Remus Lupin was no stranger to scars. In his time at Hogwarts most people were intrigued at how a boy so young could have so many and many asked him before they learned of his shy disposition. When he left the safety of the Hogwarts walls people began to realize what those scars meant and as soon as they realized they recoiled from him. From what he was.
As he got older the scars stayed the same apart from the fact that they took longer to heal and there were more of them; peoples reactions never differed either, he was still feared and loathed by people who passed him the streets and detested by people who thought they knew him without ever meeting them.
The worst thing was that he was used to it. Whenever someone refused to serve him in a shop or spat at him in the streets he didn't care anymore. The scars were a part of him. A part of him that he hated and wished that nobody could see, but wishing wouldn't make it better. It was his scars that alerted people to the fact that he was different before he even had time to speak to them.
And then the unthinkable happened; a young bright witch bounced into his life and accepted him, all of him, and somewhere along the way he fell in love with her.
As Remus looked down slightly at the woman standing in front of him he saw the gentle smile that danced across her face in the dim fire light as she reached a hand slowly towards his face. He closed his eyes and suppressed a shudder as he felt her trace her fingertip down the side of his face and across his jaw as she followed the jagged but barely visible scar with her hand. Ever so carefully he cupped her cheek with his hand and brought his face down to meet hers.
Yes, he was hated by a majority of the public once they learn of his affliction, and yes, the scars that littered his body may have been the reason people avoided him but as he held his wife in his arms he knew that he would not have changed a singe detail of that moment because she loved him more completely than he could comprehend. Scars and all