Harry Potter Book Scar Novels & Stories

"Do you have a first aid kit or anything?" I leave to grab whatever medical supplies we have from the bathroom cabinet, and when I return, Harvey is talking about the imaginary time a ghost bit his shoulder. He shows Perry the scar, pulling on the neckline of his shirt. Surely enough, there are two similar puncture marks I never noticed, probably because I'm always lying on his other side. Perry studies the scar. "Will I have one too?" "Yeah, you will. Pretty cool, huh?" Perry nods. "You can show your friend."

"It was horrible." Harry was silent and he lifted Brooklyn's top to look at the scar. It was a circular mark. A brand. "I'm so sorry," Harry mumbled and wrapped his arms around Brooklyn, pulling her close. "What you've endured... no one should have to go through that." Brooklyn buried her face in Harry's chest. "I've never told anyone what I've told you," she said. "You've told me and we don't have to talk about it ever again," Harry said. "Not unless you wanted to. Okay?"

He picked up a sickle, felt the tip with his finger, and nodded approvingly. He made his way to Kilan who had no shirt on only his shorts and placed the tip of the sickle on his nipple, dragging the weapon down and drawing a thin string of blood with it. I knew he would want to take more than a limb. Greedy. “Don’t be greedy. ” The glee on Scar's face faded, he looked like a child whose treat had been snatched away.

His behaviour matched with some of the reading that he got back from the spell. After some time, Professor McGonagall finally released the boy, and composed herself back to the image of the strict Professor. "Sorry for my behaviour, Mr. Potter." "No problems, Professor." Larry Potter answered his Professor. He had seen a different side of her today, and he understood that she cared. Larry Potter turned to Erik and asked. "Sir, and what about my scar?" "Your scar, Mr. Potter, contin, indeed, a piece of corrupted alien magic in it. And the headaches that you had are the result of said corrupted alien magic 'hammering' the protection. It has something to do with who that piece of corrupted magi

Somehow, deep in her heart, she knew that it would trap her friend. "Ah! Okay then, by the way, do you have something for his burn?" She asked her while holding Harry's 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 medallion. Similar to Harry's burnt. "Oh, you've touched one before?" Harry asked, he could feel the dismay in his chest waiting to take over. Perhaps it only wanted to safeguard him, but there wasn't any danger. However, it settled there like a furious ball poking him towards his uncertainty.

I said, pulling my robe off. The witch hummed. Walking around me, she checks my strange scar. “That’s a mate’s scar,” the witch said, placing her hand over it, “Also, it’s poison and one I know of.” “What do you mean, mates scar?” I asked curiously. “It meant what she said,” Jordan suddenly said, surprising me. “What?” I frowned.

I gripped Hunter’s hand tighter to deal with the pain. “Zelda I can’t feel my fingers.” Hunter informed me. “Sorry babe.” “Um...Zelda...the scars won’t go away. I could only close them up.” Posy said in a small voice. I looked down at my arm and sure enough the cuts were closed, but the scarring was there. It was like I would be forced to be reminded of what happened. “Why not?” I asked. “Well I think the blade might have been enchanted. Even my magic can’t heal these.” She sighed.

“You still don’t see it, do you? I’ve been dead for years. What’s left of me lives in memory, in minds strong enough to hold me. And your little mate here—” “Don’t,” I warned. “—is stronger than both of us combined.” Scarlett’s body convulsed. I caught her before she hit the floor. Her skin was ice-cold, her pulse stuttering. She whispered something I couldn’t catch. “Scarlett. Talk to me.” Her lips moved again. “He’s not gone. He’s—” Then she screamed. No. No, no— The magic was burning into her skin, burning her veins black. I reached out to carry her and…

When I had returned the first one, I immediately borrowed the second one: Harry Potter and The Chamber of Secrets which was the book I was reading right now. "I don't care what sort of blood you've got!" said Harry fiercely. "Why would I want to attack Muggle-borns?" [ Excerpt From Harry Potter and The Chamber of Secrets by J.K. Rowling ] I was about to bring the book closer to my face when in a matter of seconds, it was suddenly disappeared, out of my grasp. I looked up and saw Ty holding the book with a playful smile on his face. "Man, give it back! I'm not finished!" I crossed my arms and looked at him, completely annoyed.

Her chest vibrated against his when he roughly pulled her dress down revealing her slender shoulder. She was ready to feel his harsh attack on her again but nothing his body was frozen over her. She flinched feeling him pulling his hand away from her thigh and tracing his cold fingers on her revealed shoulder. "What is this?" His uneven deep voice reached her ears making her snap her eyes open as realization started drilling in her mind. The scar. There was a scar on her right shoulder which didn't fail to freeze Harry. The scar looked painful and quite old. He stared at it for a long time as she finally answered.