Harry Potter Fanfiction Harry Scars Novels & Stories

I stepped out of the bathroom, all wet, wrapping a towel on my body. My phone started ringing again, I grabbed my phone angrily, but froze when I saw that it was a privet number. I pressed the answer button, and listened, “Hello? Scar?” his voice made my heart racing badly, shocked to hear his soft voice. I remained silent, my voice stuck in my throat, “Are you mad at me?” he asked, his voice sad and worried, “Scarlett? Please!” his voice made a tear escaping from my eye, “Scar, just say anything please! I want to hear your voice…” he said, his voice made me weak already, I missed him so bad…

Somehow, deep in her heart, she knew that it would trap her friend. "Ah! Okay then, by the way, do you have something for his burn?" She asked her while holding Harry's hand. "Oh, blimey! Yes, dear. Of course. But let me remind you, the scar will never fade." "Why?" "See this?" She shows them her palm. Opening it, was a scar as clear as the day. It was round and the size of a medallion. Similar to Harry's burnt. "Oh, you've touched one before?" Harry asked, he could feel the dismay in his chest waiting to take over. Perhaps it only wanted to safeguard him, but there wasn't any danger. However, it settled there like a furious ball poking him towards his uncertainty.

She whimpered again. "Stay still while I untangle it" he instructed as he carefully worked on the hair, it was a bit difficult considering the uncomfortable position he was . She watched him work on the button and tried not to whine whenever he pulled her hair, she wanted to give him the credit since he was trying so hard not to hurt her. She watched as he frowned at the button , his chiseled face was like a sculpture, he had thick and roughly carved brows she felt like running her hands on them.

I open the attachment. I am at a loss for words at with, I see. It's Amelie passed out being carried by Matt. He has slightly pulled back the collar of her shirt, showing a black and bloody scar where her Mate Mark was. This is what a Scarred One looks like. I am horrified that she had to go through that. I'm pissed Matt is holding her. I shouldn't be, but I am. I stop for a second and re-read his report. I look at the time she completed the ritual, around midnight. Her wolf was harmed in the process, and she was bleeding and injured. It was all the things Rose and Daisy said. I closed the attachment and sat back in my chair.

Harry swallowed involuntarily. Under the warm light, she looked almost ethereal—like a delicate fairy. Across from him, Arabella blinked at the sight of Harry up close. He was ruggedly handsome, even with the scars still etched faintly on his face. Even seated in a wheelchair, his chest looked firm beneath the plain white shirt he wore. Another silence lingered between them. Each lost in thoughts they didn’t dare speak. “I’m not involving my heart in this decision,” Harry said, a little nervously. “Unlike when I’m with you.”

And I was thankful for that. SKYLAR'S POV:- I was sitting on my bed, chewing my nails nervously. It had been an hour since Adam left. I was not sure if she would be back or not. I frowned as I suddenly tasted something bitter in my mouth. "Looks like he came back empty handed." I heard Scarlett, my wolf excited voice. Yes, my wolf woke up the very day I was mated with Adam. She was very wild and wonderful. She had big brown fur and orange eyes. She was not as tall as Anika's wolf, but she was very beautiful. Her tail was long and furry. I really loved her.

It also scarred my life. There was one woman who captured my eye in the crowd, a woman that was so familiar. She looked at me with pity. I smiled at her. Tears fell from her face. “Don’t….cry……Psyche..” I spoke as I closed my eyes. Letting darkness consume me. I feel less sad knowing that I saw a familiar and lovely face before I died.

Scar asked in a cold tone. “Oh you look horrible ,you look like you've been hit by a truck,are you fine” Cindy asked with mock concern. “I'm alive cut the chase,what brought you here” Scar asked. “Seriously I just came to check on my bestfriend who was absent from work” She said in exaggerated care,as her smile widened,as she blinked her eyes. “Go straight to the point” Scar said sternly, obviously annoyed at the whole act. “Oh,I came to give you this”

I couldn't even see a soul around and the rain was continuously pouring down. "The Scars are on the haunt." She said and I sighed. "So, what's new about it? I don't understand why people are so scared of them. They never really harmed anyone." I said and she let out a frustrated sigh. "They are behind someone." She said,

Diverging her mind from those painful memories to replace them with these new ones. Pulling back from her, he sees her head tilted to a side. Not willing to show him her face. Yet that Scar, it was visible now. The evidence of his lost child, authentic now. And that's when he looks up at the moon through the window ,remembering Sophie last words making a tear to roll down his eyes. Let your heart guide you to your only light.. Yet, if still the darkness of her eyes veils the truth of light. Remember Scars will always get visible, when all lights are off.