Harry Potter Fanfiction Harry Scars Novels & Stories

“And I regret it to this day! I hate being that friend, the one who paints her friend badly,“ Eloise says breathlessly. She screams in pain. “Don’t,” I interrupted. “Did you think I would forget? Not only did you lie to me back then, but you are lying to me now. Old habits die hard, I guess! I got up on my feet and turned to Scar, who leaned against the wall, arms folded across his broad chest. His face was a mess of scars; just like his name implied, he looked deadly and ready to deal with her. “Scar?” “Yes, ma'am!”

But what shocked me most was his face. The rumors said he was a disfigured, ugly monster. But the man before me had a face so handsome it was almost unnatural. His features were as sharp as a marble sculpture, his skin a sickly pale, and his deep green eyes were bottomless pits. There were no scars on his face, no sign of disfigurement at all. This was Caspian Valerius, the most feared king of Chicago's underworld. He didn't even glance at me. From the moment he walked in, he was speaking in a low voice to the lawyer beside him, his expression so cold it was as if he were here to sign a simple business contract.

I hurriedly went to him and asked "Doctor h-how is she?" My voice cracked "She is completely fine. She hit her head with something which caused her to faint and open up the old scar that was on her head. Which caused the bleeding" The doctor said "Old scar?" I asked confused "Yes, the area where she got hit was already cut before. But yes her foot is injured and she will have difficulty walking for a month or two. Rather than that she is fine. She has not woke up yet and it will take her time"

This man almost doubled his muscle mass. His dark brown hair had subtle streaks of red throughout. His eyes were green with hints of gold. They were the most amazing things I had ever seen. Looking at him made my heart pound. His eyes were focused on mine as he held my gaze. The scar on the left side of his neck was faded, the sight of it enraged me. I didn’t know why I was so upset about him being hurt. I felt myself begin to get lost in his eyes when my mind snapped me out of it.

Past Scott My hair was damp, and my shirt was soaked in sweat from the football match practice, I ran my fingers through my hair restlessly and caught a glimpse of my appearance through the window of the car. "She has a girlfriend," Harry, my best friend, said and I frowned. "She is gay." I said nothing and glanced at the road. "I think you're becoming crazier and crazier every day. You hate her but still, you can't seem to stop yourself from leering at her," my friend said with a knowing smile.

Harry gasped and Indianna recognised the second person when he fell to his knees. He looked different. His hair was longer and his beard had grown out of control. His skin was covered in marks and bruises, but Indianna could never, ever forget his face. She took a small step forward and froze. Her eyes were wide and focused only on him. Harry was talking to her, but she couldn't hear him. Her vision blurred and she realised she was crying. She was too scared to move any closer to him, scared that this was one of Rogue's sick jokes.

Scott kept his eyes glued to her panicked expression and coldly chimed in, "From the day you joined the Webers, you were already plotting to take everything away from Shirley. You were just acting every single time, faking being bullied by Shirley, and even went as far as to stab yourself just to frame her." I had written all those incidents in my diary. Nicole's face turned stark white. Her lips trembled as she was completely at a loss for how to lie her way out. "You're venomous, Nicole. What did Shirley and I ever do to deserve this? How could you lie to us?" Blinded by rage, Scott lunged forward and wrapped his hand around Nicole's throat. His fingers dug in with brutal force, turning he

This may be the end of Scarred Under Moonlight, but it's not the end of my stories. Until we meet again in another story, under another moon. With heartfelt gratitude and appreciation, S.A. RIVERS

They were the snakes who had slithered into my trusted ranks, ready to spring at the master's cue. When the last chain fell into place, a guard, a man whose right cheek sports a thick, red-scrubbed scar that extends down from his temple, bent close, his own burning breath in my ear. "Damian wants you to hurt, Vincent. Slowly. He wants you to think of all the decisions you ever made. Particularly about Eleanor." He smiled coldly, knowingly, before he left for the door.

"No way! Natalie's the one who sold her kidney," Evelyn snapped, shoving Natalie aside to inspect me. "She has lost a kidney," the leader confirmed. "Taking the other would kill her." Just as Evelyn's hand reached for me, Natalie cried out and collapsed, revealing a prominent scar on her abdomen. "Go ahead and take her to the hospital. She is faking to win your love." Evelyn flinched, rushing back to check Natalie's scar. "I almost fell for her trick. Don't worry. I'm taking you to the hospital now."