The first time Bill Weasley had looked in the mirror after being attacked by a werewolf had shocked him senseless, but not for the reason that most people thought. It was a curious experience to look at a mirror and not recognize the person who was looking back, to know that the face you once had is gone forever.
No, it was not his appearance that was the worst aspect of being attacked, it was other peoples reactions. His mother had taken one look at him when he had first woken up and burst into fresh tears, sobbing as though someone had died. When he could finally use his voice well enough to ask what was wrong she told him what had happened and passed him a mirror. After getting over the initial shock of not reorganizing his face he did the only thing that came naturally to him at a time like this.
He laughed.
Molly Weasley froze in her seat at the sound and looked at him with tears still over flowing onto her cheeks and a question in her eyes. It was then that Bill had to explain to her that scars didn't detail who or what you are, they only showed what had happened to you and to be quite frank, he didn't give a shit what other people thought about him.