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#potterweekprompts2017, day 7: yer a wizard, harry

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Except for the first one - that I decided to post in a single canvas now -, here are some new sketches of Auror!Potter that I did - because I’m still inspired and when I’m inspired, I can’t stop. Dark and angst, just how I like him. This time, full body and sillhouettes too.

[More sketches]

Chapter one: The Boy Who Lived

‘Hagrid,’ said Dumbledore, sounding relieved. 'At last. And where did you get that motorbike?’
'Borrowed it, Professor Dumbledore, sir,’ said the giant, climbing carefully off the motorbike as he spoke. 'Young Sirius Black lent it to me. I’ve got him, sir.’
'No problems, were there?’
'No, sir - house was almost destroyed but I got him out all right before the Muggles started swarming around. He fell asleep as we was flyin’ over Bristol.’
Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall bent forward over the bundle of blankets. Inside, just visible, was a baby boy, fast asleep. Under a tuft of jet-black hair over his forehead they could see a curiously shaped cut, like a bolt of lightning.
'Is that where-?’ whispered Professor McGonagall.
'Yes,’ said Dumbledore. 'He’ll have that scar for ever.’

Chapter four: The Keeper of the Keys

‘Hagrid,’ he said quietly, 'I think you must have made a mistake. I don’t think I can be a wizard.’
To his surprise, Hagrid chuckled.
'Not a wizard, eh? Never made things happen when you was scared, or angry?’
Harry looked into the fire. Now he came to think about it … every odd thing that had ever made his aunt and uncle furious with him had happened when he, Harry, had been upset or angry … chased by Dudley’s gang, he had somehow found himself out of their reach … dreading going to school with that ridiculous haircut, he’d managed to make it grow back … and the very last time Dudley had hit him, hadn’t he got his revenge, without even realizing he was doing it? Hadn’t he set a boa constrictor on him?
Harry looked back at Hagrid, smiling, and saw that Hagrid was positively beaming at him.

‘’In Pthumerian history, it is said that this elusive blade was created in the dreams of a slumbering Great One of legend. Ripped from shadow, it was gifted to those who would share in the wisdom of the Eldritch truth. 

The wielder of this blade can channel a great power from the Abyss. Of course, to wield this power is to bind both body and soul to the will of the ancients. A true blessing in the eyes of the Pthumerians indeed.

Throughout his long life, the old King of Cainhurst was obsessed with finding the Pthumerian’s closely kept secret. ‘’

Bloodborne Concept art of a blade heavily guarded in the Ancient Chalices. In the process of creating this, I was inspired by both Azothoth and Yog-Sothoth for their elusive nature. Yog-Sothoth inspired the jeweled orbs on the sword, while Azothoth inspired the awakened state of this blade, unleashing terrible power. 

Would any hunter, or anyone, be interested in wielding a sword of great power?

Enjoy!

My submission for the Trollhunters fan art contest. 

The contest asked for artists to design a character from the world of Trollhunters with three grand prize winners being able to have said character featured in the show. 

Taking influence from the show runner, and my artistic idol, Guillermo Del Toro I wanted to design a creature that would not just fit in with the shows aesthetics, but also his design sensibilities. 

 Old and wise, the Elder Troll is not a force to be reckoned with. 

I was inspired to sketch some Auror!Potter today, so here’s the ones I started to post on new instagram of my concepts/headcanons of him :) @potterbyblvnk

I like to think Harry play with the snitch whenever he’s under pressure or just need to think.
Last three ones are Harry with a modern auror training uniform, I guess :D I couldn’t decide the hairstyle - but more I paint him, more I prefer the man bun. Yep!

(Please, do not crop | do not repost)

Chapter seventeen: The Man with Two Faces

‘How did I get the Stone out of the Mirror?’
‘Ah, now, I’m glad you asked me that. It was one of my more brilliant ideas, and between you and me, that’s saying something. You see, only one who wanted to find the Stone - find it, but not use it - would be able to get it, otherwise they’d just see themselves making gold or drinking Elixir of Life. My brain surprises even me sometimes … Now, enough questions. I suggest you make a start on these sweets. Ah! Bertie Bott’s Every-Flavour Beans! I was unfortunate enough in my youth to come across a vomit-flavoured one, and since then I’m afraid I’ve rather lost my liking for them - but I think I’ll be safe with a nice toffee, don’t you?’
He smiled and popped the golden-brown bean into his mouth. Then he choked and said, ‘Alas! Earwax!’