Why Does Harry Potter Have A Scar Novels & Stories

Day and night. “Malcolm, don't walk away from me!!” I was about to go after him when I noticed something at the back of his neck. It was a scar. Like a slash. I had overheard Remi telling Brie that Daddy had an injury on his neck and Jamie said that he got it because he was a superhero. Was that what she was talking about? How did he get his scar? And why is he not healing? He was supposed to have healed as a werewolf.

At such a young age, he seemed to have a lot on his mind, and it was showing physically on him. As I massaged lower, I noticed a faint scar on his lower back. I frowned because Theo doesn’t have scars on his body. Despite his intense training, he usually doesn’t have scars, and if he does, they are usually not visible. But this one was visible, and for some reason, I was curious and couldn’t stop myself from asking. “This… scar… how did you get it…” I asked, my voice trembling with fear as I trailed my finger on the scar.

And why had he ordered the man to cease? Perhaps he wanted to question her a bit and then when she still didn't give him the answers that he so seeked, he would ask the man to press the button for the blade to cut her hand off completely? Her hand throbbed in pain and she wanted to look at it to know the extent of the damage, but she was too scared to look. What if a huge chunk of her hand had gone? Gods, she was going to scar. The Sorceri detested scars. A person with scars was considered less than perfect. Which was basically an abomination.

he muttered, not even looking at me as he stood up to leave. Typical. I stepped in his path. “I know about the scar.” That got his attention. His eyes flicked to mine, guarded but curious. “What scar?” he asked, but the way his shoulders stiffened told me everything. He knew exactly which one. “The look on your face just told me you know exactly what I’m talking about,” I said. He sighed and ran a hand through his dark hair. “Look, all I know is that scar, it's not just a mark. It’s a lock. Old magic. It’s used to seal something dangerous. I don’t know what but it’s not something you want to mess with.”

"You can't protect your sister or your lover if you get scared of the gunshot. How can you catch a bullet for them if your feet don't move, sweetheart?" Rossie snapped, her forehead slowly creasing as if she had recognized him. Harry noticed that and the best way to get out of that situation is to act cool about it. "Does my scar bother you?" he cooly asked. Rossie looked away. It seemed to work. "I know the scars are horrifying but they are memories to keep. Consider it my medals." "No," she softly muttered. "They're not horrifying and I don't mind them. You just reminded me of someone."

Scarlett couldn't help but notice the way his eyes glittered mischievously and how confidently he held himself - like someone who knew exactly what they wanted. "Can I help you?" she asked nervously, feeling suddenly out of place under his intense gaze. "I'm here for your dad," he replied curtly before disappearing down the hallway, leaving Scarlett feeling hot under the collar. She couldn't shake off how his eyes had lingered on her body for just a little too long, and she found herself blushing at the thought of him. Somehow, Scarlett thought he looked familiar to her. 'Nah, I could never have such a beauty by my side and still be hopelessly single all this while.' She shook her head.

although he was handsome but the scar on his face he got years ago never went away which mostly people thinks and resembling him as a pack monster , but he didnt care . One night when he was still treating his fresh wounds after being eaten and ripped brutually by the rogues, he had a massive headache which made his eyes glow and because he wasnt in the watch of anyone he suffered a shock , the poor boy didnt know what to do so he screamed so much and felt his lungs ws giving out air mercilessly that he wanted to die , he was whimpering like a lost kitten and it wa that time when the gifted witches were passing by the pack of the red moon blood pack and heard a very frightening scream ,

If she was healed magically then the scar should've remained like the one on her arm and her back and also on half of her face then how come it just disappeared from her? Her stomach tightened up. Was it possible that Draco took all her pain and scars? But how was that possible? Only a witch could heal her but then again witches could only heal light wounds, not extreme ones. She peeked at him through the thick curtain of her lashes only for her eyes to widen because he was already looking at her. She abruptly looked away, getting caught red-handed. Draco pulled to his feet. There were so many things he wanted to say. He wanted to comfort her but he knew he would only make her uncomfortable.

Marcus stepped behind her pushing the wheel chair out of the ward. Scar is seated on the bed wrapped in a duvet,she looks pale and weak with eye bags. Marcus set the camera facing her properly,her scars that made her look formerly dangerous now made her look vulnerable,like someone beaten down by life,a number of times. “Good day guys,I'm Scar ,yeah that's how I remember my name, though people call me Lisa but I don't feel connected to it” She coughed, Marcus passed her a handkerchief,her hands trembled as she collected it,she coughed into it,her body trembling as she coughed,she raised her tears filled eyes, sniffing softly.

She repeated again and again before Hazel told her to stop “Why aren’t you healing?” she questioned at Hazel desperately , “What happened?” " they probably purged out your powers while you were asleep ." Hazel responded Tears fell from Scar's eyes as she tried the words on Hazel again, yet nothing happened. Hazel quickly explained her ordeal before shaking her head and adding, “It doesn’t matter right now. What matters is that we need to figure out how to get you out of here.” “Like hell we should ,Hazel !” Scar snapped at her, speaking much louder than she had intended