Harry Potter Masks Novels & Stories

“You never had a girl with hair darker than honey blond. Isn’t that a sign?! Hey, don’t you think-” He stops as I interrupt him. “Dude, did something happen with the red head?” As he doesn’t speak after nodding slowly, I interrupt his panicky eye movement. Is he on some kind of trip? “Who cares. I never had such a connection with someone. Pinch me, maybe I got bewitched by this stupid mask-thing too.” I grin widely at him, and he stares. “Are you sure you’re alright?” He increases his nodding-frequency and I fear he will shake off his face by doing it.

They chatted excitedly amongst themselves, blissfully unaware of my ulterior motives. As we strolled past a stand displaying an assortment of accessories and costumes, I halted momentarily. An idea sparked within me. I approached the stand and swiftly purchased superhero masks for the children, knowing that donning these disguises would keep them oblivious to my true intentions. With masks in hand, I knelt down to their level, ensuring I had their undivided attention.

The mask was almost transparent, only that there was some sort of black luminescence about it, that increased its beauty and of course mystery. “You want me to wear the mask to school everyday?” I couldn’t help but ask, as I finally got the trousers to my waist and buckled it straight. Next on the list. The crop top. Should probably knock off the belly effect with a jacket. “Well, you will almost not feel its presence. I made it specially for you. It’s made of magic.” I furrowed my eyebrows, then knowing that she wouldn’t see my expression since my face was surrounded by the crop top, which was trying to pass through my head to my upper body, I decided to speak out.

The furniture were beautiful, and were made of several precious ores and the hides of Middle Class Magical Beasts! The guard asked Mane and the twins to take their seats before leaving to call a servant who asked them if they were comfortable or wanted anything. They all politely refused. Mane couldn’t help but applaud the brilliance of the servant. This person wanted the three to take off their masks for security reasons, so she thought of a smart scheme to make that happen. If Mane, Lam or Lily had agreed, they would have had to take off the masks to take whatever was brought – even if it was water. As long as one of them said ‘yes’, that would be it. The others could easily be traced thro

“I haven’t seen anything or anyone kids, now you 7 need to leave because you aren’t allowed back here." “-The Masked Queen is a brand built by the Slim-Jim agency and from my sources, the image alone costs twenty million dollars, and with L.K being the representative it’s ten million dollars on the twenty million. That’s a lot of money to lose people!” Her loud exclamation can be heard through the speakers so I cover it in panic. “Hearing that you were able to get rights over your brand makes me curious how you did it, Slim-Jim isn’t an agency that would like to lose that much money without putting up a damn hard fight. The world is curious L.K, how the hell did you do it?”

The tailor has listened to our exchange, and he disappears for a few moments before returning with everything Zayden described. ‘I hear it’s a masquerade ball?’ he smiles. ‘It is indeed. Do you have masks?’ I ask him. ‘Yes, I have masks,’ he says as he retrieves a bundle for us to look through. I choose a black mask that covers all of my forehead and my nose. It covers enough of my face that no one will be able to recognize me. Zayden comes out of another room to show us his outfit. He looks amazing. ‘Alright. We will take those, and he will need boots,’ I say, looking at his bare feet.

He felt that Harry looked a lot like someone he knew. Out of curiosity, Alex asked his wife, "Do you know that guy's name?" Mrs. Summers knew Chris, but she hadn't seen Harry, so she shook her head. "What about him?" Alex turned to look at Chris. The man had an elegant temperament, but he was wearing a mask and sunglasses, so Alex couldn't see his face. What Alex did recognize, was the brand of the watch that the man was wearing. It was very expensive and not something an ordinary person could afford to buy.

Masked Moonlight Addiction PART I The Masked Moon Ball pulsed like a living heartbeat. Crystal chandeliers dripped silver light over the grand hall of Lunar Academy, and every student, professor, and staff member wore the same enchanted silver masks. No faces could be seen, no names told. Only scent, touch, and instinct. Aria adjusted her mask, the cool metal pressing against her cheeks. Her simple black gown clung to her curves, and for the first time in years, she hadn’t taken her suppressants. “Just one night of not hiding,” she whispered to herself, heart racing.

After a glance, the guard nodded and motioned for someone behind him to bring out three identical masks. These masks weren't the ornate opera-style ones used at parties thrown by the Lowe family. They were plain, white half-masks, stripped of any decorative flair.

“And don’t answer to anyone calling you away from the main room. If someone does, come find me immediately. Do you understand?” “Yes,” Emilia said slowly. “But—what’s going on, Mara? What’s this party really about?” Mara didn’t answer at first. Her gaze shifted, scanning the hallway. When she finally looked back, there was something tight in her jaw. “There are things you’re better off not knowing, Emilia. For now, just keep your head down.” With that, she handed Emilia a small box wrapped in black silk. “Your mask.” Inside was a sleek black mask, simple but elegant, with delicate satin ribbons and tiny silver stitching along the edge. Not as ornate as the others she'd seen guests preparing,