Aesthetic Harry Potter Novels & Stories

'Stacy' reached out to touch her face and asked cautiously, "What's wrong with you?" Harry shook his head. "No." Then he bent over and picked her up. "Stacy" put her arms around his neck and looked at his face. He was cold and resolute. His sword-shaped eyebrows were full of heroic spirit. His straight nose was like a statue and his thin lips were tightly closed with restraint and determination. Every part of his face was perfect and incredible. "Stacy" was mesmerized by Harry. When Harry put her in the car, "Stacy" was still looking at him. Harry frowned and didn't like to be looked at like this for no reason.

Even now I still taste her decadent flavour on my tongue, only worsened by the way her scent still clings to this room like a shadow. Holding up the sketch in front of me I’m repulsed by its weak imitation and angered that I am bedevilled even to care. I watch as the portrait bursts into flames in my hands leaving nothing but ash floating in the air. I rise from my desk and look around the room at the many portraits of her face. They repulse me. No palette on Earth can capture the shade of burnt sienna that is her skin or the strands of cedar and mocha that make up her hair. Humans don’t even know of all the colours that make up her eyes and I don’t understand why I fucking care?!

With flowers and small crystals strategically placed from the crown on top of her head all the way down to the very tip of her braid. The amethyst crystals sparkled in the sun against her dark brown hair like tiny purple diamonds. Her beautiful heart-shaped face had a stern look on it, turning her plump light pink lips into a pout. Her sun-kissed skin was as smooth as velvet and I had a really bad urge to reach out and run my hands across the surface of it. Before I could get the chance to do something I might regret, Athena's big liquid honey, better than any single malt whiskey-colored eyes, landed right on me.

"Am... am I not attractive enough?" Henry frowned. That wasn't what he had been expecting to hear. "Do you want my honest answer?" He asked. Aurora nodded. Her heartbeat increased and she wondered what he was going to say. "You turn me on with just a single look." Henry began, his voice low and husky. "You're so sexily attractive that you drive me insane. You make me burn for you with a single touch. You arouse me when you moan my name. Your beauty makes my heart throb. Your smile lights up the darkest part within me. Your eyes are like precious jewels, and I want to lose myself in their hypnotizing depths. The things you do to me Aurora, I still can't find the words to describe them."

I make to sit also, when they both do their sibling handshake. "Hermione is one of the most beautiful red-haired that I have met, but this -whatever you did to her, her face, skin, dress,” Prince Ares says "it is absolutely good, reminds me of fairy Circe.” I let out a subtle cough, faking a laughter "Nonsense! That is outrightly impossible.” "Don't be like that Hermione, you undermine yourself." Athena chips in “Didn't you hear his claim? Now that is so inconceivable! Me? The Fairy Circe? Nah, never.” I panic, drinking hastily the cup of water in front of me.

The only difference was that they had almost opposite aesthetics. Aubrey was the pretty, cute lady you had no idea could claw your eyes out. She represented yellow, pink and all things girly, and always had a smile on. Hazel, on the other hand, had a dark aesthetic. Wore dark colours, especially red. Always had red lipstick on. Seductive but sweet, to only the people she cared about. She was also girly, but the other kind. And she would absolutely claw your eyes out. But that was the only difference in them. Their aesthetic. They loved the same things.

"Harry, has it occurred to you that maybe it's because you're ugly?" This time, Harry was in disbelief. Him? Ugly? He responded, "Hector, if you don't need your eyes anymore, please donate them to someone who does. Look at me. I'm dashing and charming!"

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

Wow, what a picturesque view. “What’s with that dude, Cent?” A frown escaped from Matilda’s rotting face. She could almost feel her eye sockets popping with how hard she was staring at the purple-clad wizard a few meters away from them. For Matilda, who was so used to rotting faces and distorted figures, it was difficult for her to differentiate what was beautiful and not. So Matilda was having a hard time distinguishing the purpose of this stalking frenzy that Maleficent pulled her into. She was frowning until then, when something struck into Matilda’s shrinking brain. “Oh my, girlie!”

DARIUS' POV "Well, well," his smooth voice said. I turned around slowly to face Harry who was standing in the doorway. He looked immaculate as always in tailored clothes that probably cost more than most pack members made in a month. His blonde hair was artfully styled. There was a strange false concern etched into his big bright blue eyes. He looked like an angel. But Harry? He acted like the devil. "I heard there was some excitement today. Came to see the damage for myself."