Harry Potter Crying Plants Novels & Stories

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.

"Disco—what?" "It's a beautiful white flowering cactus plant, but it's a rare one that can emit magic starlight!" There was excitement in her voice whenever she talked about plants. Violet hopped down from the chair. "Magic? I thought it was just a silly plant. I'm in!" "It's late now, Rose. You can see the plant tomorrow at class." "But the flowers only bloom at night, Mom," Rose begged, showing off her puppy eyes. "Please, let us go," Violet added. I had intended to read them a story from a book I'd borrowed from the library, but who knew they had other plans?

’ 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 gasped, the words tasting like ash and iron, but my body betrayed me, arching deeper into the toy as the intensity grew. "Say it properly," he insisted, stepping closer. He reached out and tapped the underside of my chin, forcing me to meet his stare. "Tell me you are my possession. Tell me you are nothing more than my slave." "I am your... your possession," I sobbed, the humiliation burning hotter than the friction between my legs. "I am your slave, Draco. Please, just… give it to me." He chuckled, a low, humorless sound that vibrated in my chest. With a flick of his thumb, he slowed the vibrator down to a agonizingly sluggish, pulsed rhythm...

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.

I positioned myself near Ken and deliberately failed a defensive spell. “Could you help me?” I asked sweetly. He adjusted my stance without meeting my eyes. “Keep your elbow higher. Your center is off.” “That’s it?” I tried to continue. Without saying anything else, he walked away. Every time I moved closer, he moved farther. Then I found Percy in the greenhouse. He was tending to glowing plants, looking really focused on them. I walked toward him. “They’re beautiful,” I said. “What are they?” “Moonvine,” he replied calmly. “They’re good for stabilizing volatile magic.”

Wasn't I pretty enough? I broke down in tears once again. It was time to take action. I heard Chris call his lady friend, Nadia and I knew just how to deal with her. What baffled me was that I was not angry at Chris. I tried so hard to be mad at him but I just couldn't. I loved Chris deeply and nothing he did could change that. In a bid to fulfill my plan, I rushed to my garden, a secret one I had in Christopher's yard. I picked a few leaves from my Purrple Sting plant, a plant known for its ability to destroy the