Harry Potter Gillyweed Novels & Stories

Bradford cast back. “Well he has the elements understood. Let’s try some potions.” The elder spoke some quiet spells and from center of the floor a table with ingredients rose. Bradford stepped back and looked at what was there. He found fig, mandrake, hyssop, honey, vanderweed, thatch weed, Sage, dried dandelions, rose hips, wolfsbane and more. “Now we require a potion for healing burns.” Bradford looked up asked for an aloe plant. “One can be granted.” An aloe plant appeared. Bradford shifted and looked at the Elder. “Is there an issue?”

Willa's POV I decided to stock on the material of my potions. Granny made me potions for two whole weeks and we were short of the materials. Cattail seeds, barley, and lemon leaves, all common stuff. I was turning on my last corner when I saw from the corner of my eye that a dark shadow flickered through the small woods on my left. Leave it be. I needed to steer clear of trouble as much as I could! I took a deep breath, trying to resist the urge to go and check, and it was that deep breath that got me in trouble--

They met Arden in the throne room, and he was looking like he would rather not see anyone at this hour, but when he saw it was Serena, he decided to give them his attention. "Arden, I know it's late but I need you to know something important." I said. He looked at me curiously. "What is it?" He asked. I know what he is probably thinking. Gilly must have done something that proved she was on the witches side, and she should be punished. That's what anyone would think, but this time, he is in for the shock of his life. "Gilly can create potions and essence to make werewolf abilities much stronger." I said.

I replied. "Come on, let's hear it" said Finral, one of my mates. He was Chinese and very tall. Most of the other guys grumbled in agreement as well. "First of all, I would like to apologise for failing you guys at the... realm. I don't know what happened" I started. "George the second. His sword contains a numbing gel. The moment he cuts you with it. It will slowly make you loose all cognitive function. I knew you were done for the moment he cut you" said Matilda, she was a cute girl with glasses.

For good measure, Willow unleashed her power in full measure, growing poisonous vines from the ground in every direction except at the pole. "Someone is here. Shoot at them!! Where the hell is my guards!" The mage's shout is loud and clear, closer than Willow expected. Sensing her direction, Willow made a vine grow. This kind of vine can be found only in faeland. It renders a person unconscious for a few hours no matter how powerful he is. She let the vine do her job, cutting the shouts of the mage mid-sentence. She then stepped foot beside the vampire, carefully removing the chains with the runes Brenda gave.

Her newly awakened Moon Sense flared to life at once. On the surface, the potion exuded a faint, sweet fragrance, with no trace of anything amiss. But beneath the gaze of her moonlight power, Eira saw it clear as day: settled at the very bottom of the pale blue liquid was a single, nearly undetectable thread of dark red sediment. The sap of the Witherblood Grass.

I asked. " It's a scenting grass, used for camouflaging. As you can see the murderer had used it to cover up the original scent of the poison. Check this out. " He gave me the mixtures to smell. " Gross, what a smell. " I covered my nose. " And check this. " He gave me the pokeweed, I smelled it and honestly, I loved the scent. " Smells nice. That means, they had used it to deceive Sir Gof, no wonder why he couldn't stop drinking the wine. "

“No more open fires and oversized cauldrons. Now it’s non-stick cookware over gas flames.” His grin was bright. “Convenient.” She began to add the spell ingredients. “Burdock root and milk thistle, dandelion for purging, cypress and wormwood for binding, vervain, basil, lavender, mugwort to consecrate.” She added a sprinkle of powdered mer scale. “Mer for the tide. Fairy dust for air. Hair of dryad for earth. And strands of a phoenix feather for fire,” she added at barely a murmur, distracted by the feeling of power building in the potion.

she assured me. “Well, you don’t have to go that far,” I said as I nervously remembered my aunt Lily’s warnings about such sayings. “Okay, then, I promise,” she said with a knowing smile. I closed my eyes and drank down the potion. It tasted sweet with a hint of mint and dandelion in it. An odd combination for sure. As the liquid slid down my esophagus, I could literally feel the energy in my body shift. It wasn’t a subtle shift. It was more like a very noticeable zing that rushed through me to the point that I visibly shuddered.

I need a little help here. The map glows for a moment, points toward the bed, and then goes blank again. I walk over to the bed. I pull back the covers and look under the pillows, but nothing. I go to my knees and look under the bed. Beneath the bed, I see a dark brown and black amulet shining at me, waiting for me to take it home. There is also a set of eyeballs looking at me.