Novel & Cerita Harry Potter Fanfiction Harry Scars

The pressure was gentle, but the warning was crystal clear: "Remember why we're partners. It's about destroying the Ferraris, nothing else. Don't go where you don't belong." "I can fake someone's death, but I can also make it real." My breathing hitched for just a moment. Then I smiled and covered his hand with mine. "Of course, Mr. Rosetti. We're the perfect team." He hesitated, then released me: "My private doctor says your scars are treatable. Start preparing—we'll schedule the surgery soon." My eyes lit up. As he headed for the door, I called out: "Your face—why don't you consider getting yours fixed too?"

“I’ve been in your shoes before. I was naive, stupid—delusional, and it didn’t end well, Liz. It didn’t end well.” I stared at her. “Wait—what?” She nodded, eyes glossing over again. I knew the Blackwells wouldn’t accept me overnight. I knew it’d be hard. But the fear in Hazel’s voice? It shook me. “Haze… I get it, I do. But…” I grabbed her hand. “I still wanna try. I love him. Please, support me on this. I need you on my side.” She looked away. Ran a hand through her hair. And that’s when I saw it—again. The scar—the one on her neck. The one I’d always seen but never had the courage to ask her about it.

I didn't want to tell them anything past that they would kick me out if they knew the truth. " How did you get that scar?" Theo spoke as he looked down at me. My eyes twitched and I looked away from him before answering. " My uh my m-mum s-she uh g-gave me t-the s-scar." It came out broken and as a whisper but I knew both of them had heard my answer as the silence was overwhelming, I could feel the hot tears streaming down my face as we continued to walk completely quiet as the only sound heard was their shoes hitting the ground.

Still hers. She trailed her fingertips his arm, as the morning light danced over the bruises and healing wounds as if trying to make sense of the pain etched into his skin. Battle scars. Every one of them earned in the fight to get Sophie back. The war might have been over, but peace hadn't yet settled down in her heart. Grayson stirred beside her. "You ever going to stop watching me sleep like a serial killer?" She smiled faintly. "Probably not." He cracked one eye open. "Creepy and sexy. That's very on-brand for you."

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

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,

Ariadne doesn’t respond; instead, picking out a bottle of rum from the mini-fridge and mixing it with a can of coke. The water finally shuts off with a squeak. A moment later, Harry appears, clothed, with wet hair that he tousles dry with a towel. “Alright,” Ariadne hisses. “Speak. We gave you way more courtesy than you deserve.” Harry takes a seat without a snarky comment. He looks tired, not in the way that rest can solve. His skin is mottled and lifeless, and his eyes are dark as graveyard soil. There are two hideous scars where his scent glands used to be, and without them, he seems to be a wolf no longer.

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.

Oh, they were still the same incredible color, somewhere between onyx and gold, still flecked with those heart-dizzying little specks of lighter color and still surrounded by those unfairly long, thick dark lashes. ‘Get a hold on yourself, girl!’ Veronica thought when she felt his gaze on her. Yes, all that was still familiar to her, but the lazily sensual way they were studying her, the subtle but very male message she could read in them as Sasha’s gaze flicked over her T-shirt-covered breasts and her slim waist in the plain blue jeans... That was most certainly not familiar to her, at least not from Sasha Neville-Talbot, the man who scared her soul for life. The man that crushed her heart

before the door opened and boy I am not expecting what I witnessed Scar is a girl with pixie cut black hair with brown eyes. She has a nose ring and she have tatoos all over her right arm. I know staring is rude but I can not help it. I did not expect that she will look like this. I smiled so wide I am sure she can see my wisdom tooth and shouted at the same time hug her. *weird side activated* "You are so awesome! Are you Scar? Oh my gosh! Does it hurt when you were inked? Can I have one too?!"