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

Instead, I just glared. “You heard me,” Daphne said. She held her hand out, and one of her lackey’s placed a knife into her hand. Her eyes still held hatred, but now a smile graced her lips, stretching them wide. She looked like she was out of her mind, standing there, the moonlight glinting off the metal of the blade. “Beg.” I guessed that blade was silver, for her to be this confident. With my wolf revealed, nothing else would kill me.

"Don't blame me. You have to die." She reached out, stroking my cheek. "Look at your pretty face. Daphne isn't a patch on you. Is that why he likes you so much?" Just then, I felt a chill on my face. When I looked down, I saw a blade clutched between her fingertips. A chill instantly ran down my spine. "What do you want?" I snapped. "Well..." She smiled and then whispered in my ear with a creepy tone, "I wanna disfigure you. Will he be sad when he sees it?"

She wants to laugh as she looks at Agnes that was currently holding back her cry and she looks up at her with disbelief in her eyes. Vigor, war, courage?! What rubbish! This color doesn't suit her at all! Dalia stepped toward her and grabbed a handful of her hair. Agnes felt the searing pain in her scalp. Her hair was threatening to be pulled out and Dalia's sharp and long nails were also digging into her scalp. She raised her hand to grip her wrists and cried out. "That hurts!" The tears that were just threatening to come out fell. Dalia looked at her silvery-green eyes which baffled and amazed the townsfolks. It was indeed pretty, it was captivating. Too but, it went into the wrong person.

They walked to the chaotic corridor of the living room and the kitchen and found Nathan, Clara, and Maverick on the floor. The minute they got there, Daphne was shocked to see the knife on Maverick’s shoulders. She didn’t know whether she would pity the man or not. Yet, as her eyes laid on him, she didn’t feel anything but loss and anger for all the spitefulness and defilement he had done to her. Her eyes then gazed toward the corner and saw Clara with her eyes closed. Her chest rose back and forth while her back leaned against the panel seemingly exhausted from the scuffle that had happened. “Clara!” Daphne called her out from a distance as she looked toward her friend with a painful bruise

“But this mug is red and not orange “ “Ooh “Dylan muttered slowly . Sophie has been showing him different things in the house and asking him to say the colour so she would be sure his sight is okay but his sight got blurry again and he couldn’t see the mug clearly . “It a matter of time okay ....It a good thing am able to see a few things now .I couldn’t see anything at all before..” “Yeah Okay “Sophie commented . {ONE WEEK LATER } Mrs Gold,Rissa Mom was tired of banging the door of her daughter’s room .

I looked at him, confused, and Ryan raised the hammer without hesitation, swinging it down with all his strength onto his own hand. In an instant, his hand was mangled, the same way mine had been. He gritted his teeth, sweat beading on his forehead, and forced a smile, though it was strained. "Can you… forgive me now?" If he hadn't hurt me so deeply before and showed up looking so pitiful now, I might have felt a twinge of sympathy. But as I looked at the broken, desperate man before me, my heart remained cold and unfeeling.

Asher called but I can't find it in me to look away from Logan's nipple. "You know I was joking right?" Logan said but I just can't look at anything else. "Excuse me." He said and left and even though he is no longer standing in front of me, I still can't look at anything else... I can vividly see the scar staring back at me. "Nicole, are you okay." Asher called and tapped me at the same time and that's when I finally snapped out of it, it was like the scar held me in a trance.

She cared. “I’m alright,” I reassured her. Just as I spoke, we heard the sound of a door closing behind us. “I heard some grunts, so I thought I’d check if everything was—” Lupus trailed off, his words dying in his throat when he saw the aftermath of the fight. A sudden scream echoed through the air. We both turned to see Daphne, her eyes wide with shock as she stared at Lupus in his skeletal form. “What are you?!” she cried, her voice trembling with terror.

The leaders of the pack. My chest tightened at the thought of seeing them all again. Would it feel like before? Or would they see right through the smile I’d been wearing for months? Daphne must have read something in my face. “Don’t overthink it. Just let yourself have this.” “I’m trying.” “I know,” she said softly. A beat passed. She reached over and tucked a strand of hair behind my ear the way she used to when I was sad. “You deserve one last magical memory before everything changes.”