Novel & Cerita Female Harry Potter Fan Art

Wearing his cute kindergarten uniform to his baby pictures, Alice was fully entertained. It was until she flips on the second last page is when she sees Harry at the family fountain. He looks like he was around 6 to 7 when a young girl his age was beside him. Standing and smiling, happy to be beside Harry seeing her eyes was on him the entire time. Caramel-brown hair, baggy but expensive-looking clothes, nerdy exterior... It didn’t take her long to realize that the feature of the girl is definitely... “Is this girl Emily? The one next to Harry? Do you know her?”

She couldn't understand his hatred toward witches and wondered why he felt that way toward them. Then suddenly, she saw an image of a young boy who looked like Francis standing at the same place she stood, looking at a man sitting on Francis's office. As she looked at the young boy that was nearly 12 year old, she reconized the familiar golden eyes and dark blue hair. He was looking firmly at the man behind the office desk, standing straigh like a soldier.

Charlotte pov Harper is a peculiar being . She has a bright personality and I thought it was nauseating but not anymore . She is just a nice person . Her long black hair falls down to her waist which I haven't stopped admiring . She has pretty brown doe eyes with beautiful rosy cheeks. She lifts her long floral dress and gets some cups from the cabinets on top . She isn't as skinny as the normal female werewolves. But she is quite slender. "I am so sorry for ruining your lunch , "she apologizes again . She places a plate on the counter as she talks.

XANDRIA'S POV I sat on my couch, running my hand through my hair as if my brush wasn't worthy. Ha! Yeah right. I was just too lazy to go into the bathroom and brush it myself. Ice cream was beside me on the table, my sweatpants fit loosely around my waist, and my loose shirt was on my torso like a blanket. I sighed, turning on the TV and finding that Harry Potter was on. Hey! Professor Lupin was a werewolf. Umm... A pretty ugly and fake werewolf.

Electric pleasure shot through me and I arched into his touch. "Off," Harry commanded, tugging at my robes impatiently. "I need to see you." I let him slip the robes off my shoulders, revealing the skimpy red lace underneath. Harry's eyes darkened with lust as they roamed over my nearly naked body. He reached out to trace the curve of my breast, thumb brushing over the stiff peak. "God, Hermione," he breathed. "You're perfect."

Gods, the thought made him erect again. In the hut deep inside the forest, the witch was sitting in front of a hexagon that she had drawn on the floor. She had lit candles all around it and in a bowl in the center filled with her blood. Elara wanted to kill Lyle, but Arya came in between. She was shocked to see that Arya was a hybrid. Elara was seething with anger, waiting for Nina. She whipped her head in the door’s direction when she heard Nina’s voice.

It was obvious that he was Draco Malfoy from the Harry Potter series. "I told you to come as Ron!" Leia shouted dramatically when she took sight of her fake boyfriend. Alice immediately knew that this would lead to a fight. And boy, she was not wrong. "I told you I don't like Ron!" "How could you not like him!" "You just want me to be Ron so everyone will know we're dating! You dressed as Hermione!" "How dare you assume that!" A guy suddenly blocked Alice's view of her quarreling friends. He was not wearing a shirt, and Alice could see the trail of alcohol running down the man's hairy and bulky chest. It was not a good sight.

Her long silk robe enveloped Persephone like a black mist around a dainty flower. They stared at each other's face for the longest moment. Persephone drank Hades in, her long straight nose and lustrous lips, her night-liquid eyes that flashed whenever they looked directly into hers. Persephone could not find the will to protest the graceful woman anymore, it was as if everything about Hades had hypnotized her mind and captured her soul.

Fuck, I did want to get her something… One thing I knew about my nympho was that she did not care about the price of something, she preferred meaningful gifts… Yeah, I was thinking about how to please my fucking goddess, and I don’t mean in the bedroom, because that was one place I know I did fucking great. I smirked arrogantly at the thought, only to be brought out of my thoughts by Dante pointing at a painted artwork that hung off the side of one of the stalls. I frowned, looking at what was supposed to be a witch holding an orb on a large piece of fabric, her eyes glowing and her black hair flowing around her. "Wayana!" "That doesn’t look anything like Raihana." I replied, frowning slight