Harry Potter Ugly Characters Novels & Stories

But a little has a little abnormality. "Harry is my boyfriend, I'm sorry, where would you like Hary to be with a girl like you? You're old, ugly, stupid again, Harry likes the little one mam" Kirey chuckled evilly then ran away before Lis went berserk. Lis clenched her fists, she was always made angry by that one girl. It was nice of her to mock her own. "Flat bottom!" annoyed Lis then sat down, but Lis's gaze also dropped down and looked at the part that Kirey meant. Could it be that the girl was right? Because every time Harry looked at her, the man only looked her in the eye.

“This place sure is filthy. I nearly forgot about this because of some nuisance, but you can fix this, right, Harry?” His threatening tone they are the use of hearing from him. His smile and expression show his pride, which is his embracing nature. “Of course.” Harry confidently said, snapping his finger and in a second changing everything into the pristine and luxurious property that is their little haven of darkness. “Now that we have our place, our identity is set, shall we all work according to His will?” Harry reminded them with a tone that is threatening and not just a simple reminder. With their expression that shows their sins. One by one they change their appearance. One by one they

I'm starting to believe that everyone in this world is scary, and first on the list of crazy people is this handsome professor of ours. I really want to shout right through his face if possible. 'Are you crazy!? You want us to capture those little devils?! Have you gone mad?! That's a beast, not a pet!' that's what I want to shout in his face I know you're pretty handsome, Professor James, but don't abuse your handsomeness. It doesn't you're handsome I'll simp right away, just a bit though. Now I'm starting to regret my past action. To think that I supported all those crazy characters that I've read in every single novel because they are handsome and have strong charisma! Huh! I've been such

I barely even looked in the mirror before rushing out of our house. As I pass the windows of a dark classroom, I regret my decision to not even brush my hair—I resemble Hermione Granger in the first Harry Potter movie, with a bird's nest for hair. Mine is darker, though. I was born with the complex of a ghost and black hair to match. I'm a mess.

The merciless punisher; anyone who opposed him faced a vicious animal. He was compared to Voldemort in Harry Potter —he who shall not be named or whatever. We all knew it was him behind the attacks, but we could only hope that it wasn’t. After all, hadn’t we convinced ourselves that fear was just a product of our creative minds? I looked over at Lily, who was rocking back and forth. Could she be wrong and misinformed? I pray she is wrong!

I hated it when she let the dragon do the steering. “Sure, but she can’t act.” I waved my hand about. “‘Mondo Retardo. Oh Harry, I’ve made myself sound like a posh girl from the 1930s for no reason.’ Look at a decent child actor like the kid in Sixth Sense, then look at midget Mary Poppins. What the actual fuck?” Whatever Maurice’s point about the Horcrux was, it got lost in the barrage of abuse I fought off for the next hour. Sometimes it’s good to let people vent a bit.

He was just so handsome but inside of him lay a beast. "Stand and follow me" he uttered, icily. Bethel cast him a long hard glare without moving from where she sat. "Do you have a problem with your ears? Harry's eyes reddened,he hates to be denied. Bethel sprang up." I don't have a problem and if you're trying to say I have a problem then you're wrong because you are the one who has the problem! You have the problem of capturing a woman and even laying with her on your bed just because her father owed you money. You are disgusted! You're a beast! She yelled and try to walk away but not so fast as Harry grabbed her.

He looked at me as he heard me coming out of the bathroom. "Thanks for the shirt. I'll go now," I said and started to head for the door. "Wait!" I halted. "Stay for a minute. The party is kinda boring," he said. True. It was kind of lame. Spilling beer on the former high school bad boy was the most interesting thing that happened so far. I sat down on the chair in front of him. "You are one of the Brown sisters, aren't you?" he asked. "Yeah! I'm the ugly one!" I blurted out.

He had this very cruel look that frightened all ,and to think that he was their boss and his company paid them well, made all very submissive to his acts. Harry was chocolate in complexion, a bit huge and about 5.6 fits tall. He had this charisma that attracted ladies to him basically through his looks. Although he was goodlooking his attitude was a mess. Offering no regards for his elders ,neither did he respect women , he believed he could order anyone and have his way with them. One of such moments was the day he slapped an old taxi driver who had accidentally bashed his car. Sending the man to jail for 3 days without pity.

“You did not look this good even when we were at the fest that day.” “I am sure.” I murmured, “your sick brain has gotten infected by your male god, right? And that is aside from your body that you enjoy getting physically tortured by that bastard like a pig.” Harry’s smile faltered but did not fade away completely. He just shrugged his shoulders indifferently and placed his heeled boot on my foot, digging in painfully until tears stung the corner of my eyes and a cry escaped my lips. “You are the one squeaking like a fucking pig all the time and you have the guts to insult me?” he gritted out with the same evil smile.