Harry Potter Fanfiction Harry Scars Novels & Stories

Carved beauty in stone, cold and unreachable. Inside, it stank of expensive polish and roses: too perfect, too staged. And there she was. Victoria. My stepmother. She was there in the grand foyer, solid as a stormcloud in that room. Black hair twisted into perfection into a bun; frock tailored to hug into her elegant shape yet molded the body of the one present before me. And those sharp gray eyes would slice straight through me the moment I set foot into the house.

"I'll see you guys later." "Tell me about it," Elena rubbed her temples." Where were you though? Took you long enough." "I met Harry on my way." "Oh." "Yeah and he'll be here soon," June replied excitedly. "We were together when I saw you from afar so he'll be here soon." "Okayy, but how exactly am i in the story?" "He wants to talk to youuuuu," June squealed. "I know you like Daniel but he'll just be to help Daniel wake up."

Oh my God. "I think it's okay. Harry Potter-ish." I hear her say, but I ignore her. On my forehead lay a scar, a prominent one, so ugly. "It's okay, better than The Dark Mark" She says, and I snap. "Enough with the Harry Potter bullshit!" "You don't like Harry Potter?" Her eyebrows rises. Reluctantly turning away from the mirror, I say "I don't know who the fuck Harry Potter is. Who the hell are you, and what do you want?"

Scars already marking his skin knowing silver affects wolf very much. “Your friend is stupid, Eve. She thinks that she can take you from me. No one, I repeat, no one will take you from me. You’re mine and only mine.” Eve felt her whole world darkens when she felt a strong whiff of wind as a large axe had been slam next to her. Eve knew what was cut but she couldn’t, she didn’t want to believe it but she had to see it. Her body shivers as she turns. A pain so unbearable, emotion so deep with guilt and anguish just burst from her chest. She started screaming like a woman possessed seeing Ariadne’s lifeless eyes looking back at her like Damien. Her head is separated from her body and Vlad was k

She forgot how to breathe properly. Scars. Both of his wrists had dark slit scars on them. And the slits looked so deep and painful. She gulped but couldn’t get herself from looking away from his scarred wrists. Harry glanced at her only to pause seeing her frozen figure staring at something with a pale face. He followed her gaze and thought she’s looking at his food but then realization hit him. His scars. He chuckled lowly watching her looking at his scarred wrists with pained expressions. Her face looked like she will burst out crying anytime.

Scarlet shouted in fear as the guy firmly grab Harry and hurl him against the wall. “Fuck!” Harry cursed, struggling to stand on his feet but he couldn't do so as he felt all the bones in his body practically broken. “Get up, you loser!” The guy growled at Harry in a mockery voice, then glanced at Scarlet lustfully who was standing in the corner trembling in dread. “Your pretty boyfriend is weak, come closer now that I am asking you gently....” the guy told her to come closer but Scarlet was reluctant to heed him. Meanwhile, Harry was groaning weakly on the floor.

I guess this is what he wanted—having me wrapped around his finger. Suddenly, I feel a presence behind me, causing me to pause. The apple stops halfway to my mouth, and I softly turn my head to see a girl, bearly looking at the age of 17 or 18. She cast a small smile that didn't reach her eyes. I tilt my head. “Hi, I'm Scar and before you ask, I am also a werewolf, and Vance is my adopted father.” I raise an eyebrow to her words. Well, that’s new. What else am I unfamiliar with? I snort and go back to biting into my apple. "It would have been nice to meet you, Scar, if the circumstances had been different."

Lacey was the last to leave and Scar was waiting for her, as if appearing out of nowhere. "Well, well, well...." Scar said, circling her, an animal stalking its prey. "What do we have here? Is it Princess Lacey Taregan? Alone? Tsk, tsk, tsk. What a shame." "What do you want, Scar?" Lacey asked, not in the mood for her taunting. Scar walked close to Lacey and lifted a strand of her hair as she walked around her, and then dropped it. "I just thought we'd have a little chat. You know..." Scar leaned close to her ear. "Girl to girl."

He rubbed her shoulder with his palm and told her that Ronald had been carrying him on his back for the test of his son and him. Therefore, Henric and Stephanie were his children. There was no doubt about that. Slowly, Stacy closed his eyes. She still felt that she was dreaming. "Give me a pinch." Harry lowered his eyes, only to find that there was a scar on her forehead. He was not clear about it. Besides, there was a pink cover on her forehead, so it was hard to find it. He touched the scar gently and gently, with a trace of uncontrollable trembling. His eyes were full of scarlet red. It was the pain of disappearing from her. He couldn't find and protect her in time.

“Plotting? If I were this Ivy, don’t you think I’d have done a better job than letting a snake like you sit across from me?” Harry’s jaw ticks. He’s losing patience. Good. That’s where he makes mistakes. He slams his palm down on the table, leaning closer, his breath hot, his voice almost a growl. “Admit it. Just say it, damn it. I know that scar. I know your voice. I know you.” His intensity rattles the air between us. My heart is racing, but I don’t blink. “Sounds like you’re haunted, Harry. Maybe by guilt. You know what they say—murderers see their victims everywhere.”