Harry Potter Beards Novels & Stories

Way to throw me under the bus in an instant. The boy looked up, giving me a clear view of his face. Flawless skin, way to flawless for his own good with pale skin. His hairs were jet black and a pair of round glasses sat over his nose. If I didn't know better, I would say Harry Potter had come to life. All in all, he was an absolute nerd. He stared at Alex's outstretched hand in terror before turning his gaze to me and locked there. 'Her... her eyes... they a-are-'

Oh, for the love of the gods. I already knew who it was… Harry. Of course. Who else would pull something this stupid? I slowly turned around, and there he was. Standing several feet away with three men behind him. Each one held a thick baton. "And what is the meaning of this?" I asked flatly. Harry smiled. A jagged scar ran across one side of his face, a souvenir from one of the countless gang fights he'd gotten himself into over the years. The scar pulled at his skin unevenly, making his grin look crooked.

"When that day comes, I will prove it to you! I can defeat a hundred Warrens all on my own!" Harry straightened his back and put his hands on his hips, shrugging. "I wonder why Blair didn’t pair me with Warren instead.I’m the one who needs a stronger opponent.Have you seen the small, skinny kid he paired up with me? Does he really think that lowly of me?" I casually glanced at the werewolf Harry was paired up with. It was John, whose hair was cropped neatly in a crew cut. He was very thin and short with fair skin.His eyes seemed too big for his face, which made him look like a bug that could easily be squashed.

He calmly said like I was talking to someone with no emotions. "What? I am fighting for that girl...I mean...what if...just what if your friend finds out? You were meant to take care of her not fuck her" I announced on top of my lungs and Harry leans back to his chair. He looked like someone in his savage era totally looking at me like I have lost it. "I intend to make her mine..." He hadn't complete his statement when my hand pushed the cabbage in my hand inside his mouth. "You're a Pedophile"

Harry had this innocence and charm around him. Harry was the good looking nerd in the block. He was all shade of green flag. “Baby, you need to listen to me sometimes. You went ahead to call Gerald? For what reason?”, he asked, brushing his hair in front of the mirror. “I…” I stuttered. I wasn’t used to this authoritative side of him. I never knew Harry could be authoritative and for an unknown reason, it scared me. “I wanted to be sure”, I pushed out the hard words finally.

Rhett asked with a smile. “Huh, huh.” Harry said, and he immediately hid the money. He looked around, as if he were trying to weigh the amount of information to give Rhett. "Check the park; he should be there. He's a tall, lanky wolf with a scruffy beard; he hadn't had the money to buy a damn shaving stick to cut off. Always wear a long, dirty coat, even when it's hot and harsh.” Rhett smiled. He got more than he asked for with just a few dollar notes. “Thank you. I appreciate it.”

My skin tingled with excitement at the thought of Harry's hands roaming over my curves, stripping away the flimsy lace. Reaching the seventh floor corridor, I paused outside the Room of Requirement, taking a deep breath to steady my nerves. Then, with a trembling hand, I knocked three times. The door swung open and there he stood - Harry Potter himself, glasses glinting in the candlelight. His black hair was messier than usual, like he'd run his fingers through it a hundred times. The white shirt hugged his lean chest and his dark jeans clung to his hips. He was gorgeous.

Harry gasped and Indianna recognised the second person when he fell to his knees. He looked different. His hair was longer and his beard had grown out of control. His skin was covered in marks and bruises, but Indianna could never, ever forget his face. She took a small step forward and froze. Her eyes were wide and focused only on him. Harry was talking to her, but she couldn't hear him. Her vision blurred and she realised she was crying. She was too scared to move any closer to him, scared that this was one of Rogue's sick jokes.

I make my way into the bar and it's just as described, your run of the mill old school bar that still has bear on tap. I feel eyes on me, but I act like I don't notice them, I stand tall, hoping that I project an air of confidence and I make my way over to the bar. I take off my coat and hang it on the bar stool before I sit down. I still don't turn around to look at anyone though, I wait for the bartender to come to me. He's a burly man with a huge beard and he kind of reminds me of Hagrid. “What's a pretty thing like you looking for in a place like this?” He asks as he eyes me up and down and it makes me feel dirty, but I make sure not to show my disgust on my face.

“What is this?” “Do you watch the series called harry potter?” He asked, and when still don’t get it, he explained, “You know, some fantasy that humans made about us supernaturals.” He then pointed at his little gift, “That character is named Remus Lupin, the werewolf there.” I nodded my head, looking at the little human that transforms into a wolf keychain type. “And? What should I do with this?” I asked again. “I hope you’ll keep it.” He trailed off, his tone narrowing but then he cleared his throat, “Are you happy today? Did I somehow convince you that I’m serious?”