Years after the war when life was peaceful and serene and sometimes even a bit surreal Hermione Weasley found herself sitting at her kitchen table reading the Quibbler. She almost smiled when remembered what the magazine used to be like under the guidance of Xenophilius Lovegood, ever since Luna had taken over the magazine, while still full of vague ideas and little evidence, it was actually an interesting read.
She looked up a smiled when she took in her four year old daughter running towards her with outstretched arms, picking up Rose and placing her on her lap she continued to read the magazine in front of her until her daughter spoke,
"Mummy, how did you get this?" Asked Rose who had carefully patted her mothers neck where Hermione knew there was a straight and thin scar that ran half the length of her throat where Bellatrix had once held her to ransom. Although the question was asked in the innocence that only a child can muster Hermione was instantly taken back through the years to a dark and dank room where she lay screaming on the floor, just begging her captors to stop hurting her.
If Rose felt her mother tense beneath her she gave no sign of noticing as she traced a finger over the picture set in the articles of the magazine that lay forgotten on the table. In the end it was Ron who walked into the kitchen and saw his wife sitting with their child on her lap and a stricken expression on her face. Swooping in he picked and Rose and laughed and joked with her until she ran off to play in the garden and then he turned back to Hermione who was now standing and about to turn away. Without a word he picked her up in a bone crushing hug as he whispered comfort to her.
Hermione hated her scars, they were reminders of a past she'd rather forget.
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