Harry Potter Book Scar Novels & Stories

I gasped when he said that, but how did you know about that. "Well, you see, although you and Emily are practically the same people, there is a slight difference between you to." He said, looking at me for the first time since I revealed the secret. "How will you know about that," I asked him the tears were flowing now, I'm crying for so many reasons. "Well, both you and Emily have the same green eyes. But with yours, there is a speck of grey around the pupil. But people see it as just the emerald color" he said. He was looking deep into my eyes.

“The spark between us.” My chest got tight. “You’re imagining things.” His smile curved faintly, dangerous but patient. “Am I?” Harry stopped just a breath away from me. Close enough that I could see the faint scar across his jaw, like a story he wasn’t planning to tell me yet. Close enough that the scent of smoke and something darker stuck on him, making it impossible to think clearly. “Step back,” I whispered, pressing my hand forward, even though my voice betrayed me.

His fingers remained slack, unresponsive. The gown they’d dressed him in was too big for his thin frame, hanging off him like a shroud, like a ghost of the vibrant boy he once was. His hair, usually so full of life, lay limp over his forehead, hiding the faint, crescent-shaped scar he got when he fell off his bike at seven, trying to impress me with a wheelie. I used to tease him about it endlessly, calling him “Harry Potter” and kissing the little mark like it would somehow protect him from all future harm. Now, I’d give anything, everything, to hear him laugh again, to see that mischievous glint in his soft brown eyes that always made my heart swell with pride and love.

before the door opened and boy I am not expecting what I witnessed Scar is a girl with pixie cut black hair with brown eyes. She has a nose ring and she have tatoos all over her right arm. I know staring is rude but I can not help it. I did not expect that she will look like this. I smiled so wide I am sure she can see my wisdom tooth and shouted at the same time hug her. *weird side activated* "You are so awesome! Are you Scar? Oh my gosh! Does it hurt when you were inked? Can I have one too?!"

She was right. The powder started acting immediately, and so did Dankein. “Scarlet…” He called her. The girl nodded absentmindedly as if she was under a spell. “I need The Heavenly Book.” He ordered. “I don’t have it, Professor,” Scarlet replied dazed. “You do. It’s in your house. Somewhere in your room. I need you to go home, now. Find the book. Cover it. Bring it to me.” He said. The magic powder was working, but it wasn’t going to last for eternity. Dankein needed to finish it soon.

“Days of my eyes being bandaged taught me one thing, Scar… I’m not a fucking child anymore. I can control my powers.” Her confidence didn’t ease Scarlet at all. If anything, it made her chest tighten. Scarlet’s wolf clawed violently beneath her skin, snarling, "Let me out. I’ll tear their throats." “No,” Scarlet whispered to herself. “You’ll get us disqualified, you unhinged beast.” Liora took a step closer, her perfume sugary sweet and nauseating when mixed with the metallic scent of blood and adrenaline around them. Her smile widened, bright and wicked like a blade with light glinting off it.

He took a step closer to me, and I took a step back from fear, he tried to touch me, but I closed my eyes worried, that's when his aura disappeared, he disappeared, I opened my eyes but I was alone in my room, the thing that I felt now wasn't a normal hell creature, the story he's been telling me, I was worried I'm messing with something much stronger, but what is it! I ran to my bathroom, showering and putting some warm clothes on like I was told, also it feels good to feel warm, I went back down to the library, I got the hell book, one that includes demons. I hide the book under my clothes and ran back to my room, deciding to read it there, I need to know what Scar is, why he wants me to l

I should be offended that he would watch me while I was naked, but the fact that he saw my scars and was still here tells me he didn’t mind them at all. "I wish I could take them away. But any scars given in the underworld are permanent. Every time I looked in the mirror, I would see them, and I hated it." I started chewing on my lower lip while my eyes welled up with tears. "He whipped you…" His finger trailed on the hideous long scar that ran across from my left breast down to the middle of my stomach. His touch was setting fire to my skin, but it was a comforting one. "Why?" "He caught me casting a spell on my body. I was only able to make one, and he made me confess what the spell I conj

he asked. I nodded once. “Can I see it?” I blinked. “Why?” He shrugged. “Just curious. They claim it nearly killed you. I have never seen a person pace in circles like a cracked relic.” My fingers stiffened over the page. He chuckled at his joke. I shut the book and slowly rose to my feet. “You think the scar makes me a coward?” He tilted his head, considering. “No. Just... marked.” I smiled then. Not kindly.

He turned when he heard me enter, concern flashing in his gaze. “Leila,” he said softly. “You look troubled.” I bit my lip. “I… I found something.” I pulled up my sleeve, revealing the raised scar on my forearm. “This has always been here. But today, I saw” I held my arm under the lantern light. “a shimmer, as though magic still clings to it.” Henry stepped closer, examining the scar. His brow furrowed. “Let me see.” He gently prodded the skin, and I felt a faint warmth, but the shimmer was gone.