Harry Potter Crying Plants Novels & Stories

Tears cleared tracks through the smears of soot on his face. Harry cradled a human child, rocking back and forth as he wept, unashamed of the great sobs that shook through him, and seeming unaware that the wound on his wrist was still bleeding. The blood on the child’s mouth showed that Harry had been trying to heal him when he had died.

Abigail looked at her with great interest, "If I give it to you, can you make the medicine?" "Well, you can help me." Courtney finally got it. She was so excited that she hugged her best friend. The next few items were all porcelain. She was not interested, so she left early and went home to make soup. By the time the finale appeared, it was already two hours later. "Mr. Lucero, Heart Tonic Weed is here." Six fresh green plants rose from the ground of the stage. They were soaked in a special potion, and they were very delicate in themselves.

Chapter 59: The Bond’s Pull Third period: Supernatural Plants and Herbs with Professor Mira Thorne. The classroom smelled like damp earth and crushed sage—rows of potted nightshade, moonflower vines climbing the walls, bloodroot bulbs glowing faintly under UV lights. I sat between Elara and Liora in the back row, close enough that our thighs pressed together under the table. Elara’s hand rested on my knee—casual, grounding. Liora’s pinky hooked mine—quiet reassurance.

“Order them to put you down…” I tried to clear my head to make sure I wasn’t ordering my vines to move or set him free. I heard Draco speak with them, and in seconds, he was dropped to the ground. Despite the grunt that ripped past his throat when he fell, he stood up immediately and my eyes followed the movement of the crawling plants because they were moving too fast toward the bushes. My forehead creased, not understanding where they were heading but I didn’t have to wait long because they emerged back with a squirrel struggling to get free from their hold.

Their formation was ruined when they attempted to flee, but the plants swiftly caught them, and hung them upside down in the air. And when they tried to scream, the flowers entered their mouths, shutting them up all at once. The next thing we saw was blood. It was as if the plants feed through blood as well. With every drop of blood, they grew thicker, the flowers had become larger, and their scent had become more intoxicating. The witches were all bones when the plants released them before proceeding with their next targets: the men and women who were currently running outside. They caught even the witches’ new students: the future destroyers, who were all studying black magic. After they d

said Cory, trying to stay optimistic. Hayden sighed. “Yeah, I suppose I can use the fiery sword to cut through the plants. It might stop them regrowing. Has no one tried to cut them down before?” Asked Hayden. “When you spend too much time outside, the plants eventually corner you and by that time, it’s too late. Once you’re surrounded, you become the eyes of the plants,” said Umber sadly. Cory gasped. She had not suspected that. Those eyes had been human!

Anything! “I didn't think the worst; I saw it with my own fucking eyes. Do you expect me to be smiling and jumping when I'm with someone who can kill another person as if he were an animal?” She spat, looking at him in disbelief as tears streamed down her face. Alexa couldn't help it; she couldn't pretend to be okay with everything she found out today. Whether he was Morgan or Draco, she didn't want him in her life anymore.

One that seemed to be humming The Beatles, and another that had a strange, pink ooze coming from it. “Why do you have so many plants?” Nora asked. Mordred turned to look at her. “I’m a wizard. Plants help with potions. And charm bags. Surely, you know what potions are?” Nora took a deep breath. “Yes, I know what potions are. And charm bags. I just don’t know everything there is to know about magic. I’m not a witch.” “You are,” Mordred told her, a dark look on his face.

I grab a pouch from a nearby desk and place the bloodroot in the pouch along with a knife. “What in the Harry Potter... Is the ceiling moving?!” She shrieks. I chuckle, “It's depicting our galaxy as it moves in real-time.” She blinks in astonishment, then her face contorts into a mask of guilt. “What’s wrong?” I ask in concern.

My mind starts racing a mile minute. “The council probably had gardeners come out and rid the land of any flower that’s useful for a potion.” I conclude. I stand up and look around. There’re no plants of any kind and haven’t been in the miles that we’ve walked. “The second they caught wind of the Hurricane Pack breaking through the gates, they must’ve gotten rid of anything useful.” I laugh in disbelief. “Like the soul plant for quartz dust.” I say. “Hey, it’s okay. We’ve made it this far. We’ll get the dust, just not in the way we thought.” Robert says, trying to comfort me though it’s clear by his tone it’s weird for him just as it is for me.