Drawings Harry Potter Novels & Stories

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.

I said to him in walking around his room, I turned my head to him in waiting for an answer and he quickly shook his head from one side to another. So he hadn't any family members. But from disgust smell, I smelled something else. He had drugs there, he kept them in a book. I went by the bookshelf and took the third book. "Harry Poter? Are you for real?" He kept in a children's tale drugs. Pages were cut in the middle of a book and placed drugs instead. He paled from my question maybe he was afraid that I liked his book and he destroyed what I like. No, I didn't like this nonsense, but... I shook my head in thinking drop it, Jack.

“I drew this! It’s a horse.” I took the paper carefully. The drawing was crooked but sweet, then beside the horse was something that looked like a wolf. “What's this?” I asked “It's you…” “That’s me?” I was shocked. She nodded. “Yes, see I got your hair right, it's bigggg.” Lexi chuckled again, covering her mouth. “She’s not wrong.” I smiled and folded the drawing carefully. “Then I’ll keep it.” Later, when they were inside, Lexi stood to collect the mugs. “You’re good with them,” she said without looking at me.

Feeling restless, he stood and walked to the corridor outside the hospital ward to clear his head. Two young nurses pushed a medication cart past him. Their excited whispers drifted to his ears. "Did you see the photos from the Orsini heir's wedding? Look at this one! The bride's train was supposedly 30 feet long, embroidered with real gold thread!" The other leaned closer, her voice filled with dreamy admiration. "Never mind the dress. Look at the crown she's wearing. I heard it's an ancient Orsini family heirloom. The main diamond is huge! When the sun hit it, the entire chapel lit up."

Trying to find something that will ease the awkwardness, she turned her head away, only to find a drawing above the cabinet. Harriet narrowed her eyes. What she saw in the drawing is something that she already saw when she was young. ‘Isn’t that…?!’ “Cassius, you drew this?” Harriet asked, pointing the drawing above the small cabinet. Cassius stared at the paper above. It is a drawing of a small modern hut house with palm tree on the side and a sea behind. His eyes widened. He hates the sea but he couldn’t stop himself from drawing that after he remembered a certain part of his childhood memories.

“Does that make me a Ravenclaw or a Hufflepuff?” “Gryffindor.” Dean smiled at him. “They are courageous, chivalrous and determined. Plus, holy shit, the special effects.” JD laughed and hugged her to him. “I didn’t think that Harry was your type of movie. But I guess the special effects make it your type.” “Yeah. Especially the parts that aren’t done completely CGI. I mean even then; you have your place holders. And of course, there’s a forest named after me.”

he completes for me in a smug tone, and I roll my eyes. "It's really, really good," I say, but it seems like that isn't what he wants to hear since he snatches the drawing from my hand, scoffing and walking away. What a miscreant. "Okay, Daniel. Come show me yours." I say, and my boy comes closer to me with a shy expression. He hands me the paper, and my jaw drops. It's a wolf. Not just any wolf; it's Harry's wolf. The black fur, the hugeness, the eyes.

From outside, very faintly, almost nothing at all, came one heavy thud that might have been somebody’s body hitting the wall or somebody’s ego splitting in half. Poppy didn’t even turn her head. She held out her drawing to me proudly. “Look. This is the new castle. This one is for me. This one is for Bunny. This one is for Mommy if you behave.” I looked at the drawing of a giant pink tower with a helipad, a vegetarian dragon, and something that might have been a conference room. “Beautiful,” I said. And outside, the world was welcome to keep burning itself down.

From the way she described the picture of the creature, even I felt a goosebumo creeping underneath my skin. I listened to everything she was saying and not once did I interrupted her. A black fog come out and with it....the wizard followed. He stepped forward with his staff and a glare in his eyes. "Describe the creature for me." He said immediately. Again, Lyra begins to explain. This time I took out a piece of paper and a pen. I was skillful I'm drawing and even sketching out some of the details she had described. Once I had finished drawing, I turned the paper around and showed it to the wizard.