Harry Potter Book Scar Novels & Stories

He rubbed her shoulder with his palm and told her that Ronald had been carrying him on his back for the test of his son and him. Therefore, Henric and Stephanie were his children. There was no doubt about that. Slowly, Stacy closed his eyes. She still felt that she was dreaming. "Give me a pinch." Harry lowered his eyes, only to find that there was a scar on her forehead. He was not clear about it. Besides, there was a pink cover on her forehead, so it was hard to find it. He touched the scar gently and gently, with a trace of uncontrollable trembling. His eyes were full of scarlet red. It was the pain of disappearing from her. He couldn't find and protect her in time.

All I wanted to do was draw back, but my body was still there, not willing to make any moves anytime soon. The next second, I growled as I felt a sharp but small pain in my arms. He had cut me. Harry came forward and tried to drag him backward away from me, but it didn’t seem like he wanted to. He didn’t seem scared of me like the rest did from the woods, and I wasn’t going to attack either, even though he had just hurt me. He gasped as he continued to stare at the place he had cut, his extended claws dripping. When I glanced at them, they dripped with silver.

However, the young girl then replied to him in a firm and unmistakably natural tone as she stated, ‘There’s nothing to be afraid of. But Nene, if you knew where my scars came from, you would probably think of me as the chief of all evil, just like everyone else. Harry closed his eyes. Those bloody fights seemed like a dream in retrospect. They had been long gone for many years, but what never disappeared was the invisible black mire behind him. The gravitational force inside was pulling him in little by little. One day, he would be pulled and dragged, and then trapped until his demise… Harry turned sideways.

Although Granny was worried, she didn’t dare inform her of the disturbing facts she’s innocent with. She even doubted that Z had any idea of this scar’s occurrence, proven by her shadow’s insistence to subject Z in an experiment. It included putting her in a tube where she’d been scanned, identifying each part of her body that might have been damaged without them knowing. However, it’s the scar that intrigued them the most, for it was causing internal bleeding without even cutting any of Z’s flesh. What did it mean? Desperate to see some light, she tried acquiring as many books possible that’s heavily connected to a scar. This she read every night, noting each of the new information she lear

Then I remembered the case of Hannah abs how the Alpha and Luna were so Interested in her, to the extent the Luna had to ask me this night if I have seen any scar on Hannah's neck. "Talking about the scar," I lowered my head and thought if checking her neck, and after hesitating for a while I checked her neck abs truly I saw a scar. "Oh my, there is really a scar." I said to myself in my mind and covered my mouth with my hand. "What does this mean?" I asked myself because I was so confused and I don't know what the scar represents. "Is this the scar she was talking about?" I asked myself still confused. (Alice's POV)

Elijah mind linked the five in question, instantly summoning them to the meeting room. “Can I also get a knife drenched in wolfsbane?” Scarlett asked suddenly. “What for?” Elijah asked. “To show them why I have no mark on me.” She said looking up into his eyes. He shook his head, she didn’t have anything to prove… Why should she hurt herself to prove something to ignorant fools? “Please…” She added giving him a glare. “Oh, I’ll get that.” Harry Black said. Scarlett didn’t miss the venom in his eyes and knew he would make sure it was coated in wolfsbane, it was what she wanted anyway.

Diverging her mind from those painful memories to replace them with these new ones. Pulling back from her, he sees her head tilted to a side. Not willing to show him her face. Yet that Scar, it was visible now. The evidence of his lost child, authentic now. And that's when he looks up at the moon through the window ,remembering Sophie last words making a tear to roll down his eyes. Let your heart guide you to your only light.. Yet, if still the darkness of her eyes veils the truth of light. Remember Scars will always get visible, when all lights are off.

I removed my cardigan, left only my sleeveless shirt, and then lifted my pajamas to my knees, exposing my ugly scars. She gasped and I can’t blame her. The rope that was used to bind me managed to bit into my skin they left marks on my wrists and ankles. They cut into my skin too deep I thought I’ll lose my hands and feet. Even the whip managed to leave horrid long marks on my arms and back. I’ve got cigarette burns near my collarbone. I’ve got a scar on my forehead, too—like the one Harry Potter has. “That explains your choice of clothes.” She covered her mouth, suppressing a sob.

She asked her while holding Sean's outreached hand. “Oh, blimey! Yes, dear. Of course. But let me remind you, the scar will never fade.” “Why?” “See this?” She shows them her palm. Opening it, was a scar as clear as the day. It was round and the size of a coin. Similar to Sean's burnt. “Oh, you've touched one before?” Sean asked, he can feel the dismay in his chest waiting to take over. Perhaps it only wants to safeguard him, but there wasn't any danger. However, It settled there like a furious ball poking him towards his uncertainty.

Tears stained his cheeks. “Yes, it’s me. Please, I know you hated my people but know that I have nothing to do with them. They tried to kill me too. I tried to save Asher and Zara but they dragged me away. They tortured me.” He held out his arm that has an ugly burned scar around it. Eve’s gazed soften.