Drawings Harry Potter Novels & Stories

But due to the appearance of the lady boss, I had thought Draco was changing, but it seems he was still the feared devil in the underworld. I could already hear the heart wrenching screams as soon as we got out of the elevator and entered the corridor, making our way to the room at the end of the hallway. The pungent smell of blood and sweat and rotten body parts due to wounds on some of the prisoners that were left untreated filled our nostrils, but Draco seemed unfazed as he took calculated and controlled steps towards the door. Draco made his way to the huge chair that was reserved for him anytime he came around to watch and sat down like a king. Only that he looked like the king of hell.

Draw the magic circle! She swallowed hard, her brow furrowing in concentration. With a deep breath, Lily propelled the mana forward, guiding it as she had the chalk in her hand. Within the canvas of her mind, she began to sketch the intricate symbols and lines, recreating the magic circle she had labored over on the ground. "Wow!" Emmanuel and Theo exclaimed, their voices hushed with awe. At the sound of her brothers' remarks, Lily's eyes flew open. What she saw left her breathless, her heart pounding in her chest.

So that means getting going now. Having a blank page for a commission, and getting started on it, that’s two different things. After wasting most of my free period staring at a large white rectangle, I give up and start doodling in a sketchpad instead. Sketches of faces, mostly. The Pack. Imogen. Mom. The college staff. My tutor, Mrs Bird, as a Sergeant Major in a feathery rainbow uniform, strutting around bellowing orders. Jade as a crow, teaching crow martial arts to a bunch of baby crows. Mary in a Cinderella ball gown. Reese as a tiger. Tom as a warrior fairy, with dragonfly wings and a silver rapier.

LYRA POV Even though the room was dimly lit, it couldn't hide what surrounded me. Drawings. Everywhere I looked, there were drawings of me. Me standing in the garden, sunlight catching my hair. Me sleeping, my face peaceful and relaxed. Me walking through corridors, my dress flowing behind me. Me laughing at something, joy captured in careful pencil strokes. My hands shook as I reached out to touch one of the papers. The detail was perfect. Every line of my face, every strand of hair, every small expression—all captured with stunning accuracy.

No words. When I returned to the cabin, Kaelen was sleeping soundly, as if nothing had happened. But the drawing was still on the table. And now there were three more beside it. Each darker than the last. One showed a crown floating above a field of bones. Another showed a wolf standing in a pool of blood. But the last— It was me. Standing alone. I saw fire behind me, and a sword in my hand. Someone kneeling before me with a blade in their back.

Nicole. “Heidi…” my heart softened as I dropped to my knees beside her. “I’m gonna put them back, I promise. I just wanted mum to stay here for a while.” One of her drawings rested ont he table too, almost covered by mum’s scarf. I pulled it from under there. It wasn’t the best picture but I could tell it was two older women with a child in between them. One of the women’s hair was done with a yellow pencil while the other was black, the child had tiny dots around her head to imitate hair, but what they all had in common was the yellow circles hovering over their heads and the triangle wings.

He found it strange and pulled down all the contents of the wardrobe, he found a small black bag, he opened it and saw a drawing book and some other drawing materials. He took out the book and he began to flipped through the pages, the first page housed a.picture of James with his hair and strands of it on the floor. The picture was heartbreaking. As Arthur kept himself busy with the drawing book, he found drawn pictures of James, Bella and himself laughing and gave out a small smile. He knew just like himself, bella loves art but he never knew James was an artist and could draw so beautifully. He continued to flip through the pages until he saw a familiar face holding a basket of fruit. Her

Not even a single try. “What does it say?” I asked, brows furrowing as I rubbed both of my palms to create warmth. The cold had been much cruel today ever since we arrived at the healer’s cabin. I encouraged myself to look at the drawings instead; the art style is pretty much gothic, if not ancient. It wasn’t inked. Hues of black and white were embedded on the golden brown pages of the material. I saw the graphics of a human and a werewolf. They were doing something strange… some sort of a ritual. Elliot did not flip the pages further so I ended up guessing that that was it.

Heath stood slowly, leaving the grimoire on the table, and came to stand behind her. “It does this,” she took one of the candles that she had lit and set the flame to the line of ash and blood. It flared to life, like a strip of magnesium, sizzling along the pentagram, etching the design into the cardboard before extinguishing. “And, voila! A spell trap for keeping freaky creatures.” Heath produced a handkerchief and wrapped it around her still bleeding finger. “So, what next?”

Derek asked with a subtle frown on his lips as he looked at Ginny who smiled at him gently. She reached out her hand and then picked up the paper weight on the table before placing it in the palm of her hand. She then said with a small smile, “ Imagination.” With that Ginny drew an array causing the paper weight to transfigure into a rabbit as it hopped down from her hands and then started to jump around the entire room. This was the first time Derek had seen someone performing a magic spell in front of him. His eyes widened as he watched the rabbit that was created from a paperweight. He never thought that something like this was possible nor did he know that magic could be interesting.