روايات وقصص ضمن Harry Potter Aesthetic Pictures

DARIUS' POV "Well, well," his smooth voice said. I turned around slowly to face Harry who was standing in the doorway. He looked immaculate as always in tailored clothes that probably cost more than most pack members made in a month. His blonde hair was artfully styled. There was a strange false concern etched into his big bright blue eyes. He looked like an angel. But Harry? He acted like the devil. "I heard there was some excitement today. Came to see the damage for myself."

And this wasn't because his head was hurting from the previous night's drinking spree he had fallen into after getting home, no, this was as a result of the articles opened on his laptop beside his desktop. The same ones he had spent a good hour reading over and over again, just for the sake of seeing the pictures of Bellatrix this reporter had captured. By far, it was the largest collection, with the most vivid and clear photos of the artist. In each one, her beautiful features were on full display. Her long warm colored hair, shades lighter than what he remembered, fell gracefully on her shoulder and framed her face. Her skin, once pale and lifeless, was now tanned, giving her the illusion

But then, an image began to take form in my mind, vivid and unshakable, as if someone had pulled back a veil to reveal something meant just for me. Before I could react, the vision consumed me. I was powerless to snap out of it. In front of me was a pale rider on a pale horse. Their eyes were black as night, voids that seemed to hold the depths of shadows within them. Around them, a thick, dark cloud twisted and swirled, like smoke clinging to their body—an aura of magic, raw and terrifying. Their hair, dark and long, was tied back in a ponytail, yet their features remained elusive, slipping between masculine and feminine. They rode forward with a grim purpose, surrounded by flames and a was

Harry replied, distractedly. Ria frowned, noticing that Harry's gaze kept wandering to the table across from them. She followed his line of sight and saw a stunning girl sitting with a handsome man. Ria couldn't help but wonder if Harry was attracted to this girl. Though she was beautiful, she seemed simple compared to Ria, who was dressed in a deep-necked tight shirt and jeans, her makeup perfectly done to turn heads.

A temporary hiding place before we inevitably end up where we always do contemporary and queer romance. Our natural habitat. I pick up a book with a massive dragon painted across the cover and slowly rotate it in my hands. Fantasy covers go hard. The artwork is ridiculous in the best way. Every scale on the dragon has been illustrated with obsessive detail. Blue melting into green, green into purple, purple streaked with gold. The colors swirl like magic itself spilled across the page. It’s so beautiful it almost hurts to look at. My lips wobble slightly. “I like him so much,” I whisper.

The girls had also asked about how his classes had gone during the morning and he updated them. Erik had just taken a sip from his cup, when he heard hasty footsteps. He looked at the door and saw a brown bush-haired girl with Gryffindor colors entering the room and freezing as soon as she entered. She looked around the 'new' classroom with wide and curious eyes, and then she saw Erik sitting behind the Professor's desk sipping his coffee. While she was staring at him with wide eyes, two other males students, a black haired one and a red haired one, entered the classroom. Erik recognized the black haired one, it was Harry Potter. Both male students stopped behind the female one and were pant

I saw a bright blue sky. My jaws dropped to hit the ground. I wonder how can Harry Potter movie magic can happen in the real world. Oh, my bad I forgot I was in a magic castle. I wonder how this place will be at night. With that thought, I claimed the huge double side stairs by petting the softness of flowers that bloomed in the handling of the stairs. When the steps came to end I entered the big hall which is also a living room with teak wood furniture making the place majestic. I am so tired from the walk so I sat on the cloud-like sofa cushion. When I relaxed and closed my eyes I felt so revealed. I am thirsty as well as hungry. I wanted water and food to recharge my lost energy so I deci

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."

Harry already had his bead bent downwards so he could face the book but his taut arm was holding my body closely to the side of his warm body, making me feel both the shiver and the heat from his pleasant touch. I raised my head a little, my eyes smartly flicking upwards to steal a glance at Harry's unfriendly but handsome face. His blue eyes were not smiling, it almost looked like he had an issue with the book he was reading. Through his glasses, I could see how his eyes hardened on the book. I had planned to give a brief look, but I can't gaze away now. Harry has this perfect imperfection thing in him that makes him so damn attractive. No wonder girls still stare, love and follow him despi

"Words are, in my not-so-humble opinion, our most inexhaustible source of magic. Capable of both inflicting injury, and remedying it." ― Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter, and the Deathly Hallows * H U N T E R J O N E S | The Lovestruck Bad Boy I unlocked the door and hold it open so the girls could get in. After having lunch and getting desserts with the girls, I felt bad for leaving Nat alone at home so we had cut our Christmas shopping short and gone home afterward.