Title: Scars

Author: Ally P.

Email: ally@antlercreeklodge.com

Disclaimer: All characters belong to JKR. All ideas belong to the wishful mind of me.

Archive Rights: My LJ, my site, Azkaban's Lair, anywhere that wants it? AS LONG AS THEY ASK!

Rating: PG-13?

Summary: Thoughts on scars.

Feedback: Anything is welcome. Flames will only feed my angst.

Category: Pensive thoughts? Not quite angst. Not quite happy fic.

Pairings: SB/RL

Author's Notes: I whipped this up in about 15 minutes :\. This is my first completed HP fanfic. Constructive criticism is highly appreciated.

Scars. They tell a story. They are a roadmap of failures and triumphs written on your skin. They can describe the best time of your life, or a time you wish had never happened.

Scars on my chest and stomach mar the entirety of my flesh. The wolf is not a forgiving creature. It didn't like that I thought that my mate, a creature much like myself could kill those who I loved and who loved me in return. Moony couldn't accept it, I did. He made me pay in the loss of flesh, blood, and sanity. He was right too. I will never doubt him again.

The man I love also has more than his fair share of them. Then again, when ahs this world ever been fair or kind to us? Not now, that's obvious, but once it was. Once it was amazing. Hogwarts had been far too lenient with us. We had no essential information about the real world. We were truly free of mind and body while we were there. Yet, we all still have a few scars from our boyhood days. Scars such as those are cherished. They remind us of better times, times when we didn't care much past passing our classes.

Now though, my lover's tanned flesh is cloaked with them. Each of his wrists has thick pearly scars covering the veins. Azkaban has not been kind to him. Even though he has survived and that is more than anyone else can say.

He turns his back to me, not speaking. I won't be ignored. He claims that it is because his shame for the scars on his body. I know that that is not the truth. I know he fears that he will be too different that the last Sirius I loved. Therefore, that I won't love him anymore. He fears the dark void that he is slowly slipping into. But I know that I will always be there to catch him. I will always be there should he lose his grip.

The boy who is now as much Sirius and my son as he was Lily and James' also has scars. After all, he is The Boy Who Lived. He is famous for one of his scars. Other than that he doesn't have many physical imperfections. All of his scars are on the inside. He defines emotional turmoil. He has been feeling guilty from the get-go. He blames himself for the death of Cedric and his own parents. He insists that if he hadn't been born Voldemort would not have come after his parents. I wonder if he knows something we do not. I have only ever heard rumors and theories as to what happened that fateful Halloween night. I'm sure Dumbledore knows; he just doesn't share. Perhaps he doesn't think that we are ready to learn the truth. I think it doesn't matter whether we are ready or not. Especially Harry, he just deserves to know. He shouldn't be kept in the darkness any longer.

We are all haggard and worn nearly through. We all need a good rest; a time to lie down and relax. But that won't be happening soon. We still have to strive to survive. We still have to suffer and bleed for those who are too afraid to admit the truth. Though, we are willing to do it. But only because we know that if we await the awakening of the world it'll be too late; too late to even have a chance at success. So we fight, we survive; because isn't that what life is all about?