Harry Potter Hair Novels & Stories

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 always wore a tie on my wrist so I used it to style up my hair in a low pony tail. I took two more puffs before I tossed the cigarette on the floor besides my leg and stomped on it. I watched as the little flames scattered before i turned to face Harry. His face was flustered from the cold. He must have a very sensitive skin. His blonde hair was brushed back and his black eyes bigger than ever. He wore a white T-shirt and fancy green knicker. His eyebrows were thick and he had long lashes with a well defined body that showed under his shirt. One could consider him as attractive

I paused for a moment, thinking of myself having short blonde hair. "You really think so?" I asked, and she gave me two thumbs up, confident in her words. "Wait, I know we have stocks here since sir Harry used to dye his hair back when he was young. Don't worry. I won't give you something that's already expired. I am not that cruel. Wait here." Rena sprinted from my sight, heading towards the house's first floor.

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.

But if a seven-year-old wanted to read the entire Harry Potter series in a week, Kiara was not going to discourage it. Kiara’s blue eyes flicked over to where her niece leaned against the trunk of the sugar maple tree with green leaves and small greenish yellow flowers above her. She sat on grass that was already lush and green thanks to the pack Omega’s and city maintenance crews. Unlike her sister’s unruly curls, Marie had straight dark auburn hair that hung just past her shoulders. Her bright warm honey eyes devoured the words on the page in front of her. In her young mind, Marie wore Hogwarts robes that were in the Ravenclaw colors. In reality, she wore knee length khaki shorts and a pu

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.

I touched my hair with my fingertips "do you think Dad would allow me to use magic to change my hair color?" Abbadon stared at me with a raised eyebrow. "But your hair is beautiful, young master... why would you change your color?" I sighed. I also liked the color of my hair and it had not changed, but... that night, I wanted them different. "I want to be faithful to the tales" I muttered sitting in bed with my face slightly sullen "the tales speak of a knight with ruby eyes and golden hair, I can change my eyes with lenses, but the hair... he would look so good with magic."

Not that her body needed many decorations, Henry thought, noticing how her attire showed her feminine body which was of medium height, thin with generous curves in all the right places, once which were enough to make any other man’s imagination work crazily to see what was beyond the plain black fabric, especially with the way she stood, tall and straight, like a proud pantheress. She did look like one, he thought as he studied her more, as if her appearance wasn’t weird enough, the girl was matching it with a weirder haircut, her inky black silky hair was cut very short on the back, barely an inch from her scalp, not even hiding her neck, the fringe however was left long, reaching her chin

ah! There is another way to make me believe that the man is Hayden. That is by changing appearance! I am not the one exposed to the alchemy potion. But the man was! Hayden makes him drink a potion that changes his appearance to look like Hayden! Like the polyjuice potion in Harry Potter! Oh my god, why didn't I think of that sooner? Oh, of course, because I'm stupid! Amazingly stupid! 'When the potion's effect wears off, he'll return to his original physical form. That's why he is gone and his black hair also turned blonde,'

Sir Ignis, after having recovered from being planted on the floor, wiped the dust off his hands and commented, "Nice spell… and hair. It suits you." Perplexed by his other compliment, I picked up a few strands of my hair and it finally made sense; the black hair that grandma used to brush before I went to bed was now completely dyed in sapphire blue.