Harry Potter Drawings Ideas Novels & Stories

Damn his face! I took a break from my drawing work and took out my cell phone. I saw Harry’s messages asking me to go out with him. How could I? I was so busy drawing his picture. I replied I couldn’t telling I had works. “What works?” – Harry I saw the message but I didn’t reply. It’s already evening and if I go out with him I couldn’t be able to finish the drawing. After a small break I continued my work. It’s night and I had finished the drawing. I smiled looking at the pencil art. It might not be a perfect art but it was satisfactory.

I flipped the next paper, and froze. I looked over at him sleeping soundly on the bed and looked back at the drawing. Why would he draw this? It was an image of a lady with a red cloak. He had colored her with red. Then she was surrounded by green bushes. There were small rocks around the area. But what caught my attention the most, was his illustration of the pool of blood on the floor and a small child drowning in it. It was definitely the nightmares. I flipped through the other papers and saw other strange but similar drawings. A red eyed owl. An old house. And the last one was a drawing of an ancient Greek symbol. I couldn't place what it was.

I always lock it before leaving the premises. “But I… Did I…” Brushing it off, I pull the mini door open, and yelp when a heap of papers rains on me as if waiting for me to open it all along. I stay still for a moment, just blinking at the drawings. They’re ugly exaggerated images of me; big head, messy hair, thin legs… I’m as tiny as a doll, while a big guy towers over me, his pants down, and I’m choking on his… What?! My heart drops.

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.

From outside, very faintly, almost nothing at all, came one heavy thud that might have been somebody’s body hitting the wall or somebody’s ego splitting in half. Poppy didn’t even turn her head. She held out her drawing to me proudly. “Look. This is the new castle. This one is for me. This one is for Bunny. This one is for Mommy if you behave.” I looked at the drawing of a giant pink tower with a helipad, a vegetarian dragon, and something that might have been a conference room. “Beautiful,” I said. And outside, the world was welcome to keep burning itself down.

I called out to him. Harry focused the screen of my phone towards me and I gasped as I covered my mouth with both of my hands when I was surprisingly shown an unfinished sketch. It was an outline sketch of half of Harry’s face and his long curly hair but with no eyes, eyebrows, nose or mouth. I grabbed my phone from his hand and zoomed in on the date as it says Unfinished: April 14, 2011 and there was a little note below the date as it reads… ‘Dreamed about this guy last night but I was not able to see his face clearly.’

I might be ogling him because he smirks . " Like what you see?" My jaw drops to the floor and my eyes wide with a blush on my cheeks . Harry chuckles at my reaction . " well , i can send you a picture of me ,if you like and you can make it your wallpaper ?" "Harry!" i shriek and hit him on his chest . " So , what were you doing ?"

Trying to find something that will ease the awkwardness, she turned her head away, only to find a drawing above the cabinet. Harriet narrowed her eyes. What she saw in the drawing is something that she already saw when she was young. ‘Isn’t that…?!’ “Cassius, you drew this?” Harriet asked, pointing the drawing above the small cabinet. Cassius stared at the paper above. It is a drawing of a small modern hut house with palm tree on the side and a sea behind. His eyes widened. He hates the sea but he couldn’t stop himself from drawing that after he remembered a certain part of his childhood memories.

“Enough!” I stared at the ceilings blankly, it was boring and isolating in the school's old library. After school hours, Maddie and I were left in here with the supervising teacher. No talking, no phones, do the assigned work (reading). I just flipped the pages and Maddie is doing nothing but crossing her arms. I'm pretty sure Trevor is still waiting for me. We had just 4 days left to take pictures of a city and I haven't started. Gosh. Maddie keeps staring at me giving me side eyes and I give her a grimacing look. “Hey, no gazing.” Mr Harry said, adjusting his glasses. “Focus on your work.” He stood up to inspect. I haven't started yet. Instead he saw what I drew on my paper. A cartoon of M

“Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen. Excellent book.” He sits down and begins reading. The first picture I draw is a portrait of uncle Owen’s sister with a wolf howling at the edge of a cliff at a full moon in the background. I make one for his father too. I plan to give them these at the funeral. I do similar ones of Michael to give to Carrie and one for Zuri but with a lion for the family.