Hermione Granger Mudblood Scar Novels & Stories

Her reflection—slim, scarred, hair tangled from long days and longer nights—looked back at her in the crystal’s faintly polished face. Her mark shone on her forehead. Or rather, what remained of it. The scar she had carried since the first time the Moon had touched her—the jagged, pale line she had rubbed absently when anxious—was now fainter around the edges, burned through with a diffuse glow. The Blood Moon had seared it. The Trials had reshaped it. Something else, tonight, tugged at it. She rubbed at it now, fingers finding the familiar ridge. It pulsed.

And overwhelmed as she was, she had gone into the bathroom to wash in water from the Blood Moon spring, a tradition followed before any such ceremony, and as she stripped herself and concentrated on her body, she had been able to conjure every single scar she had ever attained in her lifetime. She was stumped as she stared at her body, suddenly feeling vulnerable as if she had been exposed to the whole world. "My precious is a wolf. A big badass wolf." Her wolf recited the words of her father. That's right. She was a wolf. And not just any wolf. She was a Healer, a Luna and she was Oliver Moore's daughter. She was not weak. Neither was she vulnerable. And with that thought, the scars had dis

The mirror showed her all the bruising over her shoulder. It was a mottled pattern of purples and green, unsightly for any party let alone a ball when she was one of the three wolves being honoured. At the centre of it all was the jagged scar that curved over the arch of her shoulder and disappeared behind her. Maddie eyed it and rolled the joint, testing its movement. The pain was almost gone, leaving her with a simple stiffness that she would gladly put up with.

His fingers remained slack, unresponsive. The gown they’d dressed him in was too big for his thin frame, hanging off him like a shroud, like a ghost of the vibrant boy he once was. His hair, usually so full of life, lay limp over his forehead, hiding the faint, crescent-shaped scar he got when he fell off his bike at seven, trying to impress me with a wheelie. I used to tease him about it endlessly, calling him “Harry Potter” and kissing the little mark like it would somehow protect him from all future harm. Now, I’d give anything, everything, to hear him laugh again, to see that mischievous glint in his soft brown eyes that always made my heart swell with pride and love.

But I don’t see anything and no longer have the feeling. “Hedwig, I think I am losing it.” I look to the bed for him, only to realize I left him in the floor. “OMG I am so sorry!” I rush to pick him up hugging and giving me a kiss before putting him on the bed. “There you go. Now I am going to shower get snuggly and we will get some cereal and put on Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone. And before you ask, we can’t skip any movies. Because if I when I get rejected again if I die, I will not go out without having seen them all at least once!” I say as I go through my drawers till, I find my Gryffindor rob onesies and head to the shower. Soon as I start to wash, I realize I forgot to put on

However, the young girl then replied to him in a firm and unmistakably natural tone as she stated, ‘There’s nothing to be afraid of. But Nene, if you knew where my scars came from, you would probably think of me as the chief of all evil, just like everyone else. Harry closed his eyes. Those bloody fights seemed like a dream in retrospect. They had been long gone for many years, but what never disappeared was the invisible black mire behind him. The gravitational force inside was pulling him in little by little. One day, he would be pulled and dragged, and then trapped until his demise… Harry turned sideways.

Sent. "Hurry down. It's going to be late for school." "I'll be right down." Phedra Elizabeth took the phone and ran downstairs. Sit at the table. Phedra Elizabeth is a girl with mixed blood between English and French. Phedra Elizabeth has peaceful but sharp blue eyes. Her skin is so white that it glows with just a single ray of sunlight, it's enough to make everyone around her admire and delight in constantly praising her. In addition, she has a beautiful body that is not created by exercise but by innate, given by nature. However, Phedra Elizabeth always wears a pair of large glasses combined with an oversized school uniform, making her beauty hidden behind a strange outfit. The special thi

Astrid said while waving the magic badge that had been obtained from the sorcerers. "Wow, this is an interesting development," Draco said, grinning happily. “Astrid, you must remove the slave stamp on your body. Draco, you must remove the slave mark on your body too," warned Edmund. “A slave stamp? Do you mean the form of burns produced by hot iron stuck to my back?" Draco asked. "Yeah, right," said Edmund. "It is gone already. Ever since I bathed in the healing water, the wound has disappeared without a trace,” said Draco.

Chapter 2 “Thank you” he said lifting her hands to brush his lips in an airy kiss, whilst studying her face. She had amazing hazel green eyes, he imagined drowning in them but as he looked deeply into them, he saw something sad lurking behind them, she seemed to have hidden them quite well and Richard had a sinking feeling that she hide it even from herself, someone had hurt her badly and she pretended to not feel the pain, Richard felt his hands fist up and realized that he actually wanted to strangle that person and hurt him even worse than the way he had hurt this woman.

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?!"