Beautiful Scars

Mudblood.

The scar has been with her for the last three years, I've done everything I could think of to remove it, as have several doctors at Saint. Mungos but they just keep saying what deep down I already know- Dark Magic side effects cannot be undone. Harry's scar proved that, Nevile's parents prove that but this was different…this was HER.

The Dark Mark

The scar has been with him for almost four years. We've tried everything we could think of to remove it, as have several doctors at Saint. Mungos, but they just tell us what deep down I already know. Dark Magic side effects cannot be undone, Harry's scar proved that, Nevile's parents prove that but this was different…this was HIM

Prologue

My mother gave me a sideways glance as we walked to platform nine and three quarters warily.

"I wish you would have used the cars provided from the ministry dear." She said softly. "Honey, hardly any of your friends are going to be on this train-you're going to be alone-"

"Mother-enough, this is the first decision about my life's direction I've been able to make on my own in over a year-please, support me. I…I need this." I sighed, hating how positively needy I sounded.

My mother sighed as the kids began boarding. "I love you Draco, and I am so proud of how brave you are, and were. This will be a good year." She said putting an arm around me and gently squeezing it. "But so help me Merlin if you bring home that Parkinson girl." She winked and I grinned.

"I love you mum." I said softly before boarding the train. She smiled a rare true smile that seemed to make her years younger.

"I love you too." She mouthed, so that no one would hear, as if I was really in a position to care.

What greeted me on the bus was way worse than I expected. I expected to be ignored, maybe a few remarks flung my way, but easily ignored. I didn't expect the ink spells, or the millions of joke and pranks from Fred and George Wesley's joke shop to be pummeling me as I got on board.

"Death Eater!''

"Murderer!"

"How many did YOU torture Malfoy?"

I just kept walking my legs actually feeling like rubber, my confidence fading quickly. Each compartment I passed was slammed in my front of me with some nasty remark. The only relief came from the first years who muttered to themselves. "Is that him? Is that the Malfoy boy?"

I finally reached an empty compartment and closed the door quickly behind me and sat down, turning into the corner so I could see the whole room.

Someone slammed their body against the door and a jet of green light lit of the window. I jumped, were we being attacked? I though this ministry got all the Death Eaters. Another body slammed against the door with the same light. I jumped again. Red splattered the window and I grabbed my wand.

"RONALD!" A girl screamed in panic. I stopped, had someone killed him? Had the Death Eater killed him? There were two thuds who was the other? Had someone killed Harry?

"Ah, come on, babe just a little fun." Ron said. I stopped shaking, wait-fun? This was a joke? The bus wasn't under attack this was just a prank, just someone's foolish prank….towards me. My chest hurt suddenly and I started to breath really fast, I started seeing things quickly, as if I were watching a movie and I couldn't stop it. My feet gave out from under me and I fell to the ground. I could hear someone laughing and someone panicking.

"Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder….break down…..needs help…Draco...Draco can you hear me?"

My eyes were blurry now and my face was wet. (Dead girl, dead man, killing man, blood on the floor, splatters, laughter, slaps, hits, kicks, girl being tortured, girl sobbing, man begging, limbs everywhere, blood.)

"Make it stop." I whispered to the angel over me, I wasn't a believer in angels, but there was no way to describe her. Maybe she would stop the pain…maybe she could save me.

Her voice was soft and I heard someone else talking over her. "Blimey, Mione you're actually going to stay in here with that filth?"

Wrong thing to say to her, she began screaming at him.

"Ronald Bilius Wesley! Leave me alone! I've never…hurtful…selfish….mean…..needs help…not…..fault…."

"Hermione?" I whispered softly, my eye sight was getting better but my face was still wet. I looked around and saw a huge crowd in the doorway. She glanced over at them and flicked her wand and slammed the door and it made a small click.

"Draco, have you been to a doctor?" She asked softly.

I shook my head and rubbed my head and face, why was my face so wet?

"Draco….maybe you should." She said softly.

Not even caring about who was talking to me, because someone was, someone was being nice….and I actually cared about that now.

"Why?" I whispered softly looking into her eyes and really noticing her, how beautiful she was.

She looked away for a moment and seemed like she herself was about to cry.

"Draco, I think you've just had a break down here on the bus….I think you've been in shock over everything that's happened…and I think it just hit you."