A/N: Hi guys. Just a little one-shot that came to mind while I was obsessing over Scabior. All reviews are appreciated and I really hope you like it!
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or the song Perfect by Pink. There, are you happy?
Scabior entered the area where the wounded were being treated in the remnants of Hogwarts. There, in a makeshift bed, she lay. Seeing her savaged form brought what he had been doing into sharp relief: he had fought for the losing side. He had fought for the wrong side. Against her protectors. Against her.
Made a wrong turn,
once or twice Dug my way out,
blood and fire Bad decisions,
that's alright Welcome to my silly life
She had always been against his… occupation. Yet she had accepted him and loved him. She had nursed him after the incident with Bellatrix the night they caught Potter. She, despite being Muggle-born, had risked her own safety and defied the protection of the Order to come to the camp to see him under a guise.
It was no secret to the men that they were involved. Even when Greyback called her "Scabior's whore" she did not blink an eye. When he had escaped Malfoy Manor with crushed vocal chords she had sat in his tent, by his bed, singing him to sleep. He could still hear the song she sang in his head.
Pretty, pretty pleaseDon't you ever, ever feelLike your less thanLess than perfectPretty, pretty pleaseIf you ever, ever feelLike your nothingYou are perfect to me
And now there she lay, a deep gash in her chest and beads of sweat collecting on her forehead. It took all his self restraint not to let the tears in his eyes spill over. Slowly he walked to her and summoned a chair. At the sound of his footsteps, she opened her eyes a fraction and he saw that she was crying.
"I'm…so sorry," she choked out.
"Love, you got nothin' to feel sorry for," he smiled at her and mopped her brow with his sleeve.
"I do," she gasped, "I just wanted to protect you… I shouldn't have broken from the Order!"
During the battle, she had been stationed in the midst of the Order but, seeing that he was in danger, she had rushed out of the ranks, throwing people out of her way to get to him. That was when it had happened. Greyback had seen her running towards him and lunged at her. She would be dead if he had not blasted Greyback away from her.
But not before she had been scarred.
He was shaken from his memories of what had happened by her voice.
"I'm sorry I'm not pretty for you anymore…" she sobbed.
He couldn't think what to say to that. He wanted to say something to reassure her that, regardless of her scars, she was still beautiful and he would always want her. Then the song she sang to him came to mind. He would not say that he could sing but if it would help to reassure her, he would try.
He lifted her to cradle her against him and sang,
"Pretty, pretty pleaseDon't you ever, ever feelLike your less thanLess than perfectPretty, pretty pleaseIf you ever, ever feelLike your nothingYou are perfect to me,"
She smiled through her tears as he finished.
"Oh, come on love, was my singin' that bad that you need to cry?" he asked her in a mock-offended tone.
"I'm so glad I have you," she smiled, "you saved my life,"
"Yeah well, I've been lookin' for an excuse to curse Greyback for a while now,"
She gurgled a laugh but stopped abruptly.
"Will I… will I be a werewolf now?"
"Nah, I reckon you'll be a bit like Bill Weasley. You know, take your meat on the raw side an' all that,"
She sighed in relief. He smiled, seeing her calm down.
"So," he said casually, "shall we see if old Pomfrey thinks you can be moved?"
"Why?" she asked.
"'Cause I'm takin' you home, oh Queen of the Moon,"
She laughed.