Sketchbook Harry Potter Novels & Stories

Milk was splattered across the granite countertop, and Cocoa Puffs were scattered on the floor like rabbit droppings. "What you drawing there, mate?" I asked, reaching for the kettle with one hand while balancing Harry on my hip with the other. Henry stopped digging and held up the paper. It featured two figures - a woman and a baby - covered in aggressive, brown scribbles. There was a distinct blue scribble on the woman's face.

Heidi had used a bright yellow crayon to draw two massive, perfectly round circles for the eyes. "He’s really, really tall," Heidi explained, pointing her small finger at the yellow circles. "And he wears a big coat with a hood, just like a wizard. He doesn't talk out loud. He talks inside my head like a whisper. And he has eyes like the moon, Mommy. They glow bright yellow even when the sun is hiding."

Meanwhile Skye being curious about what was inside the book ignored her cries of protest, placing one hand on top of her silky black hair, he used some force to push her body down to her horror. Seeing the hurt forming on her face from the corner of his eye, Skye paused as he saw how upset she was from his antics. Not that it was any different to how he treated her at times. Pursing his lips, he soon released his hold over her head and resumed looking at the sketchbook’s contents. To Skye’s surprise the page she was currently on contained a detailed drawn page of the area they were currently in. Each part of her drawing appeared realistic, almost as if the image could come alive at any momen

But the label had no name, no address, no signature, nothing. “They left a clean sheet,” He chuckled, then after a series of shredded wraps, he finally arrived at the paperworks. A simple blue file with a rough, unfinished cover, its surface has no names or titles. Flipping it over, he found a confusing array of scribbled notes which apparently read out— strange things– I guess. “What does it say? ” I got curious, unaware that I was already standing. “I wasn't expecting them to be this clever” Harry tore out a very thin slate of a transparent piece of paper, “You know what this is? ” he held it up like a loose leaf, fluttering in the air. I shook my head, that doesn't look important.

"I want to sketch you, Princess.” My eyebrows rose. "What?" "I want to draw you. Here, with this view, in that dress." He was already reaching for a leather bag I hadn't noticed before, pulling out a sketchbook and charcoal pencils. “With that sexy as fuck look on your face.”

On the fourth afternoon, with Heri tucked away in her room for her usual nap, I found myself lingering by the couch where she’d left her sketchbook. Her actual portraits were stunning. They looked like photographs in graphite form. But there was something else in these pages. Her doodles. The first few pages were harmless or seemed so. Just collages of whirls, flowers, odd shapes, and sprawling patterns that seemed to go nowhere. But as I flipped further, the lines darkened. The shapes grew more defined, purposeful. The pages took on weight. Buildings, crumbling towers, archways that reminded me of the photo Ronan had shown me. Beasts that I'd never seen before. I was no expert in the supern

I peer at it curiously. “What are you working on?” I ask. Harry smiles and holds it up for me to see. “It’s a floorplan of this place. I figure it will help with planning. I was also going to sketch up a few of the ideas we wrote down last time. Your co-owner wanted a budget summary right? So we should start a break down of what spells you want to use and how much the ingredients cost, then we can come up with a proper plan and…why are you staring at me?” "

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.

He looked and saw shapeless packages that could contain anything rather than the items contained, except for the uppermost item, and it was a book. He picked it up and opened it, to find within sketches such as a student artist would make – of flowers, buildings, landscape, animals. As the pages turned, the drawings became more skilled, and began to feature people that he knew. He smiled as he saw Sigrid, her face pulled into a scowl. The next page had him sucking in a breath. It was Gera and Thaelen, seen from a distance. Gera had his hands on Thaelen’s hips as he laughed up at him, and the expression on his face…

I walked up to her room and placed her on her bed. I removed her shoes and socks.. I wiped her makeup and tucked her in.. I want to stay behind for some more time but I have to go.. I need to end this soon.. I was about to leave when something caught my eyes.. I walked closer and picked it up.. It was a sketch book.. I didn't know that she could draw.. I opened it and at first they were some sketches of the places around the city.. Then a mysterious looking dragon with flowers.. I stared at the dragon that looked fierce and bloodthirsty.. If it was real, it would've ruled the world..