Harry Potter Beards Novels & Stories

Zeux exclaimed, “Invisibility?” Startled, Hador also turned around. At that moment, a mysterious force pierced through the void and sliced a few strands of his snow-white beard. While still confused, he noticed black, gray, and white lights before him. They quickly merged and morphed into a handsome yet unfamiliar man. The man held a jar of Chaos Absinthe in one hand and a few stands of snow-white hair in the other. He grinned at them triumphantly.

The Creature deadpanned, cocking his large beastly head so that the yellowed horns protruding from his head arched to the side and I slapped the plastic smile onto my face like fucking peanut butter on jelly. I chuckled, glancing around the throne room and taking in the stunned white faces in the throng as a murmur went through the crowd and I blushed in outraged embarrassment, stilling the shake that had started in my fingers. “I will pardon you this once, what is it you want?” I snapped, settling back down on the skull throne and ignoring the assassin beside me that now had a white eye patch over one eye. It was a good thing that Hagrid was here, he probably couldn't take the beast on by h

Arlo whispered as he saw Harry standing in front of the mirror, seemingly lost in thought. Harry bowed his head, placing his hands on the washbasin. The water from the tap kept flowing, creating a pool that started to fill up the basin. Arlo kept his eyes fixed on Harry until suddenly, Harry's gaze met his own reflection in the mirror. Harry's face looked different from usual— almost unrecognizable. It seemed to transform into that of a wolf, resembling a werewolf. However, Arlo knew very well that Harry wasn't a werewolf. Filled with a mix of confusion and concern, Arlo continued to watch Harry in silence, trying to make sense of what he had just witnessed. He wondered if Harry had some kin

Halloween was around the corner and we were both looking forward to my first Halloween and our first, together, I knew Heidi was going to be some dinosaur, I was just waiting on her to say which. The store keeper was already handing out the items leaving me no choice but to pay. “You should get the crown.” Perce urged, adjusting the glasses on his face. “Maybe I should get the beard too.” Soon, Heidi, Pierce and the shopkeeper were pressuring me into it. When we entered the store five minutes later it was as a wizard, queen and cowboy nerd with a huge nose and a stupid moustashe. Wonderful. For all the shopping Pierce had claimed to want, other than two bags of chips and a can of beans that

I still need to know how Weirder things ends. “You watch Weirder things?” Harry's eyes fly open as he hands me a helmet. “It’s only the best show ever! I have to beg Maverick to sit through it with me. He doesn't appreciate it as much as I do.” I sighed. “Yeah…he seems to not be in the habit of appreciating the best things.” I keep quiet because I have nothing to say to that. “Hop on and hang on tight Princess” ****** The drive to the frat house takes like ten minutes. The breeze

Before I go on with the story let me describe myself. My name is Joseph Harry. I am 19 years old. I am 5ft 6 inches tall. I am dark in complexion and always go with a low cut hairstyle. on the hairstyle matter I had no choice as no hairstyle other than low cut and skin cut was allowed in the house. I have a not so round face and a broad nose. I have dark eyes but my eyeballs are not white as I would have loved it to be. My teeth aren't dazzling white but are not dirty brown either. My lips aren't pink but chocolate brown.

Thug One nods his dark, closely cropped head. “Dandridge is coming with us,” he says in a deep voice that one would expect from someone his size. Harry slowly lowers the bat and takes two steps in my direction. I keep my pepper spray trained on him because he’s still got the bat. The buckets of sweat dripping off Harry’s face are telling and there’s a good chance he might pee his pants any second. His willy is still hanging out and this is not something I care to see.

Orion snorted, sending a spray of toothpaste into his beard. "Harriet, what kind of half-baked remark was that?" I shot her a dirty look. Harriet was losing her touch, if that's all she could come up with as an amusing comment. "You know, in Harry Potter, Harry could hear the snake moving around in the pipes." Harriet shook her head as she crossed her arms defensively. "I could hear you through the pipes. You guys were so loud I couldn't hear the echo of my own moans." I hopped to my feet and waddled over to the couch. I placed the back of my hand on Harriet's forehead. "No, you don't have a fever. Harriet, honey, I think that's the stupidest thing I have ever heard you say."

I blink at him, is he a Harry Potter fan too? “Slytherin and Ravenclaw. Are you a fan?” I ask squinting my eyes at him. He chuckles “I am but don’t tell my father or Jax, I’ll never hear the end of it.” “Your secrets safe with me. Let me guess Hufflepuff and Gryffindor?” I say looking at his facial features. Strong cheek bones, sharp jaw line, ocean blue eyes, some faint freckles smattered across his nose and cheeks, eyebrow piercing and black hair with a fade around the edges, wavy curls on top. He really is very handsome.

She was miserably hot, miserably parched, and unable to do a thing about it. Hannigan moved to inspect her a little closer. His long, thick beard tickled her skin, but she was unable to move away. She wondered what purpose such a long beard served. Wizards were described in books with beards as such, but she never actually questioned the reason for the abundance of facial hair until now. For that matter, up until now she hadn’t considered the fact that wizards were anything more than a funny looking character in fairy tales and their beards and long hair were simply part of the imagery effect.