Harry Potter Description In Book Novels & Stories

My stomach churns, and I take another deep breath before looking inside. “Oh, my Goddess,” I gasp with a smile. Little brown eyes peer up at me, and I slam my hands over my mouth in excitement. “I did it,” “Who are you?” I smile while stroking his hair back from his forehead. He looks perfect, his little suit looks immaculate, and I can see that his wrists have no stitch marks. That has to mean that Harry has awoken the same child he was before the vile rogue got his paws on him.

I looked around the room and it was filled to the roof with spell books. I was brought out of my amazement by a throat clearing. I looked over to the man, he wasn't what I was expecting. I was thinking of an old witch with a beard and everything, but he was young. He looked to be in his late twenties with a clean-shaven face and dark hair that reached the bottom of his ears. "You are a lot younger than I imagined," I said out loud. He chuckled.

“I’m not touching that. I’ll get tetanus or something.” Harry glanced over at me with a flat, unimpressed look. “And you think I’m going to touch it?” I tried to stare him down. “I’m not doing anything. You’re the one who wanted to be the hero. So go ahead and be the hero, Harry. Open it. Don’t let me stand in your way.” Harry looked at the knob, then at me, then back at the knob, and the devil grinned. I expected something stupid like ‘open sesame’ or ‘alohomora’. But nope, he had to be dumb but piss me off at the same time as well.

A grin slipped onto his face and he continued, “Welcome to your own little Hogwarts!” Twisting the knob, Nate entered and Eira followed. After hearing the word ‘Hogwarts’ she had built up high expectations. The room wasn’t grand or beautiful. Truthfully, it was dull. First she took in were the shelves with several thick books that looked torn at the edges. There were a few wooden tables with differently shaped candles and pentagrams drawn over them. The walls were lined with crafts and charts that attracted her attention. Most of them were hangings that showed the phases of the moon. There was something written below each picture but it was a foreign language that she couldn’t understand. Sh

He has lived for centuries,always returning to earth with different faces and bodies, but still the same. But she could pull pieces,fragments, and shadows.In a new body. That night, the scrying mirror in Morwen’s sanctum sparked. She stood before it, exhausted, robes torn, hair wild. And there he was. Harry. Not as he was. But as he had become. A reflection not in glass,but in smoke. His face was totally different now, eyes burning with a violet flame. “You look worse than I left you,” he said, in a mockery way.

I was finally doing something to better myself… and I was finally experiencing a taste of real motherly love. Any worries I’d had before were absent for once, and I could just focus on how nice everything was now. How amazing everything was turning out to be. I had just turned a corner, ready to enter the Great Hall, when all of a sudden, I caught sight of a young man struggling with a decent-sized stack of books. He was extremely slender, practically to the point where I thought him sickly or frail, and his skin was pale as if he rarely ventured beyond palace walls.

Their armor was different from Luke’s soldiers — darker, sleeker, etched with pale runes that glimmered faintly even in daylight. At their center rode a man without visible insignia. No crown. No heavy fur mantle. Just black steel and a sword resting easily across his back. He looked up. Directly at her. Like he had known exactly where she would stand. The golden warmth inside her stirred. Not in fear. Recognition. “He moves like a warlord,” Lily said quietly. Beside her, Luke’s jaw tightened. “He is one.” “Does he have a name?” “Yes.” Luke’s voice was calm.

asked the voice of a chuckle. A young sorcerer in his twenties with burgundy hair appeared holding a magic wand. His hair was down shoulder length, a little messy. His eyes were amber-gold, and his body was slender, tall. His androgynous face was sweet. At first glance, it was difficult to tell whether this sorcerer was a pretty boy or a tomboyish woman. He smiled confidently and exuded a superior aura. He was wearing a white robe with a golden thread pattern. In his hand was a long magic wand that touched the ground. At the end of his wand stuck Draco's golden dragon heart. The Heart of Magic.

The girls had also asked about how his classes had gone during the morning and he updated them. Erik had just taken a sip from his cup, when he heard hasty footsteps. He looked at the door and saw a brown bush-haired girl with Gryffindor colors entering the room and freezing as soon as she entered. She looked around the 'new' classroom with wide and curious eyes, and then she saw Erik sitting behind the Professor's desk sipping his coffee. While she was staring at him with wide eyes, two other males students, a black haired one and a red haired one, entered the classroom. Erik recognized the black haired one, it was Harry Potter. Both male students stopped behind the female one and were pant

He stood up straight with the books secured under his sweaty armpits and spread a crumpled, extra large map that looked like it had been picked out of a waste bin, as he bent his head over, with eyes searching for where his Geography class was being held. “Having trouble?” Harold's breath ceased, his throats went drier than the Sahara in less than three seconds, and he felt his stomach squeeze gently on one side as he turned round to see who had spoken. A girl, with hair darker than a squid's ink, skin as uncouth as decaying cheese and thick-rimmed spectacles hugging her thin face, stood on the left side of the hallway comfortable in her skin with a feeling of content swelling from her. A t