Harry Potter Description In Book Novels & Stories

She shut her eyes at his insult as his hands roamed all over her body. Harry smirked satisfied when he watched her hands curling into fists at his insult. If he says she has a woman figure it will be a lie. She was small. Too small, light and skinny to be called a woman. She had grown up. Her facial features had turned mature ones but her body is still like a little girl. Her breasts weren’t big enough yet she wasn’t flat as well. Her waist was too tiny while her ass wasn’t too much thick. She may not have a sexy figure but Harry still found her looking extremely beautiful beneath him.

I gesture in the general direction of the door, away from where we are both standing. “Seriously? Won’t that make a mess?” He asks warily. “Just do it, you’ll see.” I promise. Harry shrugs and flings the potion into the air. Within a few moments of being airborne the potion changes from liquid to gas and basically turns into a miniature, pastel pink and very glittery cloud. Harry stares at it wide-eyed. “Woah, that’s awesome. It kind of looks like a little kid's dream decorations for some unicorn princess themed party. What exactly IS the potion?” He asks. I laugh at his description. He isn’t wrong.

From the way she described the picture of the creature, even I felt a goosebumo creeping underneath my skin. I listened to everything she was saying and not once did I interrupted her. A black fog come out and with it....the wizard followed. He stepped forward with his staff and a glare in his eyes. "Describe the creature for me." He said immediately. Again, Lyra begins to explain. This time I took out a piece of paper and a pen. I was skillful I'm drawing and even sketching out some of the details she had described. Once I had finished drawing, I turned the paper around and showed it to the wizard.

my mother says without looking at me before opening the door for me. I swallow my fear down and walk inside, repeating her words: you can do it, you can do it. Damon and Aiden are seated at the table and I can feel their eyes on me as soon as I enter, but I don’t pay attention to them yet. My eyes land on the man who stands up with a smile to greet me. Harry. Forty-five years old. A tall and athletic body, warm amber eyes, neatly styled light hair and a face that belongs in an action or superhero movie. Harry is still as handsome as the last time I saw him, but that’s no surprise.

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-'

Heidi had used a bright yellow crayon to draw two massive, perfectly round circles for the eyes. "He’s really, really tall," Heidi explained, pointing her small finger at the yellow circles. "And he wears a big coat with a hood, just like a wizard. He doesn't talk out loud. He talks inside my head like a whisper. And he has eyes like the moon, Mommy. They glow bright yellow even when the sun is hiding."

"And now, Harry, let us step out into the night and pursue that flighty temptress, adventure," the ancient wizard (Albus Dumbledore) says in chapter 3 of The Half-Blood Prince. * M E Y W A N G | The Asian Potterhead It was at dawn when I was awoken from my slumber. Knowing that even one small thud could wake my mom up, I left my door slightly open and walked to the kitchen. Since I could not go back to sleep, I might as well wake up now. I opened the drawer on my right and grabbed a yellow mug with flowers painted on the front. With the mug in one hand, I went to the sink and filled it with water. I gulped the water down in one go and put the mug on the kitchen counter.

Wearing his cute kindergarten uniform to his baby pictures, Alice was fully entertained. It was until she flips on the second last page is when she sees Harry at the family fountain. He looks like he was around 6 to 7 when a young girl his age was beside him. Standing and smiling, happy to be beside Harry seeing her eyes was on him the entire time. Caramel-brown hair, baggy but expensive-looking clothes, nerdy exterior... It didn’t take her long to realize that the feature of the girl is definitely... “Is this girl Emily? The one next to Harry? Do you know her?”

George concluded. “We cannot just base our thoughts on mere assumption, I believe you should know that by now; we deal with facts” the wizard stated. “Jane, you said he had black eyes?” George asked again as he took out his pen and paper hoping to find a perfect picture for the description that was being made. “Yes, he was said to have worn dark long trench coat and not only dark trench coats, his hair was said to be messy” while Jane was explaining what she had heard, George was making a rough sketch hoping he would get it down perfectly.

Zayn hates the wizarding world so much, it's his grandfather's companion's family who cursed them and besides, they are malicious and uncomfortable at all. Just like vampires but they don't represent innocence like these Renee called in a low voice, so she wouldn't be afraid, as she was asleep, opening her eyes with a drowsiness. She moved away from his back. He got off his horse to extend his hands to her around her waist and lowered her to the ground, " Welcome." I gasped in terror when two people suddenly appeared in front of them, the first was a young man with green eyes His nose is pointed from the front, his lips are large, his hair is short, shaggy and golden, and he is