Romans & histoires Harry Potter Fanfiction Harry Scars

His hair was hiding his eyes and she couldn't control it anymore She touched his hair lightly, she was sure he was asleep by now as he wasn't even moving. She gently pushed his hair out of his eyes, but before she could take a second to admire how beautiful he was, he opened his eyes. They were blue. Ice blue. They were beautiful. It was as if they held magic in them. They were attracting her towards him in a way that it was hard for her to oppose the force. It felt like those eyes held the most heartbreaking stories and scars. They were the eyes of a person who'd been through enough to last a lifetime.

Hayden barked. “Sir…” Simi began. “Quiet you!” Hayden commanded. He turned to Scar, sneering wickedly. “He already said you will be awake, hale and hearty by this time. Stand up, follow me,” he commanded, turning to leave the room immediately. Scar stood to his feet, furrowing his brows at the headache which was still as strong as ever rang in his head. The ‘he’ Hayden was talking about should be the black-clothed magi-user Moses was talking about, the one who he had found in the corridor those long years back.

The massive expanse of his chest is littered with scars, small and large, back, and forth on his chest, biceps, and neck. I only have one scar on my thigh from my father. King Harvey automatically sees my scar and lifts my leg. Yelping, I swat at his hands to put me down. His eyes now glow a liquid silver. “What happened?” Even his voice is deeper. My memory went back again and my father's hideous face came to mind and I couldn't even finish a whole sentence. "Elena... " Another kiss blooms between us, and I yelp in the kiss as his hand plunges under water and grabs my thigh. King Harvey holds it in a light grip but runs his thumb over my long scar on my right thigh.

“I see. It’s understandable why your father doesn’t wish you to be with this man. He’s brother to the man who’s declared war, and also, wasn’t his brother your fated mate?” I slowly nod. “Hm…I agree with your father. Not a good idea.” Silently, I stare at my food. “There are better men out there worthy of someone like you.” He puts a hand on mine. “Give it a chance. Give me a chance.” I look down at our hands. My eyes are drawn to scars that come from under the sleeves of his suit. I slide my fingers on his hand and touch his scars. He doesn’t recoil, instead he watches the motion of my fingers.

His behaviour matched with some of the reading that he got back from the spell. After some time, Professor McGonagall finally released the boy, and composed herself back to the image of the strict Professor. "Sorry for my behaviour, Mr. Potter." "No problems, Professor." Larry Potter answered his Professor. He had seen a different side of her today, and he understood that she cared. Larry Potter turned to Erik and asked. "Sir, and what about my scar?" "Your scar, Mr. Potter, contin, indeed, a piece of corrupted alien magic in it. And the headaches that you had are the result of said corrupted alien magic 'hammering' the protection. It has something to do with who that piece of corrupted magi

God knows how dead she would be right now. "Are you out stationing again, Harry?" She asks in the softest voice her throat could conjure up at that moment. She could barely smile without looking so terrified of him. Harry was humongous after all, an advert gym floozy, his muscles are not just for show. She heard rumors about how he used to participate in an underground fight with his cousins and the faint scars that scatter around his body were the proof of that. Of course, she knows that Harry would never lay his hand on her like that but from where she is standing now made it impossible not to look down from him.

"I brought my ex with me” Harry incomprehensibly turns his head towards me. “Do you remember I told you I had never smelled a woman before ? That's because she's not giving off any scent”. Harry's eyebrows seem to have grown together over his forehead. “And that's because she's one of them. The witches”. I look down. Harry starts laughing. "What's so funny ?" “You've been with a girl who spends her free time killing guys like you? How the hell did you dare cheat on her ?”

Harry's answer caught my attention. Harry talked about Sora's aura. He was the only one who could talk about it so openly without asking for anything in return. Harry was a hybrid, born with the power of a werewolf and druid mixed together in his blood. I turned around to look at him. “What do you mean? No one's aura can change. Didn't you say that when we were in the academy? You said it to her when she was convinced that she could change her aura by training hard.” I asked Harry, my tone was laced with my anger.

" I am not going to pity date you claire. I seriouly and truly want to date you .I want to show you what love really feels like . Just give me a chance. I promise it will be worth it." "Harry , you don't want me ,i am scarred for life . " "Then i will kiss your scars . just give me a chance , please ". I was going to speak but harry cuts me off . "If it helps , i wanted to ask you since i saw you in that coffee shop . The time you saw me at the icecream shop with rose ,it was because i was so infatuated with you that i didn't know what to do with myself . i won't force you to go out with me , i just wanted to let you know about my feelings "

she scoffed as she went on, completely ignorant and oblivious to the war she had just started in my head. “If I'm being honest, Kieran isn't what we would call pretty, she's just there. For example, she clearly wouldn't be able to stand next to me. Was it her body? She does have a pretty decent shape if I'm being honest, so I was guessing that was what she enticed you with but then I started to wonder if it was witchcraft, because that would make perfect sense and-” She kept rambling on and on and I had finally had enough, so uncut her off.