Harry Potter Fanfiction Harry Looks Like A Black の小説・ストーリー

I am happy to possess that part in her life. We watched Harry Potter together. She loves it especially the character Harry potter. A few years back she even used potter like round glasses out of her fancy over Harry Potter. At that time she really looked like a dumb nerdy kid, but I always had to lie saying "She is looking beautiful" As I didn't want to die at this age. She is the whimsical character that can't stay steady not even for a moment. Gradually she fell asleep while watching the Tv. I was sleepy too.

He calmly said like I was talking to someone with no emotions. "What? I am fighting for that girl...I mean...what if...just what if your friend finds out? You were meant to take care of her not fuck her" I announced on top of my lungs and Harry leans back to his chair. He looked like someone in his savage era totally looking at me like I have lost it. "I intend to make her mine..." He hadn't complete his statement when my hand pushed the cabbage in my hand inside his mouth. "You're a Pedophile"

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.

Smoking and drinking were the least of it. Harry watched me intently. Perhaps the alcohol had taken hold of him, for when he looked into my eyes, he murmured, "You look so much like her…" Her? My gaze fell instantly on the photograph he'd placed on the floor. I'd only managed to glance at it a few times before Harry ran a hand through his hair and quietly ordered me to leave.

He snaps still unsure but more convinced then before “But just for the record I still think this is all in my mind and I’m only listening because I miss mums voice” I smirk, giggling at how childish he could be, but damn did I not miss it. Just as I was about to tell him the entire plan I could feel a barrier in his head drop down, I surge forward gasping when I realise I could see what he seen, hear what he heard, feel what he could feel. “Turn or il empty hell fire on her” this instantly made his body tighten as he looks up into the eyes of a cold hearted killer, he was a weasley looking bastard, dark brown hair with bushy eyebrows and an even bushier nose

Ariadne doesn’t respond; instead, picking out a bottle of rum from the mini-fridge and mixing it with a can of coke. The water finally shuts off with a squeak. A moment later, Harry appears, clothed, with wet hair that he tousles dry with a towel. “Alright,” Ariadne hisses. “Speak. We gave you way more courtesy than you deserve.” Harry takes a seat without a snarky comment. He looks tired, not in the way that rest can solve. His skin is mottled and lifeless, and his eyes are dark as graveyard soil. There are two hideous scars where his scent glands used to be, and without them, he seems to be a wolf no longer.

She swallowed hard, admiring his masculine chest laced with black curly hair which travelled narrowly down his flat Tommy and then into his shorts. She had seen him shirtless on the night she allowed skin contact with her but she hadn't had a good luck at him. She glanced up at his face and saw his black curly hair looked messy,his eyes were kind of red....like he cried!. Yet,he still looked damn gorgeous. "You told me you were brave Mo..... "I thought I was" Bethel cuts in immediately, She wouldn't want her to call her Mom in his presence. "The tree has overgrown,I will make sure the branches are mended by the gardener tomorrow" Harry said.

It was feeding him. “No…” I breathed. And then I saw him. A figure standing just beside Kael, watching. Tall. Pale skin, black hair that fell over his eyes like ink. Half of his body was shadow, the other half almost too human. Fangs glinted faintly beneath his lips. And in his hand—of all things—was a lollipop. He looked almost amused. And then, as though he could feel my presence, his head turned. Those eyes—black as the abyss—met mine instantly.

The black suit he wore the shoes and his hair black to match and then his brown eyes were so dreaming he was looking like a real demigod right now and I just couldn't imagine myself without him ,he looked so breathtaking . When we arrived at the venue they welcomed us well but the flashlight and the reports made it really difficult for me to see. I just had to force MY way behind him to take more of everything . "Mr harry welcome to England ", "Mr harry you look good " "Mr harry is the woman with you hour pa " ."Mr harry is it true that you are dumping your fiance Kylie Bernardo " "Mr harry please say a word " "Mr Harry, why haven't you brought your family out ?"