Scars ˚✧˳✧ Remus Lupin

The markings scattered his back, interlocking and over-layering to weave a tapestry of anguish and indescribable pain. As she opened her eyes, the comforting smell of coffee and parchment filled her nose. For the first time in 5 years she had opened her eyes. She saw. Not just what she had seen before, now she underst...