Harry Potter Aesthetics Novels & Stories

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?

But I don’t see anything and no longer have the feeling. “Hedwig, I think I am losing it.” I look to the bed for him, only to realize I left him in the floor. “OMG I am so sorry!” I rush to pick him up hugging and giving me a kiss before putting him on the bed. “There you go. Now I am going to shower get snuggly and we will get some cereal and put on Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone. And before you ask, we can’t skip any movies. Because if I when I get rejected again if I die, I will not go out without having seen them all at least once!” I say as I go through my drawers till, I find my Gryffindor rob onesies and head to the shower. Soon as I start to wash, I realize I forgot to put on

Graceful columns, crafted by enchatresses specially hired by the queen, rise elegantly, their intricate patterns and details seeming alive under the subtle influence of magic. Beyond the columns, mystical creatures like unicorns and fairies roam, floating and moving through the space, leaving behind an ethereal trail of light and enchantment. At the center of the hall, a massive magical waterfall cascades gently, showcasing fish in impossible, vibrant colors that shimmer as though forged from pure magical energy. The extravagance of the setting blends with a refined subtlety, and for a moment, my gaze lingers, admiring the meticulous work that has come to life before my eyes.

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

“What the fuck…” It wasn’t just big. It was gorgeous. Dark gothic furniture. Velvet, obsidian, silver accents. Floating candles. Posters of angry girl bands and spell choked concert scenes. The castle had literally remodeled a suite to match her aesthetic. That doesn’t happen. Ever. I stepped inside, still stunned, running my fingers across the silk drapes with sigils woven into the hem. “How did this...?” She shrugged, feigning innocence with the world’s least innocent face.

But if a seven-year-old wanted to read the entire Harry Potter series in a week, Kiara was not going to discourage it. Kiara’s blue eyes flicked over to where her niece leaned against the trunk of the sugar maple tree with green leaves and small greenish yellow flowers above her. She sat on grass that was already lush and green thanks to the pack Omega’s and city maintenance crews. Unlike her sister’s unruly curls, Marie had straight dark auburn hair that hung just past her shoulders. Her bright warm honey eyes devoured the words on the page in front of her. In her young mind, Marie wore Hogwarts robes that were in the Ravenclaw colors. In reality, she wore knee length khaki shorts and a pur

The word echoed in my head like poison. Harry chuckled. Not softly, not nervously. But with a cold confidence that made the night feel even darker. “You always overestimate yourself, Headmistress Morwen.” His voice was so calm but scary. “You think you can control her the way you control every other student in this academy. You think your shadows are enough. But you’re wrong.” Headmistress Morwen’s lips curled. “ Don't you dare?” Harry pushed off the fountain and stepped closer, closing the space between them. He wasn’t tall enough to tower over her, but somehow, his presence made her seem smaller, weaker, even as power radiated from her.

Everyone is very curious about the woman from country C rumored to have been brought back by Harry, thinking about what kind of woman can conquer the Jane family, this young master has been especially devastated since coming to power ring. Just when everyone was curious, the door of the auditorium opened, and Harry appeared in a white suit, as thin as ever, his skin was white but not much blood, even whiter. "Harry, why isn not your face so good?" A woman dressed in luxurious clothes and wearing precious jewelry on her face revealed a hypocritical, caring smile. Harry just gave her a cold look, didn not answer, passed her indifferently. Seeing that, the woman showed a disgusted expression an

What do you do with old things that have been in an attic for several years? I inhaled deeply and blew at the king. The shimmering magic sparked and spread like fire in dry grass. Suddenly it was as if I was there on the day it happened. I glanced towards the figure and the throne and was temporarily fooled by his magnificence. His poise and beauty was unmatched. He was like the dark version of Chris Hemsworth, well if he and Tom Hiddleston had a kid and that kid was a dark elf. He had long sleek obsidian hair that fell over his pale skin that shimmered ever so slightly. His eyes were like the night sky. He was tall and lean. He was also in desperate need of a wardrobe change.

Eventually, Alex pushed open a pair of heavy brass doors, and my jaw dropped. The room was beautiful, entirely filled with rows of glass shelves holding thousands of different potion bottles. Each bottle held a different form of liquid illumination, some pulsed with a soft gold, others swirled with deep violet sparks. It looked like a field of trapped stars, casting a warm, magical glow across the stone walls. "Wow," I whispered, my eyes wide as I stepped inside. "What is this place?" "It's magic," Alex said, leaning against a wooden workbench, watching my excitement with an amused expression.