Harry Potter Aesthetics Novels & Stories

“Harry.” “Tell me that you’re glad to see me,” Harry’s appearance was, as always, dramatically beautiful. Tall, lean, broad shouldered, and dressed with an effortless elegance that Meguitte could never reproduce, their hair was a waist length, silky straight dyed golden curtain. From behind she might have mistaken Harry for Talen, though Talen had not worn his hair that length since his time in Alden whilst he had been grieving Gera, and Talen tended more to denim and flannelette than designer wear.

Sienna rubbed her nose, lifted her head, and saw a handsome and demon-like face. Harry was really like a demon, and he was also a demon that people could never get tired of seeing! His beautiful pair of dark and deep eyes were seductive. He had thin red lips, and the corners of his mouth were curled into a reserved, detached, dangerous, yet charming smile. It was just that… Based on his posture, he seemed to be waiting for her here on purpose. Sienna put her cell phone in her pocket and greeted him, “It’s been a long time, Master Harry. Have you been well?”

There were great foods and a few beers on our table, I guess drinking beer is an everyday thing on this island. Harry seemed comfortable with his head on my lap as he crossed his leg over the other. He had his eyes closed the entire time I was doing his hair and I think he had fallen asleep because he is slightly snoring. Harry has wonderful lashes, not too long and not too short as well, just resting perfectly above his cheek. He has a really nice nose line in a very manly structure that matched his face. He has plump pinkish lips parted slightly as he snores. He has arches brows with fine hair and a small scar on his eyelid. Harry had tanner skin and looked reddish too but he looked manlie

The hall with it’s altars to the gods was lit with torches and the change of the air sucked billows of incense towards him, bathing him in scented smoke. “Oh, it’s beautiful,” Harry whispered as he trailed Thaelen through the statues towards the mother goddess. “What’s with the hair though?” He asked. The feet of all the statues were covered with hair, braids and locks of it like skeins of silk, and the hands, eyes and mouths had been bathed in blood, dried now into brown stains.

In fact, thinking about it, the blame was more on his mind, which couldn't disconnect from the woman who, at that moment, he imagined was sleeping like an angel in a luxurious room in that same property. After consuming half of the water in his glass in a single gulp, Harry walked into the main living room of the house and walked around, paying more attention to the details of the decoration for the first time. The furniture was modern and light, and some spotlights, which stayed on even at night, had been strategically positioned to highlight works of art, such as paintings, sculptures, and a few picture frames showing Kath and people he obviously didn't know.

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

Oh my God. "I think it's okay. Harry Potter-ish." I hear her say, but I ignore her. On my forehead lay a scar, a prominent one, so ugly. "It's okay, better than The Dark Mark" She says, and I snap. "Enough with the Harry Potter bullshit!" "You don't like Harry Potter?" Her eyebrows rises. Reluctantly turning away from the mirror, I say "I don't know who the fuck Harry Potter is. Who the hell are you, and what do you want?"

He asked. "Soda will be fine." I answered and he left to get it. I Iooked around the room, it was the first time I was in there, the room was beautiful and well furnitured, the interior design was very different from the other rooms in the castle. The place was giving off some kind of gothic aesthetic and if that's what he's into then the place suits him. He was back soon even with a soda and handed it to me, I took it and took a sip.

Each detail was carefully crafted, curated for pleasure, and savored for the experience. The stable in which he stood was an example of his mate through and through. Jules knew every item in the room, as he knew everything on his land. He had never considered any of it useful. Just junk that wasn’t hurting anyone being left where it was, had always been his thought. And yet, Harry had seen it through other eyes, and had carefully selected items for their shabby beauty, arranging them in a space which Jules had never seen as anything other than a place to keep animals, and created something special for them both. “Fuck I love you,” the words tumbled from Jules’ lips on a moan. “I love you, Ha

With skin so pale anyone would have the idea of him being a corpse, the black clothing accentuated his menacing yet admirable frame. The boy….. The boy had a mop of curly silver locks that was lazily tousled on his face. A face that had symmetrical features akin to a magazine model. Her body was trembling. Harmony felt her body trembling, but she had a slight idea it was not from the cold. Beautiful people come and go, but she had only ever seen someone with such features in the movies. She was afraid her expression was giving away the awe she was feeling as she continued looking like a…. Creep.