Albus Dumbledore Glasses Novels & Stories

Way to throw me under the bus in an instant. The boy looked up, giving me a clear view of his face. Flawless skin, way to flawless for his own good with pale skin. His hairs were jet black and a pair of round glasses sat over his nose. If I didn't know better, I would say Harry Potter had come to life. All in all, he was an absolute nerd. He stared at Alex's outstretched hand in terror before turning his gaze to me and locked there. 'Her... her eyes... they a-are-'

“Alicia, take up your things and come forward.” Arnold was about to stand up, protectively, but I shook my head at him and took my bag and I went to the front of the class. “Look here, Alicia. Why are you at the back? They’re all taller than you.” He shifted his glass again as he asked me. I shrugged. “I have been there all this time, is there a problem?” He smiled, shaking his head. “Oh girl, You see the glasses I wear?” I nodded. “Well it wasn’t always on me. I used to see just fine, until I started to strain my eyes, you see.”

And as he emerged from the bathroom, a trendy embodiment of youthful sophistication, I couldn't help but feel a swell of pride at the sight of my handiwork. But there was one crucial detail left to attend to—the black-framed glasses that had become his trademark. With a knowing smile, I gently removed them, revealing the true depth of his eyes for the world to see. I had noticed his short-sightedness matched mine, so I had equipped him with contact lenses, allowing his gaze to shine unobstructed by the familiar frames. The effect was transformative, his eyes suddenly larger, more expressive, radiating a newfound confidence that was impossible to ignore.

’ It baffled me how he was always at odds with almost everyone that I had come across lately. ‘It’s a long story, where are you right now?’ ‘Just walking about, I don’t feel like sitting through any class right now, I have seen too much to pay attention.’ And every word I typed was true. I wondered how I was still sane. ‘On my way, stay still.’ And he went offline. I found an empty bench by a tree and sat down to wait. I thought deeply about what Albus and Davina told me. Well, they never really said much but I knew that they were only going to give me access to answers that I needed if I joined their little book club. What really caught my attention was the book of the dead in the show glas

” I cursed as I drank directly from the bottle, I gulped it all as my eyes became red, like a bloodshot. I walked down from the mini parlor back to my swivel chair as I crashed down on it, completely frustrated. What if he asks for any price to get back to his love?? What then becomes of me when he takes her away?? Will I truly die a painful death?? Hell no, that can’t be and will never be. I groaned as I looked at Dumbledore who was still resting at the cabinet, looking all the wines I had there.

It was as if the sun just turned pure white. "This is just the beginning" Albus said as he closed his hand and compressed the ball of flames to a size that could fit in his hand. It no longer looked like a ball of flames but instead it looked like a little ball of light that hovered above his palm. "NOW DIE!!!" he yelled as he shot a concentrated beam at his target. He easily broke through the barrier but still missed, and his targets were out sight. "You're right, I am indeed very lucky" Mina from behind Albus. He turned around to look but saw no one.

I leaned back against the door, eyes nearly fluttering at the sound of his voice, the warm breath from his mouth. I stared at him pointedly, forcing my voice to sound firm, but it only came out as a whisper. “Then I guess you missed one tiny detail about me, Mr. Stalker.” The glasses only protected my eyes from screens because I couldn’t stare at a bright screen for too long without black spots in my vision. So I didn’t have it on all the time. Amusement flickered in Alaric’s eyes and he let out an amused breath which had no damn business causing my core to pulsate.

A few strands of his hair escaped the bun he had gathered it into, falling over his face. Bones poked his cheeks as if he was gritting his teeth. The male had never smiled at all that she could remember. He was always detached. "Does he ever smile?" Isolde asked Draco, her eyes still pinned on Alfos. His eyes were glittering like hers now. His raven hair glowed under the candles and lanterns in the space. Why do they have the same type of hair and eye color? "He rarely does," Draco hummed, his eyes ghosting over Alfos. He watched him fiddle with the goblet in his hand.

Is that why Teddy is doing this? As much as the witch’s words slice through me, I can’t seem to believe them as I’m strapped here to the altar with them all chanting around me. Both the witch and Teddy have evil I their eyes. Are my eyes the same? “I need you to wear these glasses, bud.” Dad smiles at me, handing them back to me after I had thrown them on the floor. I look at the glasses, then at him. Dad has his own glasses on. I can see my reflection in them. My silver eyes swirling like Liquid Metal. Like smoke that can’t be contained.

The second man walked calmly toward Alice, then bowed briefly while his cold blue eyes stared at her. "Good evening, printsessa." I was grateful they weren't speaking Russian again. And it seems they haven't realized I'm here too. My gaze returned to the first man, his strange black eyes filled with hatred as he looked at Alice. Why strange? Because his irises looked permanently dilated. It took me a moment to realize these two were Draco Malfoy's friends from before. "Where's Eirik?" Alice asked, her hand still gripping the katana in her right hand.