Drawings Harry Potter Novels & Stories

I called out to him. Harry focused the screen of my phone towards me and I gasped as I covered my mouth with both of my hands when I was surprisingly shown an unfinished sketch. It was an outline sketch of half of Harry’s face and his long curly hair but with no eyes, eyebrows, nose or mouth. I grabbed my phone from his hand and zoomed in on the date as it says Unfinished: April 14, 2011 and there was a little note below the date as it reads… ‘Dreamed about this guy last night but I was not able to see his face clearly.’

I flipped the next paper, and froze. I looked over at him sleeping soundly on the bed and looked back at the drawing. Why would he draw this? It was an image of a lady with a red cloak. He had colored her with red. Then she was surrounded by green bushes. There were small rocks around the area. But what caught my attention the most, was his illustration of the pool of blood on the floor and a small child drowning in it. It was definitely the nightmares. I flipped through the other papers and saw other strange but similar drawings. A red eyed owl. An old house. And the last one was a drawing of an ancient Greek symbol. I couldn't place what it was.

I question him again trying to break the ice, he seems to smirk a little looking over at me. "Well it started back in school I don't know how old I would've been, I was sat in class leaning back in my chair and for some reason behind me, you know back in the day you had those pens you had to dip in ink?" He asks me looking over with a smile, I nod saying quills he nods continuing "well I leant back in my chair when the chair moved and I fell, on the way down I tried to grab hold of something to stop me falling, but I end up grabbing the sheet of paper the tubs were of ink was on" he laughs which causes a little laugh to come out of my lips as I finish with his cut on his face.

Out of frustration, she was just about of cast a spell over the pot, so that it could bring out something helpful but her eyes caught a glimpse of a little carving over it. Prying closely, she inspected the carving intensely. It wasn’t very clear and was a very tiny one. But turning the pot closer, she was able to see the drawing of something. In order to find what it was, she casted a spell over it and the second instant, the little green pot in her hands changed to a large sized pot, while everything else over it also got magnified.

Like the puppets in the friday puppet shows at school. I locked the door behind us making sure our parents would not be able to check up on us while we are out. We walked to the glass window, it was pouring outside like the shower when it is tuned to the highest. It was like a waterfall. I started to draw something in the frost on the window. "What are you drawing?" Lily asked. I drew two broomstick girls holding hands. "Me and you outside. Imagine how fun it would be to adventure under the rain!"

“But I do need to show you something.” She takes my hand and leads me to her desk. Opening a drawer, she pulls out a small stack of papers. She holds them out to me, and I take the stack. They’re children’s drawings in crayon. “I found those in Bryony’s room,” Willow explains. Our three-year-old daughter's drawing isn’t a concern. It’s the subject matter in her drawings that makes me pause. There are drawings of wolves in cages, a bloody wolf on the ground with a knife sticking out of its neck and a black sun with a smaller blue circle inside of it.

Why would I have such twisted thoughts suddenly? I shook the thoughts from my head, opening the notebook. The first thing I’ve noticed was the word ‘bitch’ , but a funny drawing captured my eyes, a laugh escaped my lips. “Andy can be childish sometimes” I mumbled, looking at the witch with green eyes and red hair she drew just below the word ‘bitch’. I started to turn pages, narrowing my eyes as I glanced at the sketches. This girl has a horrible talent when it comes to drawing, I smiled, turning pages once more, I stopped when I noticed a poem.

I have never entered that room since I showed it to her and it seems enticing to me now. I turned the doorknob before walking to the spacious room. I went to the drawing board in the middle of the room instantly and there is a blank sheet clipped to the board. My eyes looked around the table just beside the board and I noticed the stack of papers that are lying there. I picked the stack up and looked through it. Adele has sketched on these papers. I smiled as I looked through her drawing. There is the drawing of a bird, an elephant, the sunrise, the beach, weird trees that did not turn out well, a dream catcher, and so other drawings on these papers. My hand stopped when I picked up a drawin

I order and watch the boys run back towards the building as fast as they can. I watch with concern as the young boy they were picking on sniffs and works to pick up pieces of his sketchbook. I bend down and help him pick up the remaining pieces before they’re carried off by the wind. I look at one of the pieces of paper and can’t contain the awe on my face as I take in the amazing sketch before me. It’s this incredible real-life style drawing of a sirna with a vibrant red tail surrounded by all the elements. It takes me a second to recognise the likeness, but this is a sketch of the God Ezillus as a sirna! This might be the coolest thing I’ve ever seen. “You drew this?” I ask in astonishment

Of course, the ancient would have a hidden horror book in his personal damn throne in his personal damn vault! It was clear that the writing wasn’t normal ink and it had to be some kind of tattoo. I studied the first page, which seemed to be some kind of drawing of a tree. The ink had faded in some places, but I could still make out the tree. The next page was a very bad drawing of what seemed to be a witch and I could only imagine the circular image to be a cauldron of sorts! That was it! This was what we had been looking for all this time! I quickly paged to the next page. It was covered in symbols I had never seen before which I could only guess was the spell … Could this be the unlinking