Harry Potter Hair Meme Novels & Stories

Her hair stretched like the hell so long and she became like so much weak after her hair was being pulled. " You know what, I have better idea to get you back to your senses," she smirked as she chanted magic and then, cut off her hair with her magic. "You can rest assured. With my magic your hair won't be able to grow up again," she said as she left her in the ground. She looked weak. She looked completely weak and slowly she was turning back to herself. The white hair and her wrinkled cheeks and her old eyes. I was amazed with what the hell was happening in front of my eyes. I mean how could Heidi know so much of things? " You? You feed on blood to look young, right?" she questioned Margar

Satisfied with pranking Liam, Harriet stopped Liam who was almost going to the river to see his reflection on the water. She spoke soothingly, "Milord, don't worry." The woman then parted her own hair and showed it to Liam. "Look, Milord. I have it too." Harriet showed a bunch of hair above the nape of her neck which was much paler and whiter in appearance, in contrast to the rest of her hair, which still had a lavender tint. Liam was still stunned, but he furrowed his brows. "Grey hairs?" he asked again.

The more you care, the more you have to loose. ~Harry Potter, Order of Phoenix •• Noor wasn't sure if she wanted to be annoyed, angry, happy or disappointed. The flirty playful guy she had met twice on accident was actually the Mr. Umar Lukuwa she was supposed to meet.

His bleached hair made people almost forgot the natural colour of his hair. Now, he had dyed his hair back to its original deep brown colour for whatever reason unknown to me. I don't know if it's because he was gonna be having lunch with my dad or if it's for his job, but I know changing his hair colour back to brown did not make Harry less handsome. He quirked his brow. "You got a problem with my hair?" I chuckled. He must have noticed how I've been staring at his hair. "No. It's the opposite actually"

She said with a smug smile on her face. He didn't say anything, just ruffled her hair a bit. "Hey, don't touch my hair." She complained smoothing out her hair. "Why? I will." Saying this, he again tried to ruffle her hair but this time, she moved backwards and he didn't get to touch her hair. "What? Are your hair sacred or something?" He asked sarcastically. "Yup, they are. I love my hair. They are sacred to me. And anyone who knows me, know that I don't like anyone touching my hair except my mom." She said with a smile on her face and flipped her back to give the drama effect.

So, I pulled Harry’s hair that made him shout in pain and curse like crazy that catch the attention of his friends, I rolled my eyes as he doesn’t even notice that it’s me but his friend did and they’re trying to warn him now but he’s just too dumb to notice it. When I let him go he finally saw me and stop cursing. His eyes were in shock but not in shame. I shake my head feeling disappointed. He try to approach me but I step back and pull the hair of the girl he was kissing earlier who’s in my side and didn’t even leave. I gave her a chance earlier but she stayed, I guess she’s thinking that this asshole is worth it? Nope, he’s not honey, you don’t want to get tangled up with him. “Myles! Wh

He exclaimed. I wanted to laugh but held it in. “I thought that's what you wanted in the first place. You didn't give a damn about what I do to help you,” I replied with a shrug. Harry raked his fingers through his hair. I noticed his hair was a mess. And his skin was a bit darker as if he hadn't been taking a shower. “Fuck that! I can't do this anymore! Come back home, Lily,”

Harry is born with so much hair that he is named Harry," Red commented sarcastically, smirking. I placed my hands over her shoulder and looked deep into her eyes. "Athena, I am your master, and you must listen only to what I say, okay?" "Yes, master," she said swiftly. "Or perhaps they named him Junior because his head is as small as a baby's." Red erupted with laughter. "I don't think so. He has a reasonable-sized head," Athena said. "What exactly do you mean by reasonable size?" I exclaimed, perplexed. "You've seen it, and you're well aware that it's more than reasonable." I'm now talking about my other head.

DARIUS' POV "Well, well," his smooth voice said. I turned around slowly to face Harry who was standing in the doorway. He looked immaculate as always in tailored clothes that probably cost more than most pack members made in a month. His blonde hair was artfully styled. There was a strange false concern etched into his big bright blue eyes. He looked like an angel. But Harry? He acted like the devil. "I heard there was some excitement today. Came to see the damage for myself."

He walked up to Harriet and handed her a green flag. "Oh, boy, I really feel the love." Harriet mused as she tied her flag in her hair. "You really should rethink where you put that..." I shook my head as I took the blue flag from Damian. "Iris might want to accidentally add a chunk of your hair to her collection when she goes for your flag. "I don't have a blonde curly wig yet!" Iris grinned as she threw her arm around my neck. "How would I style it? Maybe cute space buns?" Iris reached out and tugged on one of Harriet's curls, watching it spring back into place.