Harry Potter Hair Meme Novels & Stories

Harry wasn’t exactly human. When they got serious, Harry revealed his secret to Mom. Somehow, he didn’t pick up on the fact Mom sucks eggs at keeping secrets. Not even five minutes passed before she told me. Luckily for Harry, I can keep secrets. You see, Harry’s a werewolf. I know what you’re thinking — run, this guy is totally crazy! That’s exactly what I told Mom, so she convinced Harry to do the change into a wolf thing in front of me.

"I brought my ex with me” Harry incomprehensibly turns his head towards me. “Do you remember I told you I had never smelled a woman before ? That's because she's not giving off any scent”. Harry's eyebrows seem to have grown together over his forehead. “And that's because she's one of them. The witches”. I look down. Harry starts laughing. "What's so funny ?" “You've been with a girl who spends her free time killing guys like you? How the hell did you dare cheat on her ?”

I have some makeup on, but my hair I left down. When they walk in, they look as if they are in shock at first. Matt pipes up first, and whistle’s “Damn girl, you are taller, and your hair, holy crap, as if I thought the colors couldn't get any brighter.” The girls all say together, “What happened?” To which I snicker and say, “My dad says this is because I’m getting my dragon!” Again, they all look shocked. Kim this time, is the first to say, “Damn girl a dragon?” Alice then pipes up and says, “Are you ok?”

Kind of like a hazel, but they had more color to them. His dark-chocolate brown hair was parted and arched at the top, like one of those f-boy hairstyles. He wasn't an f-boy, though. He just liked the style. But a lot of girls thought he was cute and had total crushes on him. I was surprised he was still single. He was funny, nice, smart, and good-looking.

We all sit there in horrified silence, no one quite knowing what to say. Finally, Harry is the one to speak up. “Well, they don’t look EXACTLY like you. They all have long, black hair. Your hair is blue. Although it does look black unless you’re in the daylight. They also all have blue or grey eyes, your eyes are very different, so they couldn't match that…” He trails off, his false optimism fading as he reasons away his own arguments. His face falls as he gives up trying to reason away what we all know.

he said, trying to sound confident. "Shut up, Briar. Look at his hair..." one of the fellow vampires muttered in horror. The flames gave Harry's hair a coppery sheen as he continued to move forward. "He's just a kid! The Council is sending us a kid!" spat Briar to the ground. A slight smile played at the corners of Harry's lips as he heard the name of one of the vampires. "Shut up, Briar! Look at his hair! It's the red wolf! The Vampire Reaper!" one of them shouted in panic.

She had offered to wash both our plates. "Well, howdy, stranger." That scent and voice seemed so familiar. I turned to see piercing blue eyes on me. It was Harry, and he had his hair in a bun and was wearing a pair of sweatpants. I've never really had a thing for man buns, but he made them work. "Harry!" I exclaimed, genuinely pleased to see him. He was my first friend here—if he considers me a friend. "How have you been?"

I change into my comfy pumpkin pjs and furry tanktop while harry gets changed into sweatpants he apparently got with him and I lend him his shirt, but just for tonight with a promise to return it back in the morning . Along with kisses and cuddling. We decide to have a moviethon with popcorn and cold drink. Lots of it. We also order a pizza for dinner. I pop us some popcorns while he sets the movie and get us blankets .We decide on the harry potter series since its long and interesting and also because we have discovered that we're both potterheads.

it was driving her beyond insane. ‘Are you Henry Goodman's daughter??'.A mysterious guy came out of the blue and she frowned deeply as she turned around to assess him.Tall,lanky,with a mop of frizzy carrot orange hair that made him look like a dollar tree version of Ron Weasley,it was very much evident that he was either someone from the press or just another man with the sole intention of annoying the crap out of her. ‘Yes I am.Can I help you?'.Her voice was as harsh as it could get,it was the first signal that she wasn't in the mood for talking but he was just too blind by his own motives to not see the clear ‘BACK OFF!!' sign.

Harry gasped and Indianna recognised the second person when he fell to his knees. He looked different. His hair was longer and his beard had grown out of control. His skin was covered in marks and bruises, but Indianna could never, ever forget his face. She took a small step forward and froze. Her eyes were wide and focused only on him. Harry was talking to her, but she couldn't hear him. Her vision blurred and she realised she was crying. She was too scared to move any closer to him, scared that this was one of Rogue's sick jokes.