Female Harry Potter Fan Art Novels & Stories

She remember telling him how she preferred gathering small toys than the big fluffy ones. Her eyes stared at the box filled with the small dolls of her favourite movie characters, Harry Potter. There was a time she used to share with him how she will do anything to collect dolls of the characters of this movie. She noticed the only character she shared how much she loved, she had a weird hate and love relationship with this one character and there were dolls of his.

"An' we think these are like, her suitors. Five boyfriends. Lucky lady." He traces his finger around the figures standing in the forest. They are in a perfect semi-circle surrounding her, each facing inwards. An elegant figure in a dark cape; a man robed in white with feathered golden wings on his back; some sort of vagabond or possibly a pirate; a dragonfly-winged faery prince dressed in green; a knight in shining armor. That's the Portland art scene for you. Someone definitely enjoys their magic mushrooms a bit too much. "I'm not sure that they're courting her," I say, gazing at the figures. The scene looks ominous to me.

"I have no intention of harming you," Harry clarifies, face soured by the thought. "I would never harm a pregnant Omega, much less you, carrying the last line of Black." "My child will never be part of your sick twisted shit," Ariadne hisses. "You can go f*ck yourself." Harry laughs, eyes sparkling as if Ariadne had just complimented his pinstripe suit. "God, you're perfect. Like a lily, a perfect Madonna Lily," Harry says, and it causes Ariadne to nearly vomit.

I blink at him, is he a Harry Potter fan too? “Slytherin and Ravenclaw. Are you a fan?” I ask squinting my eyes at him. He chuckles “I am but don’t tell my father or Jax, I’ll never hear the end of it.” “Your secrets safe with me. Let me guess Hufflepuff and Gryffindor?” I say looking at his facial features. Strong cheek bones, sharp jaw line, ocean blue eyes, some faint freckles smattered across his nose and cheeks, eyebrow piercing and black hair with a fade around the edges, wavy curls on top. He really is very handsome.

But if a seven-year-old wanted to read the entire Harry Potter series in a week, Kiara was not going to discourage it. Kiara’s blue eyes flicked over to where her niece leaned against the trunk of the sugar maple tree with green leaves and small greenish yellow flowers above her. She sat on grass that was already lush and green thanks to the pack Omega’s and city maintenance crews. Unlike her sister’s unruly curls, Marie had straight dark auburn hair that hung just past her shoulders. Her bright warm honey eyes devoured the words on the page in front of her. In her young mind, Marie wore Hogwarts robes that were in the Ravenclaw colors. In reality, she wore knee length khaki shorts and a pu

she said in a delicate voice. She called me Phiagirl. My foes usually didn’t call me Phiagirl. I blinked at her. She looked five or six years my senior. She had short auburn hair with stylish bangs. Her hazel eyes were warm. Her nose was small but cute. I’d call her Barbie. She and Fin, the younger mage, had already joined forces and were flinging their fireballs at the dark witches, who hadn’t stopped shooting black spells at us. The vampires’ shields had nearly been eaten away by those nasty spells.

He sputtered. And here he saw the mature mother lick her lips, rather seductively he thought. Coupled with the way her tits were showing in that top, wooo! The big milf jugs... cleavage galore! And at once Harry's mind was filled with wanton thoughts of sliding his dick up and down between her breasts, as his precum leaked out and slickened down the skin. Providing a smooth, effortless surface. “Uhh... see something good, Harry?” His girlfriend inquired, raising an eyebrow in contempt.

Her perfectly serene doll-like look was ruined however by the tired scowl which decorates her face. Rubisviel Fyaril, the Orchid Butterfly Witch of the Dark Forest wipes the sweat from her brow and huffed after completing a drawing of a Cthulhu symbol inside her circle. Thick black bags hang under her tired golden eyes and her face was paler than usual. Her head hurts like a battle-ax was splitting it open and her shoulders and legs are aching after prolonged hours of sitting on the ground and focusing on drawing the symbols.

cried Hana who was sitting on her chair and looking at Harry. "But…." Harry had just come to his senses, and he was quick to curse at his stupidity at this point. Harry quickly got up from Hana's bed and looked at the girl. "Han, how about this. I didn't realize that Rita was a bucket!” Hana shrugged and started to turn on the screen in front of her. It made Harry grumpy. This seems to be the reason Hana kicked him. But Harry remembered something, he looked at Hana who was already playing her game. The girl from time to time has always loved games. It never changed and Harry knew it. Harry took a seat next to Hana, staring at the panda eye bags and also Hana's strong body odor. He bet if the

I can't see her face through her hair. I approach as she's moving her arm furiously. When I get closer, I realize she's drawing something on a pad. "Sam?" I say quietly as I take a few more cautious steps. She doesn't stop. "Sammy?' I get closer. When I'm close enough, I try to reach for her. Her head whips around snarling and growling. Her wolf is out. I jump back at the sight. Her face is twisted in anger, her canines are out and her eyes are glowing pink. Fucking hot pink!