Why Does Harry Potter Have A Scar Novels & Stories

A scar. A faded slanted line starts from the edge of his left eyebrow, over his eye — damaging his once black pupils, turning them grey — and then the scar continues down his cheeks, ending at the bridge of his nose. Asides from his scar, he has dark eyes the exact color of black blood and curly, black hair sitting atop of his head. Everything about him is black. His Castle is pitch-black with a single line of fire torches to aid the eyes to see. The walls are painted black. His clothes are all black. Maybe this has been done to shield him away from daylight.

From the burdens of secrecy, of concealment. She had been told since birth to keep her Powers a secret. A witch born with natural abilities, she didn't need to attend Coven Heights in other to learn spells and how to use them, she was already gifted with such great magical powers even from the moment she was born, her forehead tore apart and the Mark of Damned appeared, it was a visible scar and her mother made sure to cover it up so that no one else sees and once her hair began to come in, she grew it out so that it covered her scar. The day the little witch asked her mother why she often paid too much attention to her front hair and never wore her hair in ponytails, her mother told her abo

Willow’s POV My heart was beating when I returned to the dining table. I don’t know what came over me, I should never have questioned his scar. It just didn’t make sense that he would have such a rigid scar. He had alpha’s blood in him. His healing ability wasn’t supposed to allow an injury to stay long enough to turn into a scar. “Willow!” I flinched as the Luna called my name. I turned to face her, wondering if I’d done anything wrong again.

Lucas’s eyes followed her hand. “Does it still hurt you?” Arabella kept her hand on the one inch wide, five inch long scar. It did not twist or pucker up like most scars did. She could only imagine it was because of the magic that was used. Still, it was an ugly mark that would never go away, a harsh reminder of her foolishness. “No, baby. Sometimes it twinges, but that is about all.” Lucas smiled at his mom and kissed her cheek. “You are the most beautifulest mom ever, the scar just makes you dangerous looking>” Now Lucas broke out in a boyish grin, giggles erupting from his throat.

Harry said quietly, with a sigh at the end. "No, I think that you won't talk to me!", Terry said. "Ain't you scared of me?" Harry just heard Terry hastily say: "Why? You've always been nice to me!" Harry nodded but eventually frowned and said, "But haven't you heard about my past?" When Terry heard that he understood everything, and said softly, "So that's why you haven't talked to me all day today?" Harry nodded quietly: "If you avoid me because of that, then it is understandable. Like Aunt Rose said, people like me will be wary no matter where I go. Like the tattoo of a three-headed dog on my arm, it can't be erased forever!"

Her chest vibrated against his when he roughly pulled her dress down revealing her slender shoulder. She was ready to feel his harsh attack on her again but nothing his body was frozen over her. She flinched feeling him pulling his hand away from her thigh and tracing his cold fingers on her revealed shoulder. "What is this?" His uneven deep voice reached her ears making her snap her eyes open as realization started drilling in her mind. The scar. There was a scar on her right shoulder which didn't fail to freeze Harry. The scar looked painful and quite old. He stared at it for a long time as she finally answered.

“The spark between us.” My chest got tight. “You’re imagining things.” His smile curved faintly, dangerous but patient. “Am I?” Harry stopped just a breath away from me. Close enough that I could see the faint scar across his jaw, like a story he wasn’t planning to tell me yet. Close enough that the scent of smoke and something darker stuck on him, making it impossible to think clearly. “Step back,” I whispered, pressing my hand forward, even though my voice betrayed me.

"I already knew you were a great man. Guess it wasn't to surprising to find out just how great you are." "Wait.. But how did you know?" "HAHA are you serious? Before you left for the academy, you lived her for a small amount of time and hid your armor.. And the mask. At first I thought you had grabbed it, like something to remember Havoc by. But then I saw the hole in your armor.... The same place you have a scar that wouldn't heal up... Your heart." It was true. With magic of this world anyone was usually able to heal a scar unless the weapon used was magic, and it would have to be a very powerful enchantment. Yet Christopher had only a few scars, and it was very obvious to anyone who's bee

Then I remembered the case of Hannah abs how the Alpha and Luna were so Interested in her, to the extent the Luna had to ask me this night if I have seen any scar on Hannah's neck. "Talking about the scar," I lowered my head and thought if checking her neck, and after hesitating for a while I checked her neck abs truly I saw a scar. "Oh my, there is really a scar." I said to myself in my mind and covered my mouth with my hand. "What does this mean?" I asked myself because I was so confused and I don't know what the scar represents. "Is this the scar she was talking about?" I asked myself still confused. (Alice's POV)

"It was a scar; it looked old." "Yeah, but he could have gotten it when he was in hell. However, why would it leave a mark? Wait!" Zin hit his head with his palm. "He was not supposed to feel any pain. He's not vulnerable—wait, what the fuck? It is not possible for him to be wounded." "He's the devil; of course that's not possible." Zin was right. It is not possible for him to get wounded. But why the hell did that scar appear out of nowhere? "So, it wasn't possible for him to get that scar just recently, right?"