Some scars don't heal

[Michael Watkins]

I sat, hands trembling round the cup of tea I'd ordered.
Okay, my scars weren't ever going to go.
I could live with that.
I'd just be reminded of-...or everything everytime I caught sight of them.
I'd just have to wait until the changing rooms cleared before I could change before and after quidditch.
I'd just have to make sure the bathroom door was firmly locked everytime I was changing in the dorms.
They weren't too bad, were they?
I hoped not.
Well, they were bad enough for me to notice them, and for me to be remember everytime I look at them.
My hands tremble more violently and I spill hot tea all over my lap, scalding my legs.
"Oh, shit..." I mutter to myself.

[Molly Weasley]

"hey mika, what up with you being in this place for the mad?" i laugh sitting next to him and see his hands trembling. "what's up?" i ask worried.

[Michael Watkins]

"Oh, just-...just-..." I wipe firmly at the spilt tea on my jeans. "Just some scars, found out they're permanent today." I smile weakly. "Not too thrilled, obviously, but I'll survive."

[Molly Weasley]

"here," i smile weakly and dry his pants with my wand, "and, if it helps any, i know how you feel." i say sitting back.

[Michael Watkins]

"Yeah, I see that." I say, nodding towards the scar on her forehead.

[Molly Weasley]

"yeah, but that's not the only one." i chuckle and pull my jeans leg up showing my other scar. it's about eight inches long going down my calf and in teh center in a circle, not to mention it's a blackish pink color. almost like burt paper that is stuck to my skin. "damn centaure." i laugh bitterly. he was the second person i've ever shown that. "you know you are one of the only two peolpe that know about this now." i say to him.

[Michael Watkins]

"I'm honored." I smile weakly. "Wanna be the first to see my scars?"
Without waiting for an answer, and lift my shirt and show her the eight or so, thick, deep, gouges in the flesh of my back. I turn back round again.
"So, you got yours from centaurs?"

[Molly Weasley]

i lightly trace his scars on his back and stomach. "i'm sorry." i say, "and i was provoking some centaurs one night in the forest then they had one hod me down and do the straight line, three inches deep. then in teh middle the did the circle, five inches deep. just to make it all teh more painful, they put raw vampire and unicorn blood in. when those three bloods mix, it's... well hell. and it's the reason the scar looks black." i explain. "what happened to you?"

[Michael Watkins]

"When my sister was killed, I was there. I was lucky to escape with just these. Sometimes I wish I hadn't at all." I smile grimly. "She should have survived rather than me. But by the time I got there it was too late."

[Molly Weasley]

"there was nothing you could do." i say even though i didn't know anything, "at least you know you tried to help her. that was all you could do." i say softly and rub his arm soothingly.

[Michael Watkins]

"I tried to help her?" I repeat, with a sadistic laugh. "I sat there, I held her while she died, I watched her die. That was all I did."

[Molly Weasley]

i grab both of his shoulders. "don't talk like that. you couldn't do anything. i wish each and every day i could have done something about my brothers to try and stop it, but i couldn't. and neither could you."

[Michael Watkins]

"You would know how?" I ask, raising an eyebrow. "If I'd of-...I could have got her help-...I could have tried to heal her or something-...There had to be something I could have done."

[Molly Weasley]

"mika you don't think i that i say that to myself everyday? mika we can't live in the past and try and think about what we could have done." i say sitting back, "have you ever heard anyone say it was your fault? has anyone ever said it to you?"

[Michael Watkins]

"Yes." I say honestly. "Yes, they have."

[Molly Weasley]

"well then we are on the same page. i had it shouted in my face." i sigh, holding back tears remembering their words. "would you be offended if i asked how she died?"

[Michael Watkins]

"No," I say quietly, "I wouldn't be offended."
I pause thinking.
It wasn't something I generally discussed.
The only person I'd told exactly how she died was Remus.
And I don't even know why I did that.
"Murder," I manage to struggle out finally. "She was murdered. To say she was killed would be an understatement, in fact." I say, my voice growing in strength slightly so the words weren't an effort to get out. "Mutilated. She was mutilated, destroyed, ripped to shreds. Fenrir Greyback." I pause. "I'd been out, all night. Got back to the orphanage, there's blood. Lot's of it. People who raised me from when I was a kid, dead, other kids I've grown up with for most of my life, dead. And I remember thinking 'Not Kia, anyone but Kia.'" I laugh bitterly, finding myself unable to go on, so I shake my head, dropping my gaze to my hands which had closed convulsively in my lap at the mention of her name.

[Molly Weasley]

i sigh and put my arm around him and rub his back supportivly. "you don't have to go on."i say seeing how much it was hurting him. "i've got a score to settle with him to." i say seeing as i hated him for what he did to remus. "i don't know how my brothers died. my parents never told me and never will. all i know is that it's my fault." i say softly.

[Michael Watkins]

"You don't know that. You really don't." I reassure her. "If you don't know how they died, you don't know it's your fault. Whoever told you it was could have been lying. People lie. All the time."

[Molly Weasley]

"yeah well, having a death eater shout it at you about a hundred times kinda pounds it in your head." i chuckle bitterly.

[Michael Watkins]

"I imagine it would, yes." I say fairly.

[Molly Weasley]

there was a moment of silence and i broke it with a soft sigh. "well at least your scar isn't black and in some kind of weird symbol or going across your forehead." i chuckle

[Michael Watkins]

"No, I'm safe with that one. I just never take my shirt off in company and I'll be fine." I laugh slightly.

[Molly Weasley]

"yea, i don't think you'd be walking with yot friends and take off your shirt just because." i chuckle

[Michael Watkins]

I laugh slightly. "Well, I might, you never know with me."

[Molly Weasley]

"oh yeah." i chuckle, "yeah i'm a littel on the crazy side. my shining moment was when i drove a car into the whompping willow." i laugh. "the second time." i add

[Michael Watkins]

I snort with laughter. "Nice, Molly, nice. I bet Remus was pleased. What with that whole he has to protect everyone thing, especially seeing as he has to protect you more than other people seeing as you're his little sister or whatever."

[Molly Weasley]

"he was as pleased as when teh slythrins were when i pranked their table." i laugh. "but yeah he really takes on the over protective older brother thing."

[Michael Watkins]

"I can kind of understand why he has to protect people." I say, thinking. "After...everything. But he is very protective."

[Molly Weasley]

"yeah.." i sigh, "but when he puts you on the innocent kising thing then you talk to me about being over protective." i laugh