Why Does Harry Potter Have A Scar Novels & Stories

I should be offended that he would watch me while I was naked, but the fact that he saw my scars and was still here tells me he didn’t mind them at all. "I wish I could take them away. But any scars given in the underworld are permanent. Every time I looked in the mirror, I would see them, and I hated it." I started chewing on my lower lip while my eyes welled up with tears. "He whipped you…" His finger trailed on the hideous long scar that ran across from my left breast down to the middle of my stomach. His touch was setting fire to my skin, but it was a comforting one. "Why?" "He caught me casting a spell on my body. I was only able to make one, and he made me confess what the spell I conj

"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."

"It was horrible." Harry was silent and he lifted Brooklyn's top to look at the scar. It was a circular mark. A brand. "I'm so sorry," Harry mumbled and wrapped his arms around Brooklyn, pulling her close. "What you've endured... no one should have to go through that." Brooklyn buried her face in Harry's chest. "I've never told anyone what I've told you," she said. "You've told me and we don't have to talk about it ever again," Harry said. "Not unless you wanted to. Okay?"

I gripped Hunter’s hand tighter to deal with the pain. “Zelda I can’t feel my fingers.” Hunter informed me. “Sorry babe.” “Um...Zelda...the scars won’t go away. I could only close them up.” Posy said in a small voice. I looked down at my arm and sure enough the cuts were closed, but the scarring was there. It was like I would be forced to be reminded of what happened. “Why not?” I asked. “Well I think the blade might have been enchanted. Even my magic can’t heal these.” She sighed.

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.

His behaviour matched with some of the reading that he got back from the spell. After some time, Professor McGonagall finally released the boy, and composed herself back to the image of the strict Professor. "Sorry for my behaviour, Mr. Potter." "No problems, Professor." Larry Potter answered his Professor. He had seen a different side of her today, and he understood that she cared. Larry Potter turned to Erik and asked. "Sir, and what about my scar?" "Your scar, Mr. Potter, contin, indeed, a piece of corrupted alien magic in it. And the headaches that you had are the result of said corrupted alien magic 'hammering' the protection. It has something to do with who that piece of corrupted magi

’ Irving rolled his eyes at me. Everything about her is perfect. Even the scar she tried to cover. Few werewolves have scars. We heal too quickly unless the injury was from silver or laced with wolfsbane. Otherwise, scars from before our first shift will remain with us forever. And to werewolves, scars showed strength. They show that you survived. And my mate is strong and has survived so much.

"Didn't know she would murder my parents? Didn't know she would steal my entire legacy? Or didn't know she would humiliate me in front of the world?" Clark was speechless. "Or," I continued, "did you know all along and just chose to look the other way?" "No! I really didn't know—" "Then what about this?" I turned my back to him and unfastened the top of my tunic. A gruesome scar ran from my left shoulder to my right hip. The eclipse curse had turned it a sickly silver-black, and it still seemed to writhe slowly, eating away at my life force. Clark's breath hitched.

Not as big as Harry Potter and obviously not given by "the one who must not be named" Mom said I have been having this since I was a kid, I could even observe them in my childhood pics. As I grew up, people started to laugh at my scar or at times random stares and that's when I decided that I would cover the scar, no matter what and no matter how long. I decided to go early as it was my first day and I didn't want to be late. Pro-tip, never be late on your first day. I walked to school and it was already a bit crowded. I see students running here and there. I am excited and completely ready for this new change. I collected my class schedule and wanted to look around on my own. But first, I m

He let out a soft low sigh, as he rolled up the sleeves of his cloth, displaying his well built muscles and veins of his right arm. A small scar– like the shape of a crescent, resided on his biceps, comfortably. He had gotten the scar when he was young and he remembered crying a lot as a result of that. The wound couldn't heal because his wolf powers were still dormant at that time and the wound was from a knife covered with poison from a moon cursed flower which prevent wounds from healing, resulting in a scar. Once, just beside the scar, a name which was written with permanent ink stood beside the scar like a protector, but all that was left of it now was fade which won't be noticeable unl