Hermione's friends and family finding out about her torture with Bellatrix and her scar too? Requested by Harmony Fitzsimmons

The Order was sitting in the Great Hall the morning after the Final Battle. There was so much that needed to be accomplished, but Minerva had ordered everyone down to breakfast. They all needed a breather.

Hermione was sitting between Tonks and Andromeda. Cissy was tucked into her elder sister's side, much like a small child would hide by the side of their parent. Reaching across the table for the coffee pitcher, Hermione's sleeve rode up.

Perhaps no one would have noticed the ugly scar marring the pale forearm, but Narcissa flinched and paled – quiet the feat for her.

"What happened to your arm?!" Tonks exclaimed, gathering the attention of the entire table.

Hermione tried to tuck her arm by her side.

"No." Tonks grabbed her arm and pushed up the sleeve. "Who did this to you?" She breathed, concern danced across her features as she stared at the scar.

"It doesn't matter." Hermione shook her head.

Minerva hissed.

"It was my sister." Cissy stared at her plate – she was pushing her food around with her fork.

"Excuse me?" Molly glared at the blonde witch.

"She's dead. Minerva killed her." Cissy swallowed. "So, Miss McGonagall is right, it doesn't matter."

"Like 'ell it doez not!" Fleur growled. "Do you know what your soeur did to 'er?"

Narcissa nodded. "I am, unfortunately, privy to that information."

"What did that bitch do to Hermione?" Hooch glared at Narcissa, like it was all her fault that her sister tortured her.

"It is not my place to tell." Cissy looked to Hermione. "It is her choice whether to tell or not."

Hermione smiled at the older witch. "Thank you Lady Malfoy. Bellatrix wanted information for me. I was… un-forthcoming with my answers. She… became angry."

Draco snorted.

"Think that's funny, Ferret?" Ron sneered.

"No." Draco shook his head. "I have seen grown witches and wizards die under lesser torture than what my aunt did to Hermione."

"So you stood there and did nothing?" Molly asked, furious.

"There was nothing they could do." Hermione shrugged, pulling down her sleeve.

Nymphadora wrapped her up in a hug. The younger witch seemed to melt into the embrace.

Narcissa looked around her sister, who had a protective arm around her baby sister. "For what it's worth, I am sorry."

"For what?" Hermione cocked her head. "If you're apologizing for what your sister did, I cannot forgive you because it's not your fault. You wanted me to be there less than I did."

"Because she believes you're less than she is." Ron sneered Narcissa.

"No, Ronald." Ginny sighed. "This has to do with your funky magic thing?"

Hermione giggled. "It does. Trust me on this, Narcissa didn't want to see anyone be tortured, much less a young witch who was fighting against Tom. And Draco just wanted to survive this war with both his life and his mother's; but if he had to die to save his mother, then he would."

"Draco!" Cissy exclaimed, turning to face her son.

The blonde boy shrugged. "You're my mother. What little boy wouldn't destroy the world to keep his mother safe?"

Narcissa buried her face into Andy's shoulder and started sobbing. It was all too much for the 'Ice Queen', Hermione's forgiveness and Draco's self-sacrificing attitude.

Hermione smiled, these wounds would take a while to heal, but they were slowly starting.