Hairy Potter Novels & Stories

“What is this Harry Potter wizardry?” I ask in awe and grandma chuckles. Even my voice has changed. “You are still the same underneath. This is what we call Glamour. Press the implant behind your ear and you will see.” She says and I do and the disguise disappears and I am standing the same as I was when I walked in.

I give a huge smile, and she can’t take her eyes off me, “There is no one behind us.” I don’t find it at all odd that she’s attracted to me. I’m a handsome man, and I look like a man. Not at all like some of the guys that get manicures and tans. I have eyes the exact hue of clover, and they are very wolf-like. Also, I have a lot of wavy black hair, which tentacles in thick curls.

I was about to knock when the door suddenly opened on its own Wow! Their door is hightech huh! I just went in and I saw an old man sitting in a chair with his hand on the table. He is old but his complexion does not have any wrinkles. He also sat up straight and his body still looked strong. He looks like the Dumbledore of Harry Potter! His hair is also white and he has a long mustache like dumbledore! Could it be that Dumbledore has a missing twin? Oh my god! I’m getting crazy!

Gemma looked up in shock. “Magik. It’s called a Hibiaie - The pot will pour what the person wants to drink at that time. So, you wanted regular earl grey tea. When you poured it, as that was what you desired, it gave that to you. But, as I wanted a red berry herbal tea, I had to touch the pot so it could read my desire and pour accordingly” Lily chuckled “So can it be anything? Like hot chocolate, or just chocolate or a fizzy drink or wine? What if two people wanted the same thing but not the third or say, a hundred people wanted different things” Gemma asked, her excitement like a live wire around her

A rough growling voice says. I turn to see a woman. She is thin and short. Her hair is long, and her face is covered. "That is right. I am only 17," I answer. She moves closer. "Well, don't get drunk in my place and cause me to lose my liquor license," she says, laughing. I am not sure the supernatural has a liquor license or if anyone can get here that isn't special in some way. I nod while she laughs. "I am Umbra," she says. She moves closer, and I can see her hair is white with small pieces of copper. She was once a redhead, like me.

All the uproar in the capital that exploded as soon as Harriet arrived was caused by a strange rumour. *** Arai Padparadscha was the eldest daughter of Padparadscha Duchy. She had pastel orange hair with a hint of pink, cut short and neatly like a man's haircut. The woman's skin was a sweet dark tone, like black honey, and her eyes were a deep red, almost brown when seen from afar.

Granny Claire asked, her hand covering her mouth to stifle her laughter. "Initially, I thought he was a monster straight out of a movie. But when I realized he wasn't a hologram, I was sure he was a human." "Physically, he looked like Khal Drogo from Game of Thrones. But after he dressed up, he appeared more civilized, although the comparison would be something like The Beast from Beauty and The Beast," she continued, which was met with a nod from Granny Claire. "I thought if he got angry or went on a rampage, he would look more like Durotan in the Warcraft movie," the girl said, her forehead furrowing sharply.

Pandora Being named after the one woman who unleashed the darkness and evil beings into our world just simply opening a box has never been easy, especially when I need to meet new people. They hesitate to talk to me and even look at me or towards me. I've heard rumors that I'm a witch's hybrid with a wolf, that I was cursed when I was born, and even that I was cursed because I tried to seduce the mate of a powerful witch, but none of this is true, and it also makes no sense, I never crossed the boundaries of the lands of the pack. But even if these unfounded rumors amuse me, after all, we realize how far people's imagination scans, I have my responsibilities, such as: doing my homework, afte

Daisy hurriedly explained. "You're wasting my time. I think I have to do this." He said and I turned to face him 'cause I didn't understand what he wanted to do. Turning back to look at him, I inhaled some sort of powder and my thinking changed. "Will you follow me now?" Sage asked with a smile. "Yeah, sure." I answered and gasps filled the air. "Sage" Morgan roared. "You know black magic is forbidden in this kingdom. How dare you use it?"

Miss Harmony gently told them everything they did wrong. Eventually she came to Johnny and Pepplyn. “Johnny…. Let's colour Pepplyn's cape in yellow.” But when Johnny sprayed the cape, it turned into a thick coat, with woven leaves and twigs. Pepplyn Hallow was so frightened when he saw he sprayed Johnny with the potion on his hair and his eyebrows. Immediately the hair from Johnny's head and, of course, his eyebrows, grew like the coat of the woolliest sheep that ever lived on Earth. His hair became finer than silk and longer even than the hair that Merlin was proud of in the paintings in which his portrait was presented. As for the eyebrows, their hair grew so long that it was impossible fo