Harry Potter Scar Costume の小説・ストーリー

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.

She could see him clearly, without his mask. A scar ran along the left side of his face, but rather than disfigurement, it looked like the mark of a warrior. His piercing eyes now seemed more vivid, more alive. Damn! Even with that scar, Harry was still incredibly handsome! Harry turned sharply and stopped playing immediately. In an instant, he grabbed his mask and covered his face once more. “What are you doing here?” he asked, his voice deep and heavy—like a man carrying a great secret. Arabella shrugged. “I just heard the music. Your piano playing is beautiful.”

Yori chuckled with a shrug. "Come on, let's get back to work. We have to hurry." She said and Imogen nodded agreement. Moments later, they were done with their childish but harmful plan. If Scarlett returns at night and have a shower_as she's likely to do, her entire skin would develop rashes hours later and her hair color would change to a mixture of purple, blue, red and yellow. How horrific she'd look. Only Imogen and Yori knew where she got such substance. Even Cora was clueless and had no idea what they were up to at the moment.

Harry said sarcastically. Gloria stared at Harry's sunken cheek for a long time. She could still recognize his handsome facial features. She reached out her hand and unbuttoned Harry's clothes. "What are you doing?" Harry pursed his pale lips and looked alert. Gloria shook off Harry's hand that was on the back of her hand and continued to undo Harry's buttons. Then, she pulled the collar down, and his shoulder was exposed. The wound healed, but there was still a hideous scar left.

Chapter 54 The Mysterious Scar Harriet stood before the mirror, struggling to slip her frame into the beautiful dress. As she gazed at her reflection, her eyes suddenly fixated on a certain spot. There, just three inches below her shoulder, an inexplicable crescent-shaped scar caught her attention. It emitted a faint white glow under the light. It didn't appear to be a recent injury, nor did it seem accidental. She was certain she had never had a scar there before.

"Today marks the beginning of real change. No more hiding, no more fear. You're bringing peace, Lena." Footsteps at the door made us both turn. Scar loomed in the doorway, striking in his black suit, silver hair glinting. Hermes hovered behind him, looking slick in navy blue. "It's time," Scar rumbled. I lifted my chin, striding forward. Hermes offered his arm and I took it, letting him guide me down the plushly carpeted hall. The clamor outside crescendoed as we approached the doors to the hall itself, camera flashes visible even from here.

So as planned, Scarlett came back from her classes on time to take me to the doc and Harry was there on time. When he saw Scarlett with me he did not react much but his lips twitched and he smiled at Scarlett very politely. But after a few seconds, he was looking very dangerously at me, I looked away like a terrified little rabbit. He was wearing a blue Polo shirt and jeans and looked so breathtakingly handsome that I had to drag my eyes away from him.

"We Fey, hate that." "You shouldn't have told me that." I grinned. "Bad move, Harry Potter." "I don't understand that reference." He frowned. "The scar." I waved a hand at his face. "Did someone try to cast a killing curse on you but it didn't work because your mother loved you soooo much?" "That's rather—" Tiernan blinked and looked away. "Do not call me that again." "Fine." I gave a great sigh, "Legolas it is. It's more fun to say than Harry Potter anyway."

But Silco doesn’t comment on that. “The file is on the table,” Scar lifts her chin at the table, “it will put Ava Fuller behind bars for one to two years, if you can crack them within three days.” “At your command, princess,” Silco takes off his hat for an exaggerated bow to tease her before he hands over that hat to the maid, along with his suit and his cane. But not the mask. He is always with the mask, in front of everyone. Scar hates it, more today. She longs for the warmth in his eyes, and she wonders if the mask would reveal more of those. She is in particular need of that today.

He smirked, before whispering in my ears, "Because if I'm a kid, then I can't do things I like, and one of those things is you." Slapping his chest, I glared at him, "We're in public, Perv. Shut up." "You're blushing!" He cooed, "You're so beautiful!" ".... whatever." "Hey!" I turn around and saw Ivan wearing a Harry Potter costume and Archel in a Witch costume, "Well isn't that a lovely matching suit." Ivan snorted, which made him and Langston laugh. "I suggest for you to shut your yaps, Four-eyes."