Harry Potter Description In Book Novels & Stories

Hunter crossed his arms in front of his chest and looked at me annoyed. I ignored him and turned the cover. Harry Potter and The Chamber of Secrets. "Well, this is a secret, alright. I didn't know you're a Harry Potter fan." Hunter took a few steps and took the book from me. "You know nothing about me." He opened the book, flipped through the pages until he found the page he was reading. "I know you for a year now. I think I know one or two things about you. One of it is that you don't read, especially a book." I picked up the bottle of beer from the ground and took a sip.

“Didn’t mean to scare you.” I scramble to my feet and back away until the wall presses cold against my spine. “Easy, girl. I’m not here to hurt you.” He raises his hands slowly. His fingernails are thick and discolored. Wrong. “My name’s Harry Brown.” He closes the distance, towering over me, his gaze calm but sharp — not murderous, just … dangerous. A warning wrapped in politeness. I want to scream. I try to. Nothing comes out. Is this how it happens? Is this the moment before everything ends?

He placed a kiss to my forehead and opened up the book to another page before pushing it to me. There was a colored portrait drawn of a creature that was tall and slender. Its skin was a greyish color with unhealthy veins running down his neck into his old-fashioned clothing. It looked like what royalty of centuries long past would wear. Its eyes were the worst part. They were pure black, but there was something hidden within them that you could not see but could sense. It was pure evil, and part of me wanted to run from the room screaming.

Brooklyn followed their gazes and her eyes landed on Harry. He was dressed in black ripped skinny jeans, a fitted dark green t-shirt and his blonde hair was pushed back messily, ends flicking out in random directions. His vibrant green eyes were staring straight at her and his face was blank. "What's the betting he heard all that?" Alice whispered and Sasha nudged her when her whispering didn't really count considering Harry was less than two meters away. "Rather high," Brooklyn murmured and Harry walked up to the desk the girls were sitting at and placed a pen in front of Brooklyn. Her pen.

The door opened, and Harry entered. He moved like liquid, a tall, lean man in fitted black trousers and a simple white shirt rolled to his elbows. Dark hair swept back from a sharp brow, his eyes the color of storm clouds. He was older than she expected, maybe mid-forties, with the kind of presence that immediately claimed the room’s oxygen. “Eva?” His voice was a low baritone, smooth as aged whiskey. She nodded, suddenly aware of every pulse point in her body. “I’m Harry. Let’s see what you’ve got.”

Chapter 9: "Careful, there," a low, deep voice rumbled above me and the boy straightened up so I could finally see something more than just hair. He was holding up all of the books that were about to land on my head with an amused smile - but most importantly, he had the most beautiful pair of intense gray eyes. He held my gaze for a fleeting moment then proceeded to place the books back onto the shelf, all except for the Harry Potter book. He chuckled, "I think this is what you risked your head for," and handed me the precious book.

It was the second time I burned myself with my cup of tea. I had recently bought it when I discovered an internet store about literary articles, and I instantly fell in love with the Harry Potter-themed cup that only required the coat of arms belonging to the book when it was filled to the top by a smoking liquid. Most of the time, I just filled it with water just to have the pleasure of seeing the dark color giving way to the brightness that contained the drawing of the most famous magnificent witchcraft school in the literary world.

I am trying not to be jealous of her but it’s hard when I see beta Harry with her. He is just perfect, god like even. He has green eyes that reminds me of the woods, something dangerous, mysterious, beautiful and peaceful at the same time. He is an enigma, a handsome one that I want to understand. I want more than to understand him, I want him, all of him and only for me. He is tall with messy blond hair and he is casually dressed. He looks unforcedly good. He doesn’t even try and he looks like a Greek god. His body, don’t let me start about that. His body is a sin and I want so desperately to be a sinner.

he clears a throat. I tilt my head up, only to my surprise; right in front of me is an elderly man. It's no average man with no average height, but a huge man. I mean, this man is more significant than a giant. He wore white and gold clothing, had long white wavy hair and a beard covering his whole chin, and had golden eyes, but he was different from Dominic. This man's eyes shine like the sun. It's like looking at Albus Dumbledore from Harry Potter.

I always wore a tie on my wrist so I used it to style up my hair in a low pony tail. I took two more puffs before I tossed the cigarette on the floor besides my leg and stomped on it. I watched as the little flames scattered before i turned to face Harry. His face was flustered from the cold. He must have a very sensitive skin. His blonde hair was brushed back and his black eyes bigger than ever. He wore a white T-shirt and fancy green knicker. His eyebrows were thick and he had long lashes with a well defined body that showed under his shirt. One could consider him as attractive