Harry Potter Hair Novels & Stories

She swatted his hand away as she was wide awake by then. “What’s your problem? Can’t I even sleep peacefully?” She lazily rubbed her eyes and cleared her vision. She saw him in front of her. She realized he was ready as he was wearing casual wear. Some of his wavy strands were kissing his forehead and she never realized his hair was wavy like a teenager. When she met him for the first time, Hades’ hair was very short at that time, due to which, it was not known that his natural hair was slightly curly.

Reign said but I just couldn’t get the image of them using their weapons and then putting them back into their hair blood and all. After about an hour of preening my hair and taming the wild locks, I was shocked they somehow turned my wild and uncontrollable curly black locks into a shiny and straight-shoulder shiny look. My hair was pulled back into a low pony that sat off of my right shoulder with the knot twisted with an extension of my hair. She had somehow taken a small section of hair and braided it back to look like a crown over the top of my head. Over the left portion above my left ear was a woven silver chain that started in a cusp that wove around the braid and down into the knot

Her expression was a carefully composed mask, waiting for it. "W…what happened to your hair?" I finally managed, the words clumsy. My eyes traced the impossible transformation. Her rich, dark hair was now starkly parted. One side remained its familiar deep brown, but the other… the other was a cascade of pure, shimmering silver, as if moonlight had been woven directly into the strands. The division was severe, beautiful, and utterly unnatural.

Since I’ve never met a witch I guess that shouldn’t surprise me, but what does surprise me is when I focus on the woman whose hand I’m shaking. She looks young. Closer to mine and Raven’s age than my parents. She’s got vibrant red curly hair. It’s such a deep red, almost maroon, that it must not be natural. Her green eyes and freckles stand out against her pale skin. She’s only a couple inches shorter than Raven so she must be about average height for human women. “It’s nice to meet you.” My voice catches at the end, making it sound like a question. “It’s the hair, right? I was playing around with a color changing potion at the school last month and one of the kids picked up the wrong herb b

he asked sarcastically. I carefully looked at his hair, which was very different. He had quite a unique haircut that was styled into a high ponytail that extended down his back. The sides of his head were shaved, with a sharp, defined line running parallel to the shaved area, giving a clean, edgy contrast to the longer hair on top.

But she followed me like a puppy as I made my way to the mirror with the scissors clutched tightly in my palm. “Ginny! I knew there was something about you! I swear to God, I knew there was more to you than meets the eye. You are a witch…no a magician right? What you did there was amazing!” That was amazing? I frowned as I ignored her and began to cut the rest of my hair to match the one that had been forcefully cropped. I watched with tears in my eyes as my hair began to fall down my face into the sink. The light in the bathroom bounced off my near bald scalp.

she said, gesturing at me to follow her. Harriet was an old witch, although I had never asked how old she was. She had long grey hair that she always tied up in a cute granny's bun, and mesmerizing green eyes surrounded by tiny wrinkles, which only added warmth to her expression. Whenever I saw her, she kept wearing long black or dark-brown gowns, and I teased her that I would once buy her a pointy hat to complete her look, resembling a fairytale witch.

We all sit there in horrified silence, no one quite knowing what to say. Finally, Harry is the one to speak up. “Well, they don’t look EXACTLY like you. They all have long, black hair. Your hair is blue. Although it does look black unless you’re in the daylight. They also all have blue or grey eyes, your eyes are very different, so they couldn't match that…” He trails off, his false optimism fading as he reasons away his own arguments. His face falls as he gives up trying to reason away what we all know.