Harry Potter Fanfiction Harry Scars Novels & Stories

Making a turn, my gaze caught on my reflection in a silverware tray and the feeling of disgust also settled within me. The girl staring back had a terrible scar running from the left side of her forehead down her half open nose, half missing lips to the right side of her jawline. Although she could see fairly well, one of her eyes was misty like a dull cloud on a boring day while the other was a vibrant forest green. I was a deformed girl. A freakshow that had no business being at the Luna Queen’s birthday party. Especially, since she hates my family with a passion. “Are you having fun?”

Oh, for the love of the gods. I already knew who it was… Harry. Of course. Who else would pull something this stupid? I slowly turned around, and there he was. Standing several feet away with three men behind him. Each one held a thick baton. "And what is the meaning of this?" I asked flatly. Harry smiled. A jagged scar ran across one side of his face, a souvenir from one of the countless gang fights he'd gotten himself into over the years. The scar pulled at his skin unevenly, making his grin look crooked.

She glanced at Stanley again, who was still limp beneath the weight of four goblins sitting on top of him. Then Scar, at last, looked up at Stanley. He was still naked after his shift, his perfectly sculpted body on full display. But unlike her, there was no modesty in him. His powerful muscles radiated strength and surety, all the way from his broad shoulders to his powerful thighs. While he met her gaze unflinchingly, his eyes like chips of ice. "Scar," he said, his voice dripping with venom, "why did you run?" She averted her gaze, trying hard not to look at his nakedness or even think about it. She and Hazel were in grave danger, having sorely miscalculated just how powerful and capable

She squeezed it two more times before dropping it in the water close to her chest. Leaning back and relaxing, she let her hands drop on either side of the bath tub. Her left hand reached out for the bottle of wine which laid just below the tub and she lifted it up. Deciding not to bother refilling the now empty glass, she brought the bottle to her lips and tipped her head backward, gulping the red liquid down in a rush. She choked and coughed, placed the bottle down and chuckled sadly. "Omar, I'm really sorry." Hiccup. "I'm really really sorry. But I needed this break, at least I thought that was what I needed.... Bit I miss you terribly...."

Little Ava was confused about Harry's behavior and told "but brother Harry, that is in my thighs" "what? how can you do this, but now, show me no matter, where the scar is" Harry was so angry that he wants to see that, and Little Ava smiled and nodded her head, she will do everything that he brother Harry tell her to do, as she removed her little frock, that had attached pant inside so she can't show that to Harry, Harry saw the scar, that was so big and he knows that could have hurt a lot, he was so angry and at the same time, worried and sad,

LUCAS'S POV "Dude, Sophia is going to go crazy when she sees this badass surprise. You are the main deal my buddy, no way I could ever pull up something charming like this!" Harry said, rubbing his two palms laden with aesthetic rings together with a playful grin that touches his eyes as he takes in the supposed romantic scene.

She isn't at fault nobody is at fault. "You want us to lie to the Ashford about your identity?" Dad said, looking at me like I have grown two heads. I meekly nodded my head. I did not know what to say. Maddie was glaring at me from where she was standing. "Maddie look, I know you love and care about me. If you do, please support me on this. Please Maddie, mum dad I know I can do it. Just have faith in me. Nothing is going to happen"

Remi burst out from laughter. "Hoo? You still making fun of her?" Scarlet came out of nowhere and approached Remi to see what was going on. "Butt out of my business four-eyes." The usual, Remi still gets annoyed when Scarlet is around because she knew she couldn't beat Scarlet in mind tricks. Scarlet looked like a Hermione Granger from Harry Potter today and she is feeling fabulous in her outfit. "These glasses suit me right?" Scarlet asked while she twirls her hair around. "No. You look like a nerd."Remi said with no emotions at all.

— I'm not going to give spoilers, you need to read the rest of the book – he replies with an air of mystery – now it's late, time for the little wolf to go to sleep. I watch when the little bugger pouts, but nods, settling himself on the bed. "Do you think witches are good Scalet?" – I roll my eyes, remembering an old wizard friend who is simply unbearably cold, I think that's why we can be considered "friends". — I think some are, well, Harry is very kind and brave – I frown and decide to end this whole session of compliments on that Harry. I walk in and don't wait for them to say a word before pulling my mate to my shoulder leaving her gaping at my action.

“You don’t—” Before she could finish her sentence, he bent closer to her face, pressing his cheek against hers. He deliberately rubbed his skin lightly against the scarred section of hers, marking her with his scent. It was the same move his wolf would’ve used, though he wasn’t certain if she realized he’d activated his scent glands to imprint on her. She was still a human, so she didn’t fully understand the ways of the wolf. “My scars. You can’t possibly want this.” She sounded on the verge of tears. “Not really. You’re just doing this because you feel sorry for me.”