Drawings Harry Potter Novels & Stories

"Go!" He lets out a chuckle before grabbing his clothes and walking out. I sat on his bed and look around. His drawing book caught my eyes and I find myself looking through them once again. There were at least ten drawings. Most of them were just sceneries of the beach, a cliff, a bridge and many more. Then I landed on the very last page. It's a ballroom. With a couple dancing in the middle of it. You can't see their faces but somehow you can tell that they're smiling happily. Huh. That's weird this wasn't there yesterday when I looked through it. I remembered the last one being an unrecognisable boy standing in the middle of the streets with cars passing by him. Oh wait, that's in the previ

Or anything. “Wow, is that a drawing of him, you are something else.” Mrs Haughter said as she pulled my sketch pad off my lap and admired the drawing of Lucas I made. Drawing was one of my talents. Actually, it was the best thing I could do. Perhaps it was because of my werewolf senses, I could draw images of people unbelievably well. “What's that on his arm? Hmmn, it looks like something I have seen before...wait, is that the Bloodbond?"

" I took out the book at one and it levitated itself and its pages flipped at such speed to an unknown page. The next act raised tension, my palm getting colder and sweaty. The pages slowly began to fill its empty sheets, drawings and writings, a few in English and the rest in sigils and signs. The first drawing I saw, was a three headed beast, it looked like a hound, or a dog. Drawn as a black and white art, shades of the body noticeably seen, bringing out details, the saliva dripping from its flappy mouth. I looked underneath the drawing and I saw a tag. "Cerberus, Hireling Of Hades." "Did that book just flip?" Asked Maria. Concern drawn over her face as she slowly walked closer and peeped

The living room was quiet now; Mary was napping, Richie was reading on the couch, and little Albus was sprawled on the rug with a box of crayons and a worn sketchpad. Brandon glanced over. “What are you working on, bud?” Albus held up the drawing proudly. “It’s the deer-man!” Brandon raised an eyebrow, setting the iron poker down. “The what now?” “The man with antlers,” Albus said matter-of-factly, like he was talking about the sky being blue. “I saw him in the forest. He was really tall and had tree branches on his head, and his eyes glowed. He waved at me.” Brandon chuckled softly. “You’ve got a wild imagination, little man.”

"Really good! I made a drawing today of you and me and Mama. Oh, and Grandpa too! Even though I don't know what he looks like yet, but I just imagined." I glanced at Alex with raised eyebrows. "Really? Can we see it?" "Of course you can! I worked super hard on it.” "I just hope you made me look so handsome in that picture, or else I'm gonna have to eat you up along with your drawing.” "Of course I did. I even made you really, really tall... like a giant tree!" Hailey giggled. Alex raised an eyebrow. "Like… a tree?" "Yeah! See?" She held up her drawing to the camera, and I had to bite my lip to keep from laughing out loud. Alex was indeed drawn like a stick figure tree.

Which brings me to my master plan. Lucas raised an eyebrow, leaning over my shoulder as I began to draw furiously. "Your master plan?" "Yes," I said proudly, tapping the paper. "Look." I drew a small, stick-figure crown sitting on top of a giant head with angry eyebrows. "This is me… playing you." Then, I drew a row of tiny little monsters at the bottom of the page with jagged teeth, horns, and tiny pitchforks. "These are your court ministers and Lord Brandon. They're basically demons."

It was the second time I burned myself with my cup of tea. I had recently bought it when I discovered an internet store about literary articles, and I instantly fell in love with the Harry Potter-themed cup that only required the coat of arms belonging to the book when it was filled to the top by a smoking liquid. Most of the time, I just filled it with water just to have the pleasure of seeing the dark color giving way to the brightness that contained the drawing of the most famous magnificent witchcraft school in the literary world.

I curtesy playfully “The room looks better.” They let out a chuckle. Athena plops herself on my bed "I absolutely love your room, so cute and small..." “Nah. You just love the owner of the room.” I say, sticking my tongue to her. She closes her eyes, relishing the moment. Obviously, Athena is my one weird princess. Prince Ares stands staring at the wall “What are these drawings Hermione?” He asks. I make to my feet, standing beside him. The drawing looks strange. “I really don't know Prince Ares, I haven't seen this, and it looks so new. I didn't make this...” I say

Jo accepted the paper gently, unfolding it with careful fingers. At first glance, it looked like a simple child’s drawing: messy lines, smudged colors. But the longer Jo stared, the colder her blood ran. It was a drawing of a massive wolf, dark and powerful, kneeling under a broken moon. Its silver eyes were hollow and sad, its paws chained to the ground by thick black tendrils. Beside it, a man, tall, crowned, broken, stood slumped over, clutching his chest as blood spilled from his side.

A grin slipped onto his face and he continued, “Welcome to your own little Hogwarts!” Twisting the knob, Nate entered and Eira followed. After hearing the word ‘Hogwarts’ she had built up high expectations. The room wasn’t grand or beautiful. Truthfully, it was dull. First she took in were the shelves with several thick books that looked torn at the edges. There were a few wooden tables with differently shaped candles and pentagrams drawn over them. The walls were lined with crafts and charts that attracted her attention. Most of them were hangings that showed the phases of the moon. There was something written below each picture but it was a foreign language that she couldn’t understand. Sh