lover in her was strong.
Lavender bore the scars of a battle veteran, from the ones that Greyback bestowed upon the left side of her face down to her breast bone, to the thin sliced scars on her upper arms from some of Alecto Carrow's more slowly inched torture.
Many cringed when they saw her face, the left sagging low, open and raw. It was red and constantly itchy. It cut over her left eye and dragged down below her neckline. She wore v-necks and t-shirts, not bothering to cover up her tokens of battle. Her own token of bravery. Only when it was cold would she cover up and even then her scarves all were in dark reds and gold's patterned with lionesses roaring. Lavender was prideful, prideful of her House and of her scars.
Her mother, a moth headed pureblooded witch begged her to get it fixed up or get a potion to disguise the terrible scars. Not seeing the beauty that showed through scars. Not seeing the bravery and courage her daughter portrayed on her face. Lavender immediately balked at her mother's idea, stating that it was her right to wear these scars, showing every coward that ran from the fight what she stood for. What they ought to have stood for. That they should have stood by Harry, by Dumbledore and the Banners of Hogwarts. She was especially showing these off to every damn Slytherin 5th year and higher, they ran like cowards when it came down the wire. They hid away, then they came out and saw how many of their peers they lost, how many were scarred and how many were insane.
Oh yes, Lavender was especially showing these scars off. Lavender was all about pride, she has an abundance for it and she also held grudges. This one would last her entire life.
Lavender was born to be a lover. But somehow along the way she became fighter. A Lioness of Gryffindor House who fought and bleed just as any other, just as Harry did. Ron did. Hermione did and so many countless others.