Harry Potter Aesthetic Pic Novels & Stories

She sighed, then glanced to the left, where another portrait was hanging on the wall. In this portrait, a woman stood there. Her left hand raised in the air at an angle. And her right seemed to hold a book. On her head she wore a hat, which had a point at the top. Her head was tilted to the left, where you could only see the left side of her face. And her hair was a dark brown, that looked like it flowed endlessly behind her. There were colorful colors that could be seen over her left hand, as if portraying something. Blues, greens, purples, and pinks colliding together at the top forming a colorful ball above the streaks underneath. On the tree to the right, a broom lay against it, with a c

I gesture in the general direction of the door, away from where we are both standing. “Seriously? Won’t that make a mess?” He asks warily. “Just do it, you’ll see.” I promise. Harry shrugs and flings the potion into the air. Within a few moments of being airborne the potion changes from liquid to gas and basically turns into a miniature, pastel pink and very glittery cloud. Harry stares at it wide-eyed. “Woah, that’s awesome. It kind of looks like a little kid's dream decorations for some unicorn princess themed party. What exactly IS the potion?” He asks. I laugh at his description. He isn’t wrong.

Inside the small room was a small shelf with bottles of potions with different colors. A small table with a wooden bowl on top of it was placed close to the table and on top of it was a large crystal ball. Annette went to stand in front of the table. She shifted the wooden bowl to the side so she could see the crystal. She removed her hood and let it fall to her back, revealing her ugly nature. The wrinkles on her face had doubled and dark tiny veins had also taken over one side of her face. Her eyes hid deep into the sockets and dark circles surrounded her eyelids. Her almond brown hair was even more scantier. Her face was one of horror. But still, Her heart was even uglier and darker compa

Damn, I could feel goosebumps all over my body now. Cassandra’s face brightened as she amusedly watched me, and she began to laugh. What is so funny? She’s the one who’s funny. I do know that witches look so damn ugly. They only use magic to have a pretty face to fool people around, but the truth is they look awful. They have big noses, sharp chins, frizzy hair, stinky, and I don’t know what else. "Hahaha... You mean, like... hahaha... Harry Potter's?" She asked while laughing so hard at me. Like, come on, what's so funny with what I said?

A grin slipped onto his face and he continued, “Welcome to your own little Hogwarts!” Twisting the knob, Nate entered and Eira followed. After hearing the word ‘Hogwarts’ she had built up high expectations. The room wasn’t grand or beautiful. Truthfully, it was dull. First she took in were the shelves with several thick books that looked torn at the edges. There were a few wooden tables with differently shaped candles and pentagrams drawn over them. The walls were lined with crafts and charts that attracted her attention. Most of them were hangings that showed the phases of the moon. There was something written below each picture but it was a foreign language that she couldn’t understand. Sh

It was a weird source of inspiration but she cherished it nevertheless. The second picture she gave to Mrs Alice was that of a pale skinned child with long red hair covering one of her eyes. A magical potion was bleeding out of her left uncovered eye as she held in one of her hands a glass filled with the dazzling magical potion. It inspired three other of her drafts. "Deep," Mrs Alice stared long at the pictures. "Let me have a look at the drafts."

I might be ogling him because he smirks . " Like what you see?" My jaw drops to the floor and my eyes wide with a blush on my cheeks . Harry chuckles at my reaction . " well , i can send you a picture of me ,if you like and you can make it your wallpaper ?" "Harry!" i shriek and hit him on his chest . " So , what were you doing ?"

Leia uttered as she held Alice's arm tightly. "What? I can't hear you!" Alice shouted as she covered her ears slightly. "I said, we could still leave this place!" "You know we can't!" Alice's face scrunched as she swam through the sea of sweaty people. She could smell the strong aroma of alcohol, sweat, and vomit present in the warm, disgusting air. "Leia! Alice! There you are!" They finally found Yu. He was wearing a silvery white wig (which Alice thought does not fit Yu) and a robe that had a Slytherin logo branded on his left chest. It was obvious that he was Draco Malfoy from the Harry Potter series.

"Bring him home sometime. You speak so highly of him. I would like to meet him." * * * "Indifference and neglect often do much more damage than outright dislike." — Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix * H U N T E R J O N E S | The Lovestruck Bad Boy It had been a really good day. I had gotten to spend time with Mey, helping her with homework and telling her my life story. I let out a dreamy sigh, which made me look like Ron after he accidentally drank the love potion. Except that I didn't need a love potion to be crazy about Mey.

Even now I still taste her decadent flavour on my tongue, only worsened by the way her scent still clings to this room like a shadow. Holding up the sketch in front of me I’m repulsed by its weak imitation and angered that I am bedevilled even to care. I watch as the portrait bursts into flames in my hands leaving nothing but ash floating in the air. I rise from my desk and look around the room at the many portraits of her face. They repulse me. No palette on Earth can capture the shade of burnt sienna that is her skin or the strands of cedar and mocha that make up her hair. Humans don’t even know of all the colours that make up her eyes and I don’t understand why I fucking care?!