Harry Potter Fanfiction Daphne Sees Harry's Scars Novels & Stories

I thought back to the non-chalant bad boy and envisioned him as a prince. I turned to Daphne about to speak but the look in her eyes made me step back. She glares down at Ember who has her creepy smile in the portrait as she stands next to her father. Daphne's eyes hold one emotion—hate. “D….Daphne” I called and she shut her eyes and slowly turned back to me taking a deep breath. “What's wrong?” I asked, the look on her face a moment ago, looked like she was capable of murder.

"You're right. My mom died a long time ago. No one was there to raise me properly, so I deserve to get bullied. Is that it?" William was momentarily taken aback by my cries. For a moment, he looked conflicted. At that moment, the aggrieved Elaine began crying while whining to William, "Oh god… William, my scalp is bleeding! Daphne yanked my hair off my head earlier! And my face… my face is injured! Oh my god, am I going to be disfigured?" Her entire face was swollen and completely covered in bruises. I was able to yank some of her hair off her head, which injured her scalp. Right now, she was still bleeding from her scalp.

💔Hidden Scars💔 (😱😵More Unraveled Secrets😵😱) By: Kã Mä Râ . . ✏Written By: _____Authoress Kamara✍_____ . #Season_2: ✨Episode 9✨ . . 💋Harley💋 I turn back and see him standing next to an all you can gift shop. He's not changed at all, only his hair have grown a little and he has a stubby beard right now.

A burn of pain ripped through my face as she dragged the sharp tip of the scissors down the unscarred side of my face, engraving a thick line from my hairline down to my jaw. I screamed in pain as blood began to pour down my pain. "Rest in pieces, Darcy." I lay there, feeling my life slip away, too drained to even cry. I may have lived my whole life with a horribly scarred face and been branded a monster, but that day, I realized that there were people worse than monsters.

They didn’t notice me when I entered but they did when Adrian came behind me. Adrian guided me to the last table where three other boys were waiting. One of the boys with a buzz cut asked even before I was seated, “Is she, Daphne?” Adrian nodded. They hooted together, and I flushed. Because I didn’t know what Adrian told them about me. “Don’t worry, I have only said good things about you.” Adrian whispered in my ear, making me squirm in my seat. Because of our previous kiss session, I was still horny.

"Didn't know she would murder my parents? Didn't know she would steal my entire legacy? Or didn't know she would humiliate me in front of the world?" Clark was speechless. "Or," I continued, "did you know all along and just chose to look the other way?" "No! I really didn't know—" "Then what about this?" I turned my back to him and unfastened the top of my tunic. A gruesome scar ran from my left shoulder to my right hip. The eclipse curse had turned it a sickly silver-black, and it still seemed to writhe slowly, eating away at my life force. Clark's breath hitched.

Amara stared back, trying to project a semblance of stillness, refusing to betray the sheer terror gripping her. ​Emiliano stared at her for a long, silent moment, his expression unreadable. He seemed to be assessing her, her fear, her presence in his bed. He slowly walked around the bed, stopping on his side. ​He reached up, pulling his undershirt over his head in one fluid motion, tossing it onto a nearby chair. Amara couldn't breathe. Her gaze involuntarily dropped, taking in the powerful breadth of his chest, the taut lines of his abdomen, and the faint, intricate scars—silent trophies of a violent life—that crisscrossed his left shoulder.

"Let me see your back." She lifted Hermione's shirt, exposing the raw, red skin beneath. Hermione winced at the touch. Her father always made sure not to tear her skin after each beating. He only left her bruised. He didn’t believe any reputable lady should be scarred. Daphne pulled out a small jar of cream and began applying it with practiced efficiency. "It will help with the pain and stop it from scarring." She said coolly. "Aunty, please." Hermione grabbed her wrist. "You have to help me. Talk to my dad. I didn't mean to. I never meant to bring shame—"

Scar picked up the second middle finger, driving the dagger back in, deliberately slow to enhance the pain. “Good boy.” I appreciated Scar and finished the wine in the glass before straightening up. “Discard his body,” I said as Scar picked up a club and slammed it on Kilan's scalp knocking him out. The screams died down instantly. “Kilan…” a soft voice whispered behind me. I spun around only to see Daphne petrified with fear.