A/N: The prompt word for this was "Scar".
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Fading Reminders
"They're fading, Ron, really."
"Yeah," Ron touched his own arms lightly.
"That's a good thing," Harry reminded him.
"Is it?" Ron asked and he looked at Harry hard. "Should I i really /i be rid of them completely? At least the scars remind me that I should never be that kind of person again, they remind me of everything that I have to lose, and all I have to fight for."
Harry touched his own famous scar. It would never fade, he didn't have that luxury, but because it was there, he knew why HE was here.
He recorked the potion bottle.
