Harry Potter Fanfiction Daphne Sees Harry's Scars นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I felt a shiver run down my spine as he kissed my back, his lips soft and gentle. “Your scars are beautiful, Sapphire,” he whispered, his breath caressing my skin. “They make you stronger, and you don’t have to hide them from me.” Hearing that made tears well in my eyes again, and I sniffled. Dane had always called them hideous, even though he was the one who had given me the scars. “Thank you.”

I didn’t know why he disliked me, but considering he didn’t even like his own son, it probably wasn’t personal. And his son was just as unpredictable. Eventually I'll have to go see him reminding myself he was my ticket out of here. For a while everyone remained silent, only the cutlery making sounds till footsteps were heard. A gasp cut through the air, snapping everyone's attention in the same direction. I turned to look and there stood Daphne. I could barely recognize her, she looked so pale, her arms wrapped in bandages like a soldier fresh from a war zone. Damien shot to his feet, his chair scraping back. “What the hell happened?”

Daphne hesitates. There it is—the telltale giveaway. The hidden scar, the festering wound on her heart. No one has ever taken care of her before. “I do,” I supply. I slide my hand up to caress her neck, cup her face in my hand, hold her. “I do, Daphne. And I am always going to take care of you.” “But…” Her eyes search my face, confusion clouding the pleasure. “Why?” It’s a great question. I don’t answer. I can’t.

But one thing was clear, I had followed my heart. And I hope I don't regret it. “Care!” Xavier moved slowly toward me, but I raised a hand to stop him. “I can’t do this,” I whispered. “Not right now.” He froze in his steps, hurt flashing across his face, like he wanted to argue about something, but he didn’t get to… Because another figure appeared at the end of the hallway. Daphne. She was dressed in her usual morning jog gear, black leggings, a grey hoodie clinging to her frame from the light sheen of sweat. her steps halted the moment she spotted Xavier outside my door.

I tried to push myself up, trying to stand, trying to move toward her, but the chains yanked me back hard. The sudden pull sent a sharp pain through my already injured body, and I couldn’t stop the wince that came with it. My ribs screamed in protest, my shoulders burned, and I felt fresh blood shift where the cuts were still open. I forced myself to stay upright anyway. Because she was standing right there. Daphne. Standing calm and collected. And the moment her eyes landed on me, she smiled. Not a normal smile. It was mischievous. Like she had just walked into a situation she had been waiting for.

At sunrise, Zerach left for the council chambers. Daphne rose soon after, her heart heavy but resolute. She would no longer remain silent. She would find proof. She would uncover the truth — even if it broke her. And as she dressed, she noticed something strange: a faint stain on her vanity mirror, the shape of a handprint, dark as dried blood. When she wiped it away, she saw something carved beneath it — faint, almost invisible under the glass:

“How did you get it?” My throat went dry. I had taken off the shawl I had worn earlier back at Eleanor’s when my eyes turned back to normal. The scar from Knox’s bite was almost invisible now, thanks to that balm he used. Still, how could this man have noticed it at all? And from such distance. “I—it’s nothing,” I stammered. “Oh, that? She was bitten by a werewolf months ago.” Daphne said from across the room. Her voice was loud enough to make everyone left in the room to look my way. I really hated this sort of spotlight.

Arthur chuckled at her thought. Did she think he wanted to talk about it now? He was running on adrenaline and relief. As soon as he got somewhere he knew was safe for them both, he’d probably collapse, curled around Daphne. “I haven’t changed much, Daphne.” “That’s not true,” Daphne said, “You have more scars.” Arthur shrugged, “They’ll be gone in a few days.” “Not on your skin,” Daphne said, sliding a hand over his chest as she looked up at him, “In here.”

Daphne looked at me, and she moved hesitantly to place the bouquet on the grave. "Hello, ma'am." Daphne looked trembling. She then sobbed and turned to hug me. Her body was trembling. "Why didn't you tell me!" Daphne exclaimed in my arms. I wiped away the tears that I could never hold back whenever I was in this place. I cried in Daphne's arms, and we hugged each other with tears rolling down our cheeks.

I winked, and she jabbed my arm playfully. “Oh, such a flirt you are. Now go and change.” She pointed at the door on the right. I stepped out of the bed. There was a little pain in my body. Once I closed the door behind and changed, I checked my neck. The bite spots were still there, but the veins were gone. Were they healed? “Would you like to have some pineapple cake, Tarr?” Daphne asked as she placed a tray with cake slices in it. There was also some hot chocolate.