Greenhouses Harry Potter Novels & Stories

“The next thing we have to discuss is where have we got the Fear Mongers cornered? I know we have some in the attic and basement of the main house and in the crypt there’s a room we’ve locked them in. Hugo, did you and Angelica find any?” “No, the buildings were far too small or made with too many windows. It took forever to place all the sigils for the greenhouse. Also, we should take an inventory of what still grows in it, and get it repaired and running again to grow the herbs and plants Evan and Gemma will need for their rituals.”

Once breakfast was over, Sabrina changed into a floral print short sun dress paired with white summer heels but since the wind was chilly, she wore a fur neck and shoulder coat to warm herself up. The path to the green house was decorated with plenty of flowers, it was located a bit far away from the main building of the manor and the path initially looked like a normal path to the forest, no wonder she had never suspected there was a greenhouse in the area. She thought since the greenhouse was managed by the magician, the place would be gloomy and sacred looking, yet it was actually quite bright. Rays of sunlight entering the area made everything much brighter, not to mention there were ple

It feels so homey inside, so welcoming and inviting as I take a few more steps into the room, noticing the small dining table under a large bay window I never noticed that looks into a greenhouse. “Your father had the wolves build me a greenhouse when the snow started falling to help maintain my herbs.” Moira explains, chuckling, playfully bumping her shoulder into mine. Feeling guilty, I look away from the greenhouse view to find a pair of stairs that lead up the tower, wondering just what the other three floors are used for, but I know better than to pry into an Ancient Witch’s business.

The uncertainty gnawed at me, and worse, it felt deliberate, as if someone knew exactly how to wedge themselves under my skin. By the time Herbology and Potion Craft rolled around, I was determined to drown myself in schoolwork to keep my head from spinning. The greenhouse was warm and fragrant, the glass panels dripping with condensation that caught the sunlight. Shelves overflowed with potted plants, some glowing faintly, others twitching when you brushed too close. Professor Sara Zimmer greeted the class with her usual calm smile, her hair tied back in a loose braid, the sleeves of her green coat rolled up to her elbows.

Glass stained red and hues of green staring back at Clay in the form of a delicate rose. "Oh just head on in, I'll be back in a minute with the gift for your father." Clay opened his mouth to question the man, but as he turned, James was already gone. Empty air grasping at where the chairman's presence was just welcomed. The door pulled open with a startlingly loud creak, and Clay's body grew stiff in the doorway. With fingers still pressed firmly around the handle, the brunette cast his gaze over the room filled to the brim with flourishing green leaves and sparks of color. Everywhere he looked- even in the dark shadows of the area-life brimmed in the tall fortress of plants held alive with

Something about this land remembers me… or maybe remembers my grandmother and just assumes I will do. I turn slowly, taking it all in. The greenhouse, still being reinforced with panes of magic-treated glass, has started to gather life. Tiny pots of rosemary, marigold, mugwort. Some of the herbs I dreamt about are already here, as if they had waited for me to remember them. I kneel by a tray of feverfew, fingers brushing its leaves, and smile.

Jax pov The air inside the Harrington greenhouse was thick enough to taste, a humid cocktail of damp earth, blooming orchids, and the rhythmic drumming of a sudden spring downpour against the glass panes overhead. It felt like a world apart, a green sanctuary where the polished, jagged edges of the academy couldn't reach us.

A 'holy shit' rolled off my tongue subconsciously as I stepped in beside him, jaw dropping. I identified the rows of forehead-height glass containers inside the cavernous room as small greenhouses. Inside the greenhouses were an astounding array of poppies, 10 times their regular size! My mind whirred with questions...and answers. "West, w-what exactly did you mean when you said that you're not from a normal family?" I stuttered, waves of dread seeping into my chest as if they were beings thrashing around in quicksand. Just as he opened his mouth, a frightening moan sounded from deeper down the hall, making me yelp and seize his arm again.

Lilian's face twisted in that moment, and she hissed to herself, "Since I can't have him, don't think you can get away with your hands clean!" She touched the forbidden bottle in her pocket that she had bought at a high price on the black market, madness and determination in her eyes. Soon, the joint conference had reached its climax. The waiters carried exquisite crystal pitchers and poured the guests Blessed Water that symbolized the Moon Goddess's blessing. I was standing in a corner holding a glass of juice when the tip of my nose suddenly twitched. Something was wrong. Mixed into the clean scent of the spring water in the air was a corroding sweetness that tasted like rotten sweet almon