Harry Potter Greenhouses Novels & Stories

It was a rare find in the unforgiving arena of the Hunger Games. "Let's prepare for the worst," As we approached, the greenhouse became more distinct, its glass walls reflecting the sunlight and creating an oasis of green amidst the dry, barren landscape. The sight of lush vegetation within was a stark contrast to the arid surroundings. We cautiously pushed open the door, and a rush of cool air greeted us, along with the fragrant scent of growing plants. The interior was a paradise of sorts, with rows of carefully tended crops stretching out before us. "This is incredible," I whispered, awe-struck by the thriving greenery. "We've hit the jackpot."

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.

Some said the Soviet doctors had turned it into a laboratory for their medicines and other experiments. Without losing any more time, they crept through the flower bushes, making sure to steer clear from the rose garden in the dark, or they would come out in shreds. They then headed towards the greenhouse. From a distance, it looked like a skeleton of a house. There wasn't any light inside, so Cassandra knew that the place was unguarded like the rest of the park. Perhaps, everyone was busy drinking the night away at the Ice Festival. The moment they entered the place, they felt like they had entered a tropical jungle. The walls and ceiling were made of glass, of course. There was a great var

But I definitely did not eye-rape him. "I am so sorry." I mumbled. Is the universe against me or something? "I wasn't looking and-" Okay, maybe I did a little bit of eye-raping. I mean, who could blame me? He's gorgeous. He has sandy blonde hair with some brown highlights. His face is just... pure perfection. Then I realised something that made me frown. Something that made memories of him come back. His eyes were a shade of forest green. Forest freaking green. Ashton. Oh god. I'm not even kidding, I am going to cry.

I drag myself lazily out of the tiny bed we both share and head to the bathroom to clean up my face. It has been months since we graduated and getting up early is always my nightmare. After about twenty minutes of Elsa pushing me around, we head to work. The foragers' meeting hall which is what we decided to call the training Grounds is located in the farm reserve area of the compound, since we work closely together. On our way we pass the farmers trying to save the little crops we have left on the other side of the cattle gates. The situation is really getting bad, the crops do not look healthy due to lack of water and faint sun, all due to the effects of the bombs that fell years ago.

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.

Besides, where the fuck would I go? When the door opens and the sunlight slams into me, I blink hard, squinting. “What the hell…” The backyard isn’t a backyard. It’s a kingdom. A sprawling nursery stretches out like it’s been there forever—rows upon rows of greenery, flowers lifting their faces to the sky, delicate vines curling up poles, pots lined neatly waiting for inspection. At the center, a glass greenhouse gleams, sun bouncing off its ribs. I walk forward without thinking, the grass damp beneath my feet. My throat closes, and for once, I can’t even swear. “These are—” I start, reaching out to touch a pot of basil. “These are mine?”

“It says here we’re going to the greenhouse. Is it the Vault you and Doctor Prime had mentioned or it’s some place elsewhere?” “It’s somewhere else. The Vault is what we call a… Bank of sorts. And it’s in the center of the kingdom, near the Grand Square. But the Greenhouse is next to the castle, in the northwest district,” Darrion said. “Isn’t your house in the northwest district?” Jai asked. Darrion nodded. “Yeah. But it’s in the northern area of the northwest district. The castle isn’t exactly small inside the walls, you know? It’s the castle after all.”

The trail from the mansion and down the woods leads to the small greenhouse I'd set up when I'd first moved here, tucked deep into the woods behind branches and bushes was the tiny glass house I'd conjured up. I walk right through the wall feeling the tingle of magic as I enter. I look around with a smile at the pots full of plants, I imagine if I were a wolf from the poison fang pack I'd be cringing back at the smell, after all these weren't regular flowers, these were Nightshades.

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.