Harry Potter Trousers Novels & Stories

It was probably around the same time he adopted the hobby of killing people for next to no reason. I slide down the zip to reveal the dress. It's a modern gown with shimmering glitter peppering it. It comes with long sleeves, thankfully, but the length makes up for the lack of upper reveal. Holding the gown, I can tell that it would stop mid-thigh on me. It has a rectangular top cut, and I can just see how much of my cleavage is going to be revealed. Nice one, Harry. He thought of everything. I let go of the dress and folded my legs together. I look at Sandra, and I see a small, sly smile playing on her lips as she watches me.

With a loud thud, Harry was sent flying out the door, crashing heavily onto the steps. He tumbled down the stairs, his expensive designer clothes now riddled with holes and covered in dirt. In agony, Harry curled up on the ground, his body spasming uncontrollably. His condition could hardly be described as anything less than disgraceful. Jasper's eyes widened in shock. He never imagined that Woody would strike!, and yet, this happened after Harry had introduced himself and threatened them.

I let my purse slide down my arm and drop to the floor where I stood in front of his desk. “Because short skirts and Harry Potter T-shirts are so professional,” he retorted. I wore a black, pleated leather skirt that sat high on my hips and flared out with bare legs and black combat boots. On top, I wore a white T-shirt that read, “I’ve got 99 problems, but a snitch ain’t one,” with the golden Harry Potter snitch on it tucked into my skirt. “Whatever, Muggle.” I plopped down in one of the chairs in front of his desk.

The trousers I wore were slim-cut, in a complementary shade of dark grey, made of fine silk and tailored to allow both movement and grace, being kept up with a wide leather belt with an ornate silver buckle, featuring the sigil of the Silver Moon pack. ‘What, no cloak or cape?’ Gabriel’s voice appeared behind me, leaning against the door frame. Rolling my eyes, I scoffed, ’It would be too much of a distraction from my face, don’t you think?’ I tried to make a joke, like I usually would, but there was a dullness in my voice, one that I was trying to push away. I have to do this. I thought to myself. It’s for the pack. Furrowing his brows, Gabriel stepped into the room, ‘Maybe you should’ve sa

Harry had worn a black suit with a white shirt and had no tie on. Her mother asked if he was going anywhere as the funeral service was not yet and she was not ready. Harry told her that he was going to pick Tamara as she was going with him. Although her mother looked at Tamara very much she thought it wasn't a good idea to bring her along.