Harry Potter Hair Novels & Stories

She too was smiling. The woman by her left could pass as a typical bimbo to anyone. Around 1,6 meters of height, blonde curled hair that reached the middle of her back, soft blue eyes, red full lips, and an hourglass body with a E-cup bust. Unfortunately for the male population of Hogwarts, her body was kind of hidden by her vest, loose dark red robes with golden embroideries. She was looking around with curious eyes.

He shut up. I took my hands to her hair, pulling the locks to the front of her shoulders. They were beautiful, silky, but they needed a cut. His strong face didn't match that hair size very well. He would be identical to a Hollywood star if the dark strands were at most to the back of the neck, besides that it would already be too much.

Her physical features were a study in subtle elegance, creating an impression of quiet strength and kindness. Clara's hair, the color of chestnuts kissed by sunlight, fell in soft waves around her shoulders. The strands glimmered with natural highlights, catching the light as she moved. She often tied her hair back in a loose ponytail, allowing a few tendrils to frame her face delicately.

It didn't take long for Harriet to wander. “Alys, Ariezel, isn't this so nice?” Harriet stared in awe at the pieces of jewelry hanging on the stall, complimenting the pack member behind it. I looked to see Alys roll her eyes, dragging Harriet away from the stand. “Why don't you worry about finding dye first? Your roots are showing.” she said Alys was right. I looked at the top of Harriet's hair, the pink fading into what was her real hair color, a strawberry blonde.

And that singular shade she owns is thanks to Katniss coaxing her into buying it on the noon of Katniss’s birthday. How did these people of different lifestyles end up together? Not just as roommates, but as friends too. Anyone might wonder. Okay that’s okay, Ariadne herself wonders that too. She spared one look at herself in the mirror and ran her hands through her hair. She was one of those lucky girls who were born and grew up owning slightly curly hair, but upon attaining adulthood, her hair gradually transformed into a more beautiful and wavy hair with full length.

They had removed Jules from within, and cradled their dead mate one their lap, their face buried in the curve of his neck. “Harry,” Sigrid whispered kneeling beside them. “He is cold,” Harry did not look up. They rocked slightly, as if soothing Jules into his eternal sleep. “He is so cold.” “Yes,” she reached out to smooth her hand through the blonde hair. They had bleached it, lightening their natural glossy gold to give the sun-touched look of Talen’s hair, but recent events had left a band of regrowth at the roots. “Harry, look at me.”

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.

“Are you sure your hair isn’t enchanted? Because normal hair cannot be useful to them. For VC Franklin to blackmail Kennedy, then it means it’s very important,” I thought about it for a moment but it’s not possible that my hair is enchanted because of the kind of family I came from. But then, I think my hair has powers. I remember what happened with Yasmine and Yolanda in the bathroom. They got so hurt that Yasmine was in the hospital for a while. Plus, it grew overnight after it was cut Now I was even more confused about my hair. “Do hairs have powers?” I blurted out suddenly. “Why? You think yours does?”

Even if especially if he pressed the black one. An eminent disaster would form, in which she is already starting to think of him as the Cancer Button, a few days ago, she saw one of the enemies of the wizards who pressed the buttons in the antique store. He came the other day, with the news that an enemy of his, started to lose his hair, never to grow back, which in fact, no matter how hard they tried, he never managed to make his Rapunzel hair grow back again.

Then she said, “We will need your hair for preparation.” I blinked. “My hair?” She nodded. “A piece. To make the potion that opens the gate.” I felt very small at that moment. I thought they would ask for a few short strands; something easy. Lucien leaned closer and said with a soft smile, “Just a bit. It will grow back.” He sounded gentle and the words should have calmed me, but his tone also made me think he expected a little more. I hesitated. I felt very attached to my hair. It had been long and a part of who I was. To cut it felt like cutting a small memory away.