Novel & Cerita Hermione Granger Mudblood Scar

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.

Although Granny was worried, she didn’t dare inform her of the disturbing facts she’s innocent with. She even doubted that Z had any idea of this scar’s occurrence, proven by her shadow’s insistence to subject Z in an experiment. It included putting her in a tube where she’d been scanned, identifying each part of her body that might have been damaged without them knowing. However, it’s the scar that intrigued them the most, for it was causing internal bleeding without even cutting any of Z’s flesh. What did it mean? Desperate to see some light, she tried acquiring as many books possible that’s heavily connected to a scar. This she read every night, noting each of the new information she lear

Sleep eluded me that night. Every time I closed my eyes, his face materialized: those storm-gray eyes, that cruel, beautiful mouth. The way he had looked at me, as if I were something he yearned to shatter, or devour. I struck the thin mattress beneath me. "Stop it," I hissed, my voice a ragged whisper. "He called you a half-blood like it was a disease. He's not your enemy. He's not anything."

Layla scrambled back in terror, but it was too late. My claws ripped her dress, revealing the pale skin of her back. It was smooth. Flawless. There was no scar. And Myrna... Myrna had a hideous scar running from her left shoulder to her right hip. The scar I had touched a thousand times, but never once asked where it came from. "Moon Goddess," I collapsed. "What have I done?" "You regret it now?" Layla sat on the floor, her eyes filled with malicious glee. "It's too late, Clark. It's far too late."

Hermione tends to go off track whenever she has a confrontation with her mother. I've witnessed two instances where Hermione lost her temper after confronting her mother. The first time, she drove recklessly, causing me concern as I trailed her. The second time, I was the target of her aggression, until she eventually came to terms with her reality and found the courage to stand up to her mother. Given her history with Mrs. Pierce's overbearing nature, Hermione strikes me as a resilient individual. Many would have been broken by her mother's behavior, which tends to dominate and disregard Hermione's decisions.

There isn't a word for that kind of smile, maybe because no one ever wants to see it. "We need to go," Scarlett said. Her own body was streaked with sperm similarly to her sister's. Scarlett's chest was covered with finger-tip sized bruises and dark, pooling hickeys. Her knees and elbows were scraped, like she'd been rolling around in gravel. Which was probably true. Scarlett pulled at my arm and repeated her request. I nodded, still half out of it. "Yeah," I said, "Yes."

Each step was agony as Scarlett hauled herself through the frost-kissed halls, her body a ruin from Winter’s claws, blood dripping from her right shoulder and side, she pressed a trembling hand to the gashes, her other palm scraping the icy stone walls for support. Her silver hair hung matted with sweat and blood, her honey-brown eyes clouded with grief—Skye’s betrayal and her own defiance turned to pain, crushed under the Lycan’s wrath.

I watched her eyes hood over as an unreadable expression clouded her face immediately. “I didn't know I was interrupting something.” Sabrina's voice was low, too low for my liking. Call me crazy but I could swear I saw her fingers trembling underneath her plate. “Sorry about that.” “No, it's fine.” Xander cleared his throat before slowly peeling his hands from my body and taking away the heat radiating from his body. “ Kieran almost got herself in an accident and I caught her just in time.” “Right.” Sabrina quipped, and without sparing me so much as a glance, she walked towards one of the dinning chairs.

Frowning, she muttered, "What the...?" After rinsing, she sat on the edge of the tub and curled up to examine her body more closely. She saw the usual scars from the rogue who had taken the Moonlight Stone from her, but instead of white marks, a gray color had replaced them. Around her middle, jagged carved lines appeared above her chest.

The blade pointed directly towards us. She looked young—around my age. Despite her appearance being pale and skinny, her beauty was unmatched. Her dark hair was tied back loosely, and the faint scar on her neck was revealing. The moment she saw us, the bowl of apples along with the knife slipped from her hands. Her eyes stared widely at me as if she had seen a ghost. I froze on the spot, unsure of what to say or do. “You clumsy little…” Mike’s hands went up and about to strike, but stopped mid air; he looked at me and smiled.