Harry Potter Hair Meme Novels & Stories

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

Hana's soul discovers her magic is dividing the order of the levers of spells. Unbeknownst to Hana, at level 9, magic is allowed to produce conscious souls. So now Hana is facing five souls in human form. The phoenix fire spirit has fiery red hair; the thunder spirit has glittering white-blond hair. The soul of water has beautiful long black hair. The mermaid's tearful soul carried blue wings; finally, the soul of the instantaneous moving spell had blonde hair. Based on the color of the hair, Hana discovered that the phoenix fire spirit was trying to become the first levers spell and, based on its reasoning, only levers it first.

Abel got off from my laps quickly, running towards mom and hugging her legs. "Did you enjoyed reading with Vanessa?" Mom asked while ruffling Abel's hair that made him giggle. "Yep I did, she even makes faces and voices,s and what's Potterhead?" Abel's questioned looking at mom with his little finger on his nose, which made me giggle. "Well, Potterhead are people who love harry potter and his adventure" I explained to the little boy whose face went 'O' after knowing the meaning. "Then I'm a potter hair too" Abel squeaked in happiness raising his hands in the air.

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,”

The group of men filter behind the grizzly bear in front of us. Gee-gee lets out an over exaggerated laugh. “Oh, I’M SORRY, I must be misunderstanding you. Did you just call your FUTURE QUEEN a mud-blood?” Before he can respond she continues. “What is this? Fucking Harry Potter?” The man sniffs his nose before spitting on the ground in front of me. “She’s no future Queen of mine.” The men behind him yell out their agreement. I take a step closer to the man and give him a sinister smile. “What is your name, sir?” I bat my eyes at him.

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."

XANDRIA'S POV I sat on my couch, running my hand through my hair as if my brush wasn't worthy. Ha! Yeah right. I was just too lazy to go into the bathroom and brush it myself. Ice cream was beside me on the table, my sweatpants fit loosely around my waist, and my loose shirt was on my torso like a blanket. I sighed, turning on the TV and finding that Harry Potter was on. Hey! Professor Lupin was a werewolf. Umm... A pretty ugly and fake werewolf.

What the fuck happened to that? “B-but –!” he spluttered, “We match!” “No, you don't. You two looked like you're going to a fucking funeral with all that black like it was some inside joke and it's not even funny!” Harry complained, tossing a dark blue hoodie his way, “Wear this instead and look like Jack Frost!” He grunted, “Why do I have to look like Jack Frost?” “Well, duh!” Harry stuck his tongue out, “Because he’s hot!”

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.