Harry Potter Hair Novels & Stories

I retorted while gently twisting her arm. "Ahhh…!?" The girl was forced to let go of her knife because of the pain. Still grabbing her arm, I removed her hood; it revealed her beautiful, long scarlet hair. It doesn't seem like a wig, but I can't really tell whether it is a wig or not. Nevertheless, not one of the seven students that I memorized earlier has this kind of hairstyle or hair colour. … I'm sure of it— these people aren't them. "…What are you idiots doing!?" The girl screamed. "Shoot him already…!"

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.

"Why are you on that outfit? And that hair?" Aside from her sudden appearance itself, the two were so much surprised to see her wearing her 'village-girl' guise. Another thing, her natural brown hair is now colored black and her front hair is straightly cropped into a thick fringe. Her loosely flowing hair is also left untied but is neatly resting behind her back. "Because I'm the Princess, ugh. I can't just walk around here, greet you guys wearing silk, petticoats and high buns. And yes, I did use a potion to dye my hair, doesn't it look fine on me?" she childishly winked.

But that was just the pattern today, tomorrow the pattern changes. She had been so fixated on telling herself that she is human that she didn't realize that there is absolutely nothing human about her real hair. If anything could be seen as proof that she is something supernatural then it would be her hair. She wondered as she looked at it and said to herself, " should I show up to school with my hair like this, or do I keep hiding it with this wig that is sick of me?"

They looked up in unison at Harry’s exclamation. “Yes. Delwyn,” Talen said quietly. “Her hair has grown,” Harry announced. “Most of it at least. It’s an improvement.” “Prince Harithen,” the woman with a half-shaved head covered in tattoos smiled slightly. “It is a pleasure to see you again.” “Prince,” Jules’ eyebrows raised. “Once, long, long ago,” Harry stroked their hand over Jules’ dark hair. “I was meant to be a king.” “We’re looking for August,” Aislen interrupted.

The girl’s bone thin hand trembles as she reaches up and slides the hat off. She clutches it in front of herself with both hands but doesn’t look up at me. Her greasy hair is in a bun on top of her head, but not tied off with an elastic. She bows her head, causing her long, greasy locks to cascade over her back and shoulders. “Shut the door!” Justice howls in a panic. This can’t be real. I blink hard and look again. This girl’s hair is sparkling silver. It’s not gray or salt and pepper like an elderly person. It’s silver. That’s impossible. Isn’t it?

She had her hair tied up in a bun, but that revealed her dainty, slender neck and smooth skin. Harry couldn’t get his eyes off her hands. He was the oldest of the brothers, in his late forties, and had a perfect mix of white and black colours in his hair. His eyes were fixed on Penny Jensen’s fingers as she moved and waved them around while answering the questions. He noticed she sat at the edge of the sofa, kept her knees pressed together and flushed whenever his eyes moved down to her beautiful legs.

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."

Way to throw me under the bus in an instant. The boy looked up, giving me a clear view of his face. Flawless skin, way to flawless for his own good with pale skin. His hairs were jet black and a pair of round glasses sat over his nose. If I didn't know better, I would say Harry Potter had come to life. All in all, he was an absolute nerd. He stared at Alex's outstretched hand in terror before turning his gaze to me and locked there. 'Her... her eyes... they a-are-'

She even asked Alissa to braid her hair exactly like Elsa but Alissa just did a Dutch braid, each layer was spread out to make her braid look big. Rather than Elsa, she ended up looking like Daenerys Targaryen from Games of Thrones with her long blonde hair or more like Lagertha in Vikings. She giggle to herself. Telling Hope about that didn’t matter because she wouldn’t understand any of that character. The bottom line now is that, Hope’s thick long hair that curls at the end was super gorgeous.