Harry Potter Characters Drawing Novels & Stories

"We end up taking the remaining potion as well as a pencil and paper out to the bar. I get things set up for the evening while Harry alternates between writing down lists of different holidays and occasions and flinging the potion around the room to watch the clouds float around. We still have some potion left when I open up for the evening, although I’ve put it behind the bar, not wanting anyone to mistake it for a beverage. I don’t think it would do any serious damage. But I bet they would be hiccuping up glitter for weeks at the very least. “Did you want a drink?” I ask Harry. He frowns at me, apparently unhappy. “What?” I ask. “You never ask me what I want. You just give me whatever awfu

She saw the various pictures of what he did. Arosh was flabbergasted at what she found out, on the grounds that she recently dated that the two of them love human expression. She figured she and Harry would get along, at some point. "Concerning you, do you have an image of your drawings on your telephone?" Harry inquired. Arosh scratched her head prior to replying, "Ah, nothing. I don't picture my works. My drawings are on my sketchpad." "That's what ok is along these lines, well later, satisfy showing it to me."

Maybe years. And then I see the drawings. Taped to the walls, scattered across tables, covering nearly every surface I can see. Sketches in charcoal and pencil, some detailed and finished, most of them half-done like he started and couldn’t bring himself to continue. All of them are the same person. A girl. Young, fourteen or fifteen maybe, with long dark hair and this smile that looks like it could light up an entire room. In some of the drawings she’s laughing at something off the page. In others she’s concentrating hard, her tongue stuck between her teeth the way kids do when they’re focused.

Bopha squealed pinching Haris lightly on the cheek, "You are going to be a great artist!" "Yes!" Harris laughed, "Don't you like it, sis?" He turned to me with his brown eyes questioning my reaction, "I can draw it better when I am a bigger Haris." "Oh dear." I rubbed my palm on his head, "It's the most beautiful portrait I have ever seen, it is perfect." He threw his arms around me and gave me a big hug before showing us the rest of his drawings. There was one of Me and him, another of Bopha and I, then all of us with Elara, and then the last one was something he shouldn't have drawn but before I could snatch it away, Bopha was faster.

The boy dropped his crayon and turned to her, eyes bright and smile wide. Bellatrix returned the smile and ruffled his hair. "What is my baby drawing?" "It's mommy and me." He said, pointing at the drawing. She followed his finger and her eyes settled on two figures, a large and a smaller one, holding hands. "See? That's me and you." He said, pointing at each figure. Bellatrix felt her heart warm for a second, the panic she felt completely disappeared. "That's really cute." She said. "Really?" Charlie inquired. "Then, would you like to see the other one I drew l?"

“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?”

he completes for me in a smug tone, and I roll my eyes. "It's really, really good," I say, but it seems like that isn't what he wants to hear since he snatches the drawing from my hand, scoffing and walking away. What a miscreant. "Okay, Daniel. Come show me yours." I say, and my boy comes closer to me with a shy expression. He hands me the paper, and my jaw drops. It's a wolf. Not just any wolf; it's Harry's wolf. The black fur, the hugeness, the eyes.

I wanted to stop him and say something, but fear kept holding me back. The entire time I'm behind him, I stare at his short, wavy hair. His black jacket, grey inner blouse at the end of his jacket, black backpack with a silver zipper, black pants, and black boots, and I thought how I'd never seen him in any bright-colored clothes, except for dark ones. Not realizing he'd stop along the hallway. My face slammed into his back. I immediately drew back, holding my nose, grimacing in pain as if I'd just walked into the hardest iron door.

Coco hesitated, wondering if she should just leave. Then, she grabbed her bag and took out a notepad and a pen. Coco drew a cartoon character on the paper and handed it to Lucas. "Here, this is for you. I hope you'll feel better." Lucas lowered his gaze to the paper she had handed to him. Coco had drawn a simple cartoon character of him. With a few simple strokes, she had captured his facial features precisely. The eyes bore a significant resemblance to his eyes, allowing others to recognize him in the drawing.

agreed Harry. Sophia turned around, hoping none of her friends would notice her staring. She noticed that Harry was now walking next to her, and was thankful that he hadn't asked her to turn around again. She glanced at him briefly, studying him carefully. His light brown hair, which was cut short, fell over his right eye and was getting greasy. His features were very strong and angular, with thick dark brows, a strong nose and thin lips.