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On the night of Ginny's birthday, Bill retreated from the glances that lingered on his scars, slipping into the quiet darkness behind the Burrow. You found him alone beneath a sprawl of stars and settled wordlessly beside him. Gazing at him, you said, 'They're beautiful.' Bill dragged his eyes down from the heights, and the light of distant fires flickered in his gaze. 'The stars are, yes—always,' he murmured, not yet understanding that you were speaking of the scars that had become part of that same radiant pattern.