Harry Potter Crying Plants Novels & Stories

It soon morphed into realization. "The Potter boy?" "Ay. One of the items, the one wheezing colored smoke, had the color of the smoke change while Lord Ravenclaw was removing the… 'thing' from the lad's head. It went back to its normal color after he applied the phoenix's tear." Auror Moody said. His magic eye had caught the change of color in the smoke that the silver knick-knack was producing. He didn't say anything at the time to not alert the not involved people. Director Bones nodded at her Auror, and barked an order.

Agatha answered as Alice and Adira took a few steps back to let her do her thing. They watched as Agatha casted her spell and Alice soon start feeling unusually uncomfortable, she looked at Agatha and it was as though something bad was about to happen to her. Valerie coughed as she flickered her eyes open but closed it back almost immediately as she fell into a deep sleep. “What was that?” Alice asked as she walked closer to Agatha. “It’s a rare powerful chrysanthemums, it can take down anything as it’s very poisonous and it’s supposed to be extinct.” She explained but that was not what Alice meant.

Some from the north and, some from the west all beautiful but interesting greenery. Breathtaking from the smell of the vanilla and tea rose picking up the watering pot on the little cart next to the humorous goblins. Oh, I wouldn’t ask what is a humorous goblin is, let’s just say they are not the nicest plant walking past I started watering the Dropling Aqui’s, making sure each one gets a good amount of water and love. I smiled as I said “I love you aqui” to each one.

The only difference is that this one’s magical. “Quick! Give Luna the container,” James ordered, a hint of urgency in his voice. However, at that moment, while I was occupied admiring the glowing plant, a puppet suddenly leapt out from the hidden bushes. Its movements were swift and fierce, accompanied by a suffocating stench. "Watch out!" Nyx warned loudly, but it was too late. The puppet, like a black lightning bolt, pounced on my unprepared self. I only had time to gasp before being pinned down by its heavy body, nearly losing the herb from my grasp.

She was crying and mad with desperation to try any and everything from the greenhouse to use to unlock the passage that Elijah himself had once shown her and had recently ordered Mage Master to upgrade the lock, so only a certain spell could unlock it and nothing else. "Lily flower." Elijah made his presence known softly, but it still jerked her as her eyes went round and wide at the sight of one person she could never bring herself to look in the eye. In her nervousness of having been found, she dropped the latest pot of magical herbs. She was about to throw at her exit to blast it open. Thankfully, the herbs were not explosive.

’ She only shook her head but said nothing, seemingly again fallen into worry—no, it was more like deep thought. ‘Good!’ Muttering, I stepped into the beautiful garden. I passed rows of carefully arranged medicinal plants. Belladonna beside night-blooming violets, wolfsbane kept carefully under wards. I knelt to brush my fingers over a cluster of silverbloom petals, rare and potent in cleansing wounds. For a moment, my heart swelled with quiet triumph. Yet, my peace didn’t last long, when a shattered, gagging noise cut through the silence. And then—a child’s strangled gasp.

It shimmered in the moonlight, a celestial blend of silver and blue, like crushed stars. "What is that?" "Ground wolf bone. Moonflower petals. And a drop of my own blood." He extended his hand towards me. "Breathe it in. But be cautious. The vision it imparts will reveal your true self. And truth is not always easily perceived." Hesitantly, I leaned forward and inhaled. The world dissolved into a kaleidoscope of color.

I swallowed frantically, choking slightly on the sheer volume of his seed, but forcing it down my throat just as he demanded, tasting every single drop of his power over me. More of it spilled over my lips, leaking out the corners of my mouth and tracking down my chin, painting me in his mark just like he promised. Draco stood completely still for a long, agonizing moment, his chest heaving, his fingers slowly loosening their death grip on my hair. He let out a long, shuddering breath, looking down at me as I knelt there on the hard floor, breathless, tear-streaked, and thoroughly ruined.

It didn’t end because we wanted it to. It ended because Professor Zimmer came into the greenhouse with a load of potion herbs, and nearly dropped them all when she saw our shadows plastered together against the glass. Ronan and I flung apart like we’d been snapped by competing magnets, sending a tray of moonvine clippings crashing to the floor. She raised a brow, huffed something about idiot wolves thinking her lab was a mating den, and told both of us to fuck off before she cursed us to a lifetime of erectile dysfunction.

“It is made with Bitter Thousand-Leaf. It is an extremely rare plant and typically is not used because, well, it has been known to completely destroy the nonhuman side of a being.” Conan roared forward, my ears ringing with anger. “Why the hell would they do that? What the fuck are they thinking?” My wolf was present as the words left my mouth. Harley gasped, “But, what? Why?” I could see the tears prick the corners of her eyes. Anders wrapped his arm around Harley, pulling her close.