Novelas y relatos de Harry Potter Description In Book

I was about to knock when the door suddenly opened on its own Wow! Their door is hightech huh! I just went in and I saw an old man sitting in a chair with his hand on the table. He is old but his complexion does not have any wrinkles. He also sat up straight and his body still looked strong. He looks like the Dumbledore of Harry Potter! His hair is also white and he has a long mustache like dumbledore! Could it be that Dumbledore has a missing twin? Oh my god! I’m getting crazy!

I pushed it open and slipped inside. The room was surprisingly small: a bed, a desk, a wardrobe, and a single window overlooking the moonlit forest. On the desk lay a leather-bound book—a journal. My hands trembled as I picked it up. The pages were aged and yellowed, filled with handwriting that shifted from neat to frantic, detailing dates, names, and places. Then, I discovered it. A drawing. A young girl, perhaps seven or eight, with dark hair, dark eyes, and a solemn expression. Beneath it, a name: Ella.

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.

I see Joey standing patiently. "Tell him that I'm not feeling well. I need to rest." I tell Joey after opening the door and poking my head out. Joey raises an eyebrow in amusement. "You can tell I'm lying right?" He nods then releases a short laugh. "Apparently, he says it's important for you two to meet." Joey reminds me of Neville Longbottom from Harry Potter, only in a suit and looks older. Could it be him? They look so much alike. Someone clearing his throat brings me back to the present. What's wrong with me zoning out a lot lately?

I walked back to the couch and sat back down. I look down at Harry’s face. For the first time, I took a moment to appreciate just how beautiful he was. The sparse hair on his head was dark but still a little red. He had thick eyelashes that rested on his pink cheeks. His face was a lot thinner than Bethany’s had been at this age. Then again, he hadn’t been eating well. His pouty lips were red, and the lower one was pulled into his mouth as he sucked on it.

The dull orange glow gave the cell a hellish look, as I turned to give the man hulking in the corner one last long look, watching the realization of what I was about to do seep into his colorless eyes before I snatched the ring-ended fire poker and pressed it into the flames where it hissed loudly. “Y-Your majesty- w-what are you doing?” Hagrid’s frantic warble dulled in my ears as I watched the poker heat into a nice little orange hue, my heart thudding excitedly in my ribs as I stretched hard, like a cat, feeling the bulge of my erection press firmly against my pants as I removed it, bringing the poker to my nose and sniffing loudly.

Alice POV I was in shock when I saw Harry appear in front of me wearing ripped jeans. Adidas trainers and a white t-shirt. His t-shirt hugged his muscles showing of the perfection under the fabric. He put a baseball cap on and we walked out of the bedroom. We walked past the press unnoticed which made me happy. I don’t know how to react in front of them.

He raised the book in his hand up to his face and my eyes followed it. *HARRY PORTER* I still don't understand the hype around that book. I'm yet to read it and I won't judge it yet but the book is so popular that I wonder what is so special about it. "Are you mad at me?" I asked, my hand cupping his cheek. "No, you gotta do what you've got to do. " He responded and grinned widely, that boyish charm that has always been one of his signatures showcasing itself again. "Let's go to our spot."

DARIUS' POV "Well, well," his smooth voice said. I turned around slowly to face Harry who was standing in the doorway. He looked immaculate as always in tailored clothes that probably cost more than most pack members made in a month. His blonde hair was artfully styled. There was a strange false concern etched into his big bright blue eyes. He looked like an angel. But Harry? He acted like the devil. "I heard there was some excitement today. Came to see the damage for myself."

I locked eyes with Harry. Perfect? Nope. I am staring at the same Harry I was thinking about. The cold dickhead was standing at the front of the class, and Jesus, he is so tall and muscular, the black round neck shirt and black leather jacket that gave him the devil's appearance fitted him perfectly. I moved my eyes to his hair and I saw soft, neat and newly dyed locks on his head, then I dropped my gaze to his cold eyes. They were right on me, causing an involuntary shiver.