Harry Potter Profile Pictures Novels & Stories

Peter interjected, even more confused. "I don't seek vengeance for family feuds, but that bastard attacked my friend. When I went to retaliate, I discovered he was a lunatic, so I used all my strength to cripple him," Harry explained. "Is your friend alright?" Peter's question made me reassess my perception of his ruthlessness. "She's fine. A skilled healer with a strong foundation in magic," Harry said, referring to Lisa. "What else is in your circle other than werewolf, vampire and magician? Monsters?" Peter, the only human present, was at a loss for words.

His assistant noticed Harry's grumpy expression and dared not say anything more, swiftly leaving the office. After his assistant went out, Harry took the parcel and opened it. This time though, it wasn't empty. Instead, there was an envelope in it. Harry wore a sullen expression as he picked it up and opened it. Then, he retrieved whatever was inside. It was a stack of photos, and the moment Harry laid eyes on them, his eyes widened. He then held the photos nearer to take a closer look, worried that he was wrong. But he wasn't mistaken—it was Felix in the photos!

Then it hit me that I could just message him on I***a and opted for it, asking my subconscious to remind me to pay Ruby a visit later. How could one person experience a hundred percent of frustrations In one day? I thought about chewing on my pinky finger. I typed in James on the search bar and grinned widely when the search results popped out. Being popular and influential had its benefits, I thought. His name was the first on the search results very simple name, which was, James of Gryffindor. I grinned at his choice of username. Arching my brows at the realization that he was a verified I* user, I sighed.

I was certain he wouldn't suspect it was me. I settled on the names Ars and Zack. He won't know for sure. He'll believe I'm just one of his avid fans. I also put thought into my profile picture. I snapped a photo of my foot, focusing on the heart-shaped mole on the side of it. Of course, my profile picture isn't a foot. It's just a close-up of that mole. He had no idea I had such a mark on my foot.

Jokes aside, he still explained his side of the story solemnly, "This girl's profile picture is so gloomy. Not many would put such a picture up." After glancing at him, Lily looked down at her phone again. Alexander was right. The profile picture was indeed quite gloomy. It was gray and dark. When Lily clicked on it, she saw a picture of a gloomy sky with a puppy snuggling up by a broken flower pot. Regardless of how she tried to see it, the picture looked heart-wrenching.

Leia uttered as she held Alice's arm tightly. "What? I can't hear you!" Alice shouted as she covered her ears slightly. "I said, we could still leave this place!" "You know we can't!" Alice's face scrunched as she swam through the sea of sweaty people. She could smell the strong aroma of alcohol, sweat, and vomit present in the warm, disgusting air. "Leia! Alice! There you are!" They finally found Yu. He was wearing a silvery white wig (which Alice thought does not fit Yu) and a robe that had a Slytherin logo branded on his left chest. It was obvious that he was Draco Malfoy from the Harry Potter series.

Instantly the dizziness disappeared, Harry immediately punched the driver and asked him about the photo. "Sir, I'm sorry, madam who sent the picture to me," said the driver after being beaten by Harry. "You want to slander my wife? Are you tired of living?" Harry was even more emotional hearing that. "Sir, I'm not lying, in fact I have a lot of pictures," said the driver. With trembling hands he opened his phone and showed me the photo. To be honest, he was really scared right now. Harry really couldn't believe what he was seeing, more than ten photos of Sarra were in it. When reading in skimpy clothes, when leaving the bathroom wearing a towel and then playing on the cellphone.

His parents, John and Sarah, had always been a bit concerned about his voracious sexual appetite, but they chalked it up to typical teenage hormones. Little did they know that Harry's insatiable hunger was about to be fed by the most unexpected source – their best friend and neighbor, Sirius Blackwood. Sirius was a handsome man in his early forties, with a chiseled jaw and a wicked gleam in his eye. He was married to James Blackwood, a successful businessman who was often away on long business trips.

Avery suggested. Harry sighed, he didn't want Avery around him anymore. He frowned as if he was no longer interested in what she had to say. Avery noticed this and instead of waiting for Harry to speak, she took out her phone and showed Selene's photo. Harry was almost stopped by the photo of an innocent and beautiful woman's face on the screen. "Who the hell is that?" he immediately asked. Avery smiled, she seemed to notice that Harry was also fascinated by Selene's appearance. "I see that you suddenly stopped when you saw this photo," she says.

After parting the curtain a little in an unnoticeable manner, Harry peeped to see if he could recognise anyone. At first, all he could see were three teenage boys in a hoodie. Later when he began to pick words from the conversation, he realised there was only a masculine in the trio; the others appeared to be feminine. This was vindicated when one pulled her hoodie off her head, and shaked her hair. It was a short bub, and Harry couldn't remember where he'd seen this person, but he was sure the face was familiar — he just couldn't place it right.