Harry Potter Sketching Novels & Stories

I called out to him. Harry focused the screen of my phone towards me and I gasped as I covered my mouth with both of my hands when I was surprisingly shown an unfinished sketch. It was an outline sketch of half of Harry’s face and his long curly hair but with no eyes, eyebrows, nose or mouth. I grabbed my phone from his hand and zoomed in on the date as it says Unfinished: April 14, 2011 and there was a little note below the date as it reads… ‘Dreamed about this guy last night but I was not able to see his face clearly.’

" Simon stutters as he speaks. I might not know the boy well, but I'm sure that he's not one to stutter. He seems so scared. "Harry, what are you doing here?" I drag in a frustrated tone, trying to change the topic, and he sighs. "I heard you were here, and I came to check what you were doing, only to get here and see a disoriented class surrounding this boy." He explains without so much as sparing me a glance. "I want to see your drawing." Harry says. No, orders Simon.

"I'll surpass you if you don't work hard!" Harvey snapped back to reality and threw his brush away with a blush. "Eh?" Toph was taken aback. "You..." "Boring!" Harvey huffed and got up to leave. Toph was puzzled. Harvey was too unpredictable. He had just made a joke earlier! He wanted to peek at Harvey's sketchbook but found a thick pile of drafts under the easel. Curiosity compelled him to pick them up, and he couldn't stop once he started going through them.

I might be ogling him because he smirks . " Like what you see?" My jaw drops to the floor and my eyes wide with a blush on my cheeks . Harry chuckles at my reaction . " well , i can send you a picture of me ,if you like and you can make it your wallpaper ?" "Harry!" i shriek and hit him on his chest . " So , what were you doing ?"

“Do you think it means something?” I hugged my knees. “I don’t know. But I think she’s real.” Rhett rubbed his eyes. “Could you give me a sketch or something?” I got out of bed, tiptoed over to the desk, and grabbed some paper and crayons. I didn’t talk—I just drew. Big swirly black veil. Hollow eyes. Long fingers. Long black dress. Rhett stared at it like he was studying a treasure map. “That’s... not normal,” he said.

“I believe that if it wasn’t safe, she wouldn’t have left it in her bag next to her hairbrush and a half-eaten scone.” That seems like a fair point and I stop arguing. He pulls the cap off and uncorks the tiny, sharp quill he swiped with it. I hold out my arm, then stop. “Wait. Are you even good at drawing on skin? I know you have some artistic chops on paper, but this is different.” “Chris, are you going to chicken out?” “No, I just want to be sure that you have the skill to back up your crazy plan.” He stares at me, deadpan. “I’ve been sketching wolves since I could hold a pencil.”

I climbed into the car, settling Harry on the seat beside me and handing him my phone to keep him occupied. As the car started moving, I glanced over at him. He wasn’t playing games like most kids his age would. Instead, he was staring intently at an image of a brown werewolf, reading the text beneath it. He was researching. Again. I sighed softly. Why couldn’t he just enjoy himself like the others? Play a silly game, laugh, have fun. But no, Harry always seemed weighed down, too preoccupied with trying to understand who he was. The car slowed to a stop in front of a massive, incomplete building. The skeleton of the structure towered above us, its beams and scaffolding stark against the sky.

He pulled Grainne's hand and said, "Mom, let's go to the contest then! Harry already knows what to draw today!" Grainne asked: “Is that so? So what is Harry going to draw today?" Harry shook his head, raised his hand to his mouth, and snorted, then said mysteriously, "It's a secret, mom will find out soon enough!" In the final contest, the children participating in the contest tried to show their imagination, drawing all kinds of fantasy fairy drawings.

So that means getting going now. Having a blank page for a commission, and getting started on it, that’s two different things. After wasting most of my free period staring at a large white rectangle, I give up and start doodling in a sketchpad instead. Sketches of faces, mostly. The Pack. Imogen. Mom. The college staff. My tutor, Mrs Bird, as a Sergeant Major in a feathery rainbow uniform, strutting around bellowing orders. Jade as a crow, teaching crow martial arts to a bunch of baby crows. Mary in a Cinderella ball gown. Reese as a tiger. Tom as a warrior fairy, with dragonfly wings and a silver rapier.