Harry Potter Book Drawings Novels & Stories

He pulled Grainne's hand and said, "Mom, let's go to the contest then! Harry already knows what to draw today!" Grainne asked: “Is that so? So what is Harry going to draw today?" Harry shook his head, raised his hand to his mouth, and snorted, then said mysteriously, "It's a secret, mom will find out soon enough!" In the final contest, the children participating in the contest tried to show their imagination, drawing all kinds of fantasy fairy drawings.

I'll surely pass out, then pass away. As he left, I took a sweep across his room, biting my lips, wondering how he would pull it off, you know, getting my stuff. Did he even know where I kept them? Gosh. I stood up and began to look around, then saw a drawing book. He drew? Curiosity got the best of me and I began to go through it. I smiled when I saw the wonderful drawings he had, but stilled when I came across one. I saw a picture of my eyes. Why did he draw them? It was clear that it was me, so why? Was he that obsessed?

I was however after a specific spell, the channeling spell. I knew what I was getting into and yet it was the only option I had if I wanted to defeat the evil wizard. As I skimmed through the drawings, one caught my eye. There was a large candle in a tin of water, with two large pots of plant on either side. On the far end of the page, a bird soared high with a ring of fire placed around one of it's legs.

I asked, looking at the coffee machine like it was a holy shrine. He picked up the paper and proudly thrust it into my face. It was a masterpiece of aggressive brown scribbles. "It’s you and Harry, Mummy! He’s covered in poo, and you have poo all over your hands, and I put a peg on your nose for you too! Look, the peg is blue, your favourite!" I stared at the drawing. It was disturbingly accurate. "How... artistic. That’s definitely not going on the fridge." I smoothed his hair down. "What do you want for breakfast, Henry?"

He looked and saw shapeless packages that could contain anything rather than the items contained, except for the uppermost item, and it was a book. He picked it up and opened it, to find within sketches such as a student artist would make – of flowers, buildings, landscape, animals. As the pages turned, the drawings became more skilled, and began to feature people that he knew. He smiled as he saw Sigrid, her face pulled into a scowl. The next page had him sucking in a breath. It was Gera and Thaelen, seen from a distance. Gera had his hands on Thaelen’s hips as he laughed up at him, and the expression on his face…

As I cleaned, my eyes caught a drawing on the table, it was in a book,I couldn't see it clearly because it was half opened but it looked beautiful. My brain was telling me to go back to my work and leave there quickly but my curious eyes and fingers wouldn't listen. I placed my hands on the book and opened it slowly as I could. My eyes most popped out of its socket as it took in the drawing in front of me. It was a drawing of a little girl, her hair flying with the wind as she stared longingly at the royal villa. It was beautiful and it had me wondering if it was drawn by Jafar. If it was, then he is such a good artist.

"Go!" He lets out a chuckle before grabbing his clothes and walking out. I sat on his bed and look around. His drawing book caught my eyes and I find myself looking through them once again. There were at least ten drawings. Most of them were just sceneries of the beach, a cliff, a bridge and many more. Then I landed on the very last page. It's a ballroom. With a couple dancing in the middle of it. You can't see their faces but somehow you can tell that they're smiling happily. Huh. That's weird this wasn't there yesterday when I looked through it. I remembered the last one being an unrecognisable boy standing in the middle of the streets with cars passing by him. Oh wait, that's in the previ

Dwyne has a part in this ticket too. “That Harry Potter Book Collections, and that heart-shaped necklace, miss” Dwyne said to the counter lady. I was surprised when he picked what I want—the Harry Potter Book Collections. I can't help but looked at him with confusion. The woman gave what Dwyne said. “Thank you for coming, sir, ma'am” the girl said. Dwyne nod and smiled, but being a bitch me, I just rolled my eyes at her. “Oh, this is for you” Harvey said and handed me the necklace and the Harry Potter Book Collection.

“Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen. Excellent book.” He sits down and begins reading. The first picture I draw is a portrait of uncle Owen’s sister with a wolf howling at the edge of a cliff at a full moon in the background. I make one for his father too. I plan to give them these at the funeral. I do similar ones of Michael to give to Carrie and one for Zuri but with a lion for the family.

" I took out the book at one and it levitated itself and its pages flipped at such speed to an unknown page. The next act raised tension, my palm getting colder and sweaty. The pages slowly began to fill its empty sheets, drawings and writings, a few in English and the rest in sigils and signs. The first drawing I saw, was a three headed beast, it looked like a hound, or a dog. Drawn as a black and white art, shades of the body noticeably seen, bringing out details, the saliva dripping from its flappy mouth. I looked underneath the drawing and I saw a tag. "Cerberus, Hireling Of Hades." "Did that book just flip?" Asked Maria. Concern drawn over her face as she slowly walked closer and peeped