Harry Potter Fanfiction Daphne Sees Harry's Scars の小説・ストーリー

The next morning, the moment I walked out of my dorm building, I ran straight into a bloodshot-eyed Daphne. "Babe, I'm so sorry… How are the scrapes on your hands? Let me put some medicine on them." She reached out, trying to forcefully pull me into a hug, but I took a step back and left her clutching thin air. "We're broken up. Keep your hands to yourself, and stop calling me that." "No, you're just speaking out of anger." Daphne panicked for a split second, stubbornly correcting me. "I know you. You just have a massive jealous streak. You're just jealous! It was my fault. I promise I'll keep my distance from other guys from now on. I won't make you sad anymore."

A kick to the stomach sent the she-beast back, but the wounds inflicted were meaning less and less with each passing second as the darkness within her continued to twist her body into an abomination. Screaming like a banshee, Daphne leapt across the room towards Helena, but before she could deliver her strike, an invisible force slammed her against the wall with enough force to crush half her skeleton. Xavier was standing in the doorway of the locker room, his coat now a curtain of black flames surging around him. "DAPHNE!"

Daphne hastened her step as soon as she was in a darker part of the alley, she had been having the feeling that someone had been following her as soon as she left the pub and her instinct continued to tell her not to stay and find out who the person was because it was dangerous. She ran and took another corner but she was stopped by something and before she could react, she was punched in the stomach and sent sprawling on the floor. She hated combat the most, she preferred when she wielded her magic so she tried to gather some energy from around her but she found out that she couldn’t do anything of the sort.

Of subjecting Harper and Norton to be the pawns of the game. Harper stirred on the bed and faced the other way. Her back now facing him, he saw the scar on the back of her neck as her hair flowed effortlessly on her shoulders. It’s a long cut, looked like a fish hook because of its shape and above all, it looked olden. With his fingertips, Damon traced the outline of the scar. A time when she was hurt. Even when he didn’t know when or why or how it happened. Just thinking about it makes him uncomfortable.

her fingers shook uncontrollably as she tried to gather her swimming feelings. Kingsley frowned. “Mrs. Morwen gave orders—” “I said, I can walk!” Daphne glared at him and then turned away before he saw the humiliated tears in her eyes. She didn't look back, but she could feel the weight of the staff’s judgmental stares pressing her back. Daphne sat on the edge of the mattress, still wearing the soft blue dress she chose with foolish hope that morning. Her hands lay limp in her lap. The floor was a minefield of the crumpled tissues she used to wipe her tears.

After all, she wouldn't have been foolish enough to jeopardize her own life, so her collision with the tree hadn't been too forceful. Daphne looked at her phone and answered the call immediately. Upon hearing his voice emanating from her phone, her pupils dilated and her hands trembled. Then, Lewis returned to Styx Mansion. Josephine was sitting on the couch idly, picking at the scab on her knee out of boredom. The scab had fused with the gauze, its edges on the verge of peeling off. She couldn't stand the sight of it. The corners of the scab fell, but the middle of it was still healing. Upon the slight force she exerted, the entire scab came off, tearing off her flesh as it peeled.

“Not now. Maybe later.” He nodded as if he understood more than she was saying. “I’ve been where you are, you know,” he said after a pause. Daphne glanced at him. “What do you mean?” “I’ve seen the kind of darkness that makes you forget who you are. That convinces you you're worthless. I saw it in you… the day I found you outside that building.” His fingers gripped the wheels tighter. “You reminded me of someone I used to care about.” She didn't know what to say to that.

I could feel his member pushing on my thigh through the jeans. He lifted me up slightly removing my shirt. His eyes widened as he saw the scar covering from my shoulder to the bottom of my ribs. I had forgotten about it in the moment. I could sense his anger rolling off him as he focused on the imperfections of my body. He leaned in and kissed me passionately. I felt his bare chest press against mine as my body gushed, soaking my panties. A deep groan came from his chest as if he knew exactly what he was doing to me.

They looked just like them so they blended in well. "Hi," Daphne stared longingly at the lady who greeted her. She remembered the time she had a body just like hers. Slim, without blemish. A lot has changed within a year of living in Bayview and a month of living in infinite pack. Now she could boast of her many scars of victory. That was rare for women. "I don't think you should stare too much. You are going to scare them away." Liam smiled, pulling her closer to himself. If only Daphne could see how menacing and intimidating she looked. He couldn't be more proud of the woman she had become. An alpha female.

I open the attachment. I am at a loss for words at with, I see. It's Amelie passed out being carried by Matt. He has slightly pulled back the collar of her shirt, showing a black and bloody scar where her Mate Mark was. This is what a Scarred One looks like. I am horrified that she had to go through that. I'm pissed Matt is holding her. I shouldn't be, but I am. I stop for a second and re-read his report. I look at the time she completed the ritual, around midnight. Her wolf was harmed in the process, and she was bleeding and injured. It was all the things Rose and Daisy said. I closed the attachment and sat back in my chair.