Harry Potter Sketchbooks Novels & Stories

Regrets started to drown me in. Ty laughed and I quickly focused my attention back on him. "So that is why he has been searching for Harry Potter books! You turned him into a Harry Potter lover." "A Potterhead!" I gave her a disapproving look. Muggles, smh. "Yeah, whatever you call it." He rolled his eyes, clearly did not care, and I shot daggers at him.

“Dad says she's just a poor potion maker. Which is not big deal. It does not mean that she is a wizard. And if I think well, that will be your skill limit too… If you're lucky enough to have the memory she has.” The girl, though affected by the boy's words, did not show this. “What are you reading?” Elizabeth got close to him and saw on one of the two pages where the book laid open an image of an odious creature, looking like a giant, with no hair on his head, not even where the eyebrows were supposed to be. But he had a lot of hair on the rest of his body, as if he were an aurochs. “A book for advanced students.” Indeed, the book had on the other page almost as many words as the whole book

I unzipped it as I shoved the few bank notes I had stolen from the bald man and also the few bank notes that the plum till operator had given me as my change. My hand felt a hard thing as I grabbed it and pulled it out. It was my sketch book. I slowly ran my hands on it as burning feeling echoed in my chest. I slowly opened it. The complete sketch of Sorrow came to my view. I bite my lower lip to stop myself from crying.

A grin slipped onto his face and he continued, “Welcome to your own little Hogwarts!” Twisting the knob, Nate entered and Eira followed. After hearing the word ‘Hogwarts’ she had built up high expectations. The room wasn’t grand or beautiful. Truthfully, it was dull. First she took in were the shelves with several thick books that looked torn at the edges. There were a few wooden tables with differently shaped candles and pentagrams drawn over them. The walls were lined with crafts and charts that attracted her attention. Most of them were hangings that showed the phases of the moon. There was something written below each picture but it was a foreign language that she couldn’t understand. Sh

I say looking over at the one I had made of her and monkey for her birthday. “I’m glad you like it, now open the rest before my body starts shutting down without my coffee fix.” She laughs. I open the rest and I am extremely impressed with how she pulled these off; New clothes, shoes, a personalized number plate for my bike, a handmade voucher book specifically for sexual requests, a voucher for a couples spa day, a coffee mug with ‘Fuck Off’ written on the bottom, a Harry Potter keychain of dumbledors phoenix, the box set of the HP books though I think they were for both of us by look on her face, Gryffindor and Slytherin pjs, the latest Samsung cell phone with a HP phone case.

His outfits. His interviews. Then he found the sketchbooks. And froze. The cover opened. Inside were sketches. Not clothing. His face. Again. And again. And again. Different ages. Different expressions. Different hairstyles. Different suits. Different moments. Some realistic. Some artistic. Some unfinished. Others so detailed they looked like photographs. Arsen slowly looked up. "Lyra." She immediately hid behind her hands. "No." "Lyra." "No." "These are amazing." "Stop looking."

Two months went by and we were also a week away from Matt's 18th birthday. The man loves to read, so I decided to buy him the complete series of Harry Potter. He loves the books more than the movies. He couldn't afford the whole series, so this is the perfect gift. And also, the wand. He is a Potter head. I saw him walking to his locker, I ran towards him and jumped on his back. "There she is." He chuckled. "You're almost eighteen." I said while hugging him. He's older than us for a few months.

I moved around the office, looking for something to help me understand who the little boy Harry was talking about was. My heart was beating frantically, as I did not want to discover that what I suspected was true. No, it couldn’t be true. Not giving any thought to what Harry was discussing with his beta, I casually opened one drawer. I walked over to a shelf and pulled out a book with a black leather cover. I opened it and could see that it was a photo album. Did Harry have pictures? Aged black and white photographs and several color ones showed a young Harry with a beautiful woman with blonde hair and big green eyes. They were both holding a little boy whose hair was the same color as the

Her friend told her that she knew about the invisible cloak from a famous book called 'Harry Potter. Harry Potter was a famous book and movie back on Earth in the 21st century. She doesn't know how her friend find about a book that came from the 21st century, however, she got interested by the cloak. If she bought this, she would show it to her friend if they meet someday. “You got interested in it, Soheila?” Hector asked when he saw that Soheila stood up. Soheila looks at him and said, “Yes, I'm super duper interested in that item.” She smiled brightly after saying that.

Most of the books had scribbles but I really didn't mind as long as I could read. Something caught my eye behind a stack of Enid Blyton's books on the upper shelf. Something shiny. I wheeled back, trying to get a good look at the mysterious cover. Holy. Macaroni. Was that Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban? I just had to get that book.