"It's a shallow life that doesn't give a person a few scars." – Garrison Keillor

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Tom: His scars are an echo of his power.

He has seven scars exactly. All different shapes and all different sizes, yet they are one and the same. Made in a flash of green light, the remnants of something that made these scars are locked up and hidden away. All that is left is a jagged, gaping sore that is split seven ways.

Sometimes, in his darkened musings when there is no-one around, doubts creep into the corner of his mind. Is all the scarring really worth the immortality? Is it worth ripping yourself apart, so that not even a former shadow of who you once were is left? Then, it comes to him like a bolt of lightning – maybe seven isn't the most powerful number of all. It's the most destructive.

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Regulus: There's one scar he regrets getting.

Of course, it's not so much a 'scar' but rather a mark. Still – it bears the same description: something that's gained through pain or as an experience and something that will stay with you forever. A blemish, a scar, a mark: they're all the same thing. Naturally, he gained it to please his parents. It was never a case of trying to outshine his older, and now disgraced, brother. At least, that was what he always told himself.

But then, as he grew up (and he had to, in the dark circle that he had now included himself in,) he realised that being a 'Death Eater' was not all he had expected it to be. His older brother was in jail – accused of a crime he know he didn't commit – and the Dark Lord had turned his back on the promise Regulus had made to him all those years ago - to make a better world. From his point of view he'd only made it worse.

Destroying the locket wasn't the hard part. It was dying in the knowledge that no-one, despite his final good deed, would ever know about it. At least, that was what he thought.

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Luna: She doesn't mind the scars.

It's all part of the job really – being a naturalist. The War taught her to love others scars, and in turn she'd gained and eventually come to love some of her own. On her first date, with her then boyfriend Rolf, she'd worn a strapless white dress that showed off all her scars in their glory. At first, he didn't believe that they were scars that so 'tainted her skin,' but she'd laughed and replied "I rather like them – they're part of who I am."

Her favourite scar is the one she'd gain in fourth year. She'd been trying to shake the Nargles from the mistletoe and had successfully walked straight into a sharp corner of an open door. It reminded her of not just her time at Hogwarts, as she believed there were better things to remember from her time there, but of her innocence of things around her. Of course now, Nargles aren't exactly her main problem. It's the Crumple-Horned Snorkack she has to look out for.

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Terry: His scars aren't important.

A paper cut on his right index finger, a burn mark from the many practices that were held in the Room of Requirement, tiny white lines underneath his eyebrows where the Carrow's shattered his glasses – whilst he was wearing them. The jagged, harsh line along his leg where he'd cut it against the table whilst under the Cruciatus Curse. No, they're not important. None of those marks are important.

As an individual, he doesn't view himself as generally 'very important'. Of course, being made a General in the 7th Year for the DA helped – but he only saw himself as part of a stronger unit. One that was willing to help and overcome the influence of the Carrow's as soon as possible. Besides as a Ravenclaw, he knows that he's not particularly measured on 'face-value' unlike the vast majority of the Gryffindor's and Hufflepuff's. He's counted for his intelligence – and if one were to cut down deep enough, through the scars and the blemishes he has gained, one would see that his blood runs blue - very much like the Ravenclaw Crest emblazoned on his robes.

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Next up are: Draco (as a request from dracocrazy322), Hermione, Oliver and Marietta.