Harry Potter Aesthetics Novels & Stories

“This place sure is filthy. I nearly forgot about this because of some nuisance, but you can fix this, right, Harry?” His threatening tone they are the use of hearing from him. His smile and expression show his pride, which is his embracing nature. “Of course.” Harry confidently said, snapping his finger and in a second changing everything into the pristine and luxurious property that is their little haven of darkness. “Now that we have our place, our identity is set, shall we all work according to His will?” Harry reminded them with a tone that is threatening and not just a simple reminder. With their expression that shows their sins. One by one they change their appearance. One by one they

Thank fuck that I changed my pajamas after receiving a magical floating letter in my room. Clad in her gothic dress and lacy stockings paired with a wedged shoes, Maleficent’s straight black hair, and cobalt-colored eyes were the exact opposite of her glowing green eyes that matched the color of her teardrop-shaped brooch. Her horns and wings were displayed as she walked with confidence at the center of the hallway – rendering any creature from the three great dormitories speechless. Her stance reminded them that even if she was rumored to be the weakest among the Halflings, she was able to kill an angel without any qualms. Three Slaughter butterflies flew around her as she walked towards th

Each of them was handsome in a completely different way, yet all of them carried the kind of presence that made people notice them whether they wanted to or not. Hades was the one people noticed first. He always was. Standing beside me in his dark clothes, his tall frame moved with the kind of lazy confidence that made it impossible not to look at him. Sometimes I genuinely wondered if the devil himself had sculpted him just to confuse the world with something so dangerously beautiful. His features were almost too perfect, the kind of beauty that felt slightly unreal, as if he had stepped straight out of some dark fantasy novel. But it was not just his face.

“Does that make me a Ravenclaw or a Hufflepuff?” “Gryffindor.” Dean smiled at him. “They are courageous, chivalrous and determined. Plus, holy shit, the special effects.” JD laughed and hugged her to him. “I didn’t think that Harry was your type of movie. But I guess the special effects make it your type.” “Yeah. Especially the parts that aren’t done completely CGI. I mean even then; you have your place holders. And of course, there’s a forest named after me.”

I barely even looked in the mirror before rushing out of our house. As I pass the windows of a dark classroom, I regret my decision to not even brush my hair—I resemble Hermione Granger in the first Harry Potter movie, with a bird's nest for hair. Mine is darker, though. I was born with the complex of a ghost and black hair to match. I'm a mess.

She shut her eyes at his insult as his hands roamed all over her body. Harry smirked satisfied when he watched her hands curling into fists at his insult. If he says she has a woman figure it will be a lie. She was small. Too small, light and skinny to be called a woman. She had grown up. Her facial features had turned mature ones but her body is still like a little girl. Her breasts weren’t big enough yet she wasn’t flat as well. Her waist was too tiny while her ass wasn’t too much thick. She may not have a sexy figure but Harry still found her looking extremely beautiful beneath him.

I didn’t pull away. Inside, the space was part café, part apothecary. Soft harp played from somewhere overhead, and the space smelled like cloves, orange zest, and warm bread. Crystal chandeliers sparkled above mismatched tables, hovering in the air, the crystals changing colors every time it moved. Wooden shelves were lined with dried herbs, spellbooks, and little cauldrons painted in pastels. The little jars were labeled things like moonlace powder and dragon’s breath salt. The tables were hand-carved and mismatched, each one paired with two plush chairs.

She had her hair tied up in a bun, but that revealed her dainty, slender neck and smooth skin. Harry couldn’t get his eyes off her hands. He was the oldest of the brothers, in his late forties, and had a perfect mix of white and black colours in his hair. His eyes were fixed on Penny Jensen’s fingers as she moved and waved them around while answering the questions. He noticed she sat at the edge of the sofa, kept her knees pressed together and flushed whenever his eyes moved down to her beautiful legs.

She too was smiling. The woman by her left could pass as a typical bimbo to anyone. Around 1,6 meters of height, blonde curled hair that reached the middle of her back, soft blue eyes, red full lips, and an hourglass body with a E-cup bust. Unfortunately for the male population of Hogwarts, her body was kind of hidden by her vest, loose dark red robes with golden embroideries. She was looking around with curious eyes.

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."