Harry Potter Drawings Ideas Novels & Stories

Another light flashed and another row of canvasses made appearance. Those are mine too. It was in my primary school,I drew some of them for my friends and a lot for Cayden since he never approved me as an artist. I drew more to prove him wrong. Another light and there is another row. Those are all the sketches from my highschool. There is my school, the man I hate the most with two horns, my favourite teacher, my favourite food and my crescent locket which is a birthday present from Cayden. I even drew my mother's death to always remember that it was me who is responsible for that. I drew Cayden's departure. His back is to me. He has a big trolley and a sling bag. I drew my mom's beautiful s

Ding, ding, ding, we pull away to see Silvia standing on the stage. “Can the birthday girl please come to the stage.” Silvia says and I feel Octavia stiffen in my hold, she knows what’s coming. We walk up to the stage and our dads come through the side door attached to the stage, holing her cake; a Harry Potter themed three tier cake, the bottom layer is Green (Slytherin), dark chocolate devils’ cake, the middle layer is Blue (Ravenclaw), milk chocolate mud cake and the top layer is the Marauders map, with a silver wolf howling on the top, it’s a white chocolate and raspberry centre sponge cake. There is black frosted roses and other HP symbols positioned around it.

He smiled, “Go for it, babe. I know you’ll make them awesome.” I started on the basement nursery. I drew a dragon surrounding a howling wolf, with a harvest moon in the background. Then I walked to the first-floor nursery and drew a gold dragon flying with a blue sky and the gold sun in the background. In the second-floor nurseries, I drew the Moon Goddess standing over three wolf cubs in one, I drew the Moon Goddess standing over three baby dragons in another, then I drew the Moon Goddess standing over two sleeping baby dragons and one sleeping wolf cub. Aidinth looked at each of the sketches and gasped, “Babe, these are amazing! I almost can’t wait to see what they’re going to look like af

Nothing pulls me out of a weird mood faster than doodling. As we go through the scene for the umpteenth time, I find myself doing rough sketches of the men in front of me. None of my drawings ever look particularly realistic - my doodles have more of a cartoony, comic book style - but I'm pretty proud of how they turn out. Once I've done Omar and Mr. Grand, I move on to the person I really want to doodle - Orlando. I don't get him right the first time. Or the second. Or the third. At first I can't seem to get his hair right, but by the end it's his eyes that are giving me the most trouble. Nothing I draw can capture how startling and direct they are.

Alex nods calmly, “Okay, we still haven’t agreed on what to present though.” “Your drawings.” It seems like the perfect idea; his drawings are beautiful and well, original. “You can draw something that captures you, the part of you that no one sees.” Even me, I want to add, but I decide not to. I look at him, watching him watch me. “What’re you going to do?” Alex asks gently, I stare at the closed book.

"But maybe-daddy isn't just in my dreams. He's in my thoughts when I'm awake, too. Like, when something funny happens at school, I think about telling him. When I draw, I make them for him, even though I can't give them to him." She jumped up and got her backpack, pulling out a folder full of drawings. "See? These are all for my maybe-daddy." I opened the folder, my hands shaking. Inside were tons of drawings, all with the same tall guy with dark hair standing next to Emma and me. In some, he was pushing Emma on a swing. In others, he was reading her stories. In one, we were all baking cookies, with flour all over us. But it was the last drawing that got to me.

It's made by kindergarten students” one of the teachers replied. “Yeah, here are twenty students in kindergarten,” the Principal said. “Ok, let me see those drawings,” I said, taking pictures from the table. All pictures of family drawings made by kindergarten students. If my babies are alive, they must have studied in kindergarten. I saw all the beautiful pictures, but one picture got my attention. There was one girl with blue eyes and long blonde hair, I don't understand why but her features look like Rose's besides there is a shadow of men in black. There are two babies. One little girl with green eyes and black hair while the boy was having blue eyes and black hair, and he was seated in

he exclaims out loud as if he's won a game, and I look at him sideways, and he makes a zipping motion with his mouth. "Can I continue? She's beautiful, polite, elegant, a bit stressed too. But I didn't need much to convince her; I just helped her with her luggage. She looked sad, maybe that's why she gave up her seat so easily, as she said. But the most incredible thing is that..." I put two fingers to the side of my mouth, reflecting. "Remember the day I woke up in the middle of the night, and you found me in the library, drawing? For a few seconds, you thought I was sleepwalking?" "Yes, how could I forget? You were drawing something you had dreamt about," Harry says with a puzzled look.

This isn't an outline, this is a full-blown drawing. “This is…” “A hobby I picked up, nothing interesting” He waves it off and my heart shreds up a little. I flip the next page and it's another drawing of me lifting a bloodied figurine high up above my head. My lips are pursed harshly and are painted a sharp shade of ruby red. My eyes are a different shade of brown, they look glazed over like I'm in some sort of bloodlust haze. There are specks of blood splattered all over my face and hands.

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.