Beautifully Disfigured

by Romancing Heartbreak

He fought in wars. He had fought for the innocents. He had seen his own blood pouring from his stomach onto his hands, draining him of life. He had suffered all his life for others, and the cuts and scars that marred his face and body were proof of it.

"Beautifully Disfigured"

A short drabble by Romancing Heartbreak

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, J.K. Rowling does.

Gashes and scars littered his body, heavily clumped around his face. Unnamed horror was all he had seen in his life. Misery surrounded him. He suffocated because of it.

Mad Eye Moody had seen children lying dismembered on stone floors. He had seen women lying on a bed sobbing, afraid to let then men who came to rescue them touch them. He had seen things that haunted him in his dreams, in his sleep. Things that happened years ago, but still he saw everyday in his dreams, like a movie stuck on replay. It haunted him.

He fought in wars. He had fought for the innocents. He had seen his own blood pouring from his stomach onto his hands, draining him of life. He had spells fly at him from all directions. He had nearly gone insane from the Cruciatas curse. It was worth it, though. He had suffered all his life for others, and the cuts and scars that marred his face and body were proof of it.

He was beautifully disfigured.