Hairy Potter Novels & Stories

“I’m sorry, but we don’t have any girl in this class with silver hair.” “Huh?” The word slipped out before I could stop it. I glanced back at John, then leaned forward. “My son—Harry, he’s in this class and he swears there’s a little girl with silver hair. He said she sits by the window and he even tried talking to her, but she wouldn’t respond.”

After all, I only have one life. I combed through my hair and left for the kitchen with Morgan's shirt only reaching my mid-thighs. I nearly drooled at the sight before me. Morgan looked carefree and relaxed as he flipped the pancake on the fire. His movements were so natural. It felt as if he had been doing this forever. He was wearing an apron over a white shirt and sweatpants, with his usually meticulously combed hair looking slightly messy, but it added an indescribable wildness and charm to him.

He was raven haired, had piecing black eyes and was dressed in all black. Normally, seeing someone dressed in all black would give me chills especially because I had a bad history with black. This time, I didn't hear my blood roaring in my ears. The guy looked desperate. Not desperately in need of money, but answers. His dark eyes held secrets, unsolved mysteries and something darker. Something dangerously attractive. Like fire. "What do you want?" "I.. I'm in search of someone but I've got no leads on them. Can you help me?" first rule a girl learns is that,

ah! There is another way to make me believe that the man is Hayden. That is by changing appearance! I am not the one exposed to the alchemy potion. But the man was! Hayden makes him drink a potion that changes his appearance to look like Hayden! Like the polyjuice potion in Harry Potter! Oh my god, why didn't I think of that sooner? Oh, of course, because I'm stupid! Amazingly stupid! 'When the potion's effect wears off, he'll return to his original physical form. That's why he is gone and his black hair also turned blonde,'

But that would only happen for a normal human. I pulled out a strand of my hair and then my eyes gleamed Scarlett red. I chanted a spell as I held on to the hair and it suddenly turned to a small bird. I let the bird fly out through the window, controlling it till it landed somewhere in the forest. It was a simple teleportation spell. One I never learnt or remembered acquiring in the first place. All I knew was, the spell was always in me and now again, it was going to be handy for me. My eyes gleamed red again as I chanted the finishing spell. I closed my eyes and as I opened them, the moonlight's gaze was what welcomed me first and the gentle breeze that came with it. It was mainly dark bu

I sarcastically said to him. "No, Sicko! The fairies didn't teleport me here. They simply help me out to contact the witch who teleports me here," he irritably said to me. "I thought that witches were bad?" "Not all of them. Some are good, and the bad ones were warlocks," he carefully explains. "Okay Harry Potter, I believe you." "Hey lovebirds, aren't you guys done yet?" Fugly sarcastically interrupts us. "I already told you about my rule in this fortress, and that is no public display of affection," he teases Barbie and me.

Saffron hadn't gotten the time to react to the light when she caught sight of a figure chained to pillars in front of her. The hairy figure had two hands and two legs… it was certainly a human-like creature.… it was covered in thick black hair and it wasn’t wearing clothes. Even so, it’s private parts weren’t visible. It’s head was down and his long and untidy hair cascaded down, covering its face. The hairy creature slowly raised its head. As if it was suddenly hit with something, it threw its head back, feeling agitated. It aggressively roared and started pulling the strong chains with great strength.

We want someone who’s got their ear to the ground, supernaturally speaking, so this is a good thing. “How did you know?” I ask. Crazy Harry shrugs, then leans down to pet one of the squirrels between its little pointy, tufted ears. “I know a lot of things.” When he straightens again, there’s just the hint of fear in his pale gaze. “Are you going to hurt me?”.“No,” I say, giving Kian a pointed look. I drop my arm away from the feral shifter’s chest and step bodily in front of him before he can terrify our informant into running. “Harry, are you familiar with the Tree of Life?”

A man stood in front of a big cooking pot and he was dumping a lot of hideous things in it. He picked up the spoon and started stirring it. His eyes turned white when he started muttering an incantation and soon, the pot started boiling and he kept stirring and muttering his spell. The door opened and a woman with snow white hair entered. She walked closer to the man in hood and bowed. “My Lord, I am sorry but we lost track of them again.”

“No wonder you know so much about Harry Potter.” “Yea..." he looked away before changing the subject. “The Songbird Contest is this Tuesday, isn’t it?” “Yea, how’d you know I was participating?” He just smiled mysteriously. Ivanka was walking her dog Timothy when she saw a Harley Davidson screech to a halt and the guy riding it removed his helmet. He was tall and had jet black hair and piercing green eyes. He wore a V-neck black shirt and black jeans. He was the typical bad boy, with tattoos and a cigarette dangling from the corner of his mouth. She shrugged and walked away.