Harry Potter Wardrobe Novels & Stories

It was as if they had been there for years, and she felt guilty about changing anything. She covered the bed again and moved to the wardrobe. She felt apprehensive about lifting the sheets. The coldness that permeated the room gave her a gloomy feeling, as if someone were watching her, making her shiver. She lifted the cloth from the wardrobe with trepidation and opened the door. A cloud of dust had formed from her disturbing the lining, yet she was curious. When she saw the clothes inside, she pulled the cloth away, revealing the large luxury wardrobe that dominated the main wall of the opulent room. Made of polished mahogany, it was so big it left Hanna speechless. She started opening the

Red and gold banners hung in the top two towers with an emblem that I guessed was the schools. “Holy shit, I’m at Hogwarts,” Not realizing I said that out loud. “Only better,” she whispered in my ear, making me jump. “Come let me show you why it’s better. I looked at the grounds and school in awe. All of the students had black and white uniforms with a gold seal on the shirt. The girls wore checkered skirts with white blouses, and gray stockings. While the boys were in black slacks, a white button up and a red and black striped tie.

She pointed a finger towards the dress. "No." I shook my head. "Then just take a glance over it before you speak." I took the dress in my hand and facepalmed. 'Not For Return' was written in block letters along with the price tag. "So, what are you going to do? We can't waste these dresses, it's worth the cost." I suggested. Harry seemed to think a bit and came towards me. He took both hands and raised them in the mid-air. "Why don't you keep this? It will fit you." His eyes shone with victory where I looked at him in disbelief.

He nods and shrugs. “It was easier than forgetting something.” She laughs and places it on the table. “I’ll ask for permission to set it up somewhere nearby for us when we have the chance. But in the meantime.” He pulls out his wand, and feeds it into the model pulling out a wardrobe. “You need clothes that are yours alone.” Once the wardrobe is out of the model it slowly starts to grow. He moves it with the wand so that it lands next to the existing one. But not taking up too much floor space. “My Love, you kept my clothes? They’d be wildly out of fashion by now.” He laughs and gestures to the wardrobe, she raises an eyebrow but wanders over to look. Inside is a myriad of clothes, but they

There’s a tray of food on the coffee table that wasn’t there before. I bolt the door this time. The last thing this strange adventure needs is a dose of awkwardness. Unbidden, Zen’s impassive face comes to mind. I don’t think I’ll have to worry about it though. The wardrobe is as big as my room at Mrs. Gaines’. Rows and rows of clothes fill my vision, different sizes cuts and materials. Silk dresses, linen shirts and fur lined pants, soft slippers and boots of various lengths and styles. Heavy leather belts, earrings that I suspect are maybe, just maybe made of real gems, cloaks and coats.

he asked, his voice a mixture of suspicion and intrigue. Zelda shook her head, her voice barely above a whisper, "Please, James, don’t." As Zelda opened the wardrobe, she froze, her eyes widening in surprise and disbelief. Inside, the closet was stocked with a vast collection of delicate, skimpy, and intricate nightdresses, sheer and lacy pieces in every colour, style, and cut imaginable. The garments shimmered under the soft light, creating an effect as though she’d just walked into a high-end lingerie boutique. Luxurious, provocative, and alluring, the outfits were certainly eye-catching, but they were also very much out of character for her.

What the fuck happened to that? “B-but –!” he spluttered, “We match!” “No, you don't. You two looked like you're going to a fucking funeral with all that black like it was some inside joke and it's not even funny!” Harry complained, tossing a dark blue hoodie his way, “Wear this instead and look like Jack Frost!” He grunted, “Why do I have to look like Jack Frost?” “Well, duh!” Harry stuck his tongue out, “Because he’s hot!”

"You don't have to." "Nonsense," Cassandra said gently, carrying the bag as though it contained something precious. She walked to the large wardrobe and opened its doors. Lyra stopped breathing for a second. Rows of beautiful dresses, blouses, skirts, trousers, coats, and sweaters greeted her. Shoes occupied the lower shelves, while handbags and accessories were neatly arranged on the side. Everything looked elegant and expensive, and somehow even the soft lighting inside the wardrobe made it feel magical. A small gasp escaped Lyra's lips as she stared at everything in disbelief.

Over thirty he didn’t stand a chance. For the second time in only three months, I found myself at a high-end boutique with a smoking hot man that made all the women around me hate my guts. Hey, I could get the hang of it alright. White. Hugo wanted me to wear white. That was challenging. Harry and I went over a dozen different dresses and discarded them one by one. Until he called me from a hidden rack. “You gotta be kidding,” I said when he showed me his finding. “Humor me and try it,” he replied with a wink.

He wiped his hands on his pants, adjusted his glasses, and walked closer to her desk, looking at the floor. "Look at me, Harry," she smiled again, now more confidently, as if his nervousness was rekindling her dominant side. "You look different." She observed, realizing that he wasn't wearing one of his characteristic wool vests but just a white shirt and gray dress pants. "Is that b-bad?" He asked. When he was getting dressed, he remembered that she had told him he didn't look good in the vest, so he didn't wear one. He wanted her to find him attractive, after all! However, now he was unsure about his choice, as the vest was one of the elements that made him the shy, awkward, and nerdy guy