Touched by Darkness

She knew the war was over. She'd been standing next to Harry when he finally ended it. But with Voldemort's death, certain glamours and charms he'd cast began to wear off, both good and bad. For her, it meant waking up in the middle of the night with the taste of him on her tongue, the smell of him on her sheets. She'd been touched by darkness in the chamber - and the darkness had returned.

He'd made the only choice he could to save his life. Plead guilty to aiding the cause, serve his probation back at Hogwarts and move on with his miserable life. The only problem was the ugly scarred ink on his arm, the nightmares that came with it. He'd been scarred by darkness - and it wouldn't let him go.