Why Did Dumbledore Have To Drink The Potion Novels & Stories

His tone was firm, as if he was encouraging himself. I was about to say something when sudden pain exploded in my mind. My vision went black and my body fell straight backward. Damon caught me immediately, asking urgently. "What's wrong?" "I confirmed the memory potion wouldn't have side effects! Let me take you to the pack healer right now." He moved to carry me, but I pressed against him and stumbled to my feet. My mind went blank for a moment. Instinctively, I asked. "What are you doing? Why are you here? Why are you holding me?"

"That crazy wolf Dylan actually made you drink some unknown potion!" A healer and the leader of the warrior patrol had both come. They told me that Dylan hadn't damaged the alarm in my house and had entered using the spare key that he had left there previously. They had tested the potion, and it did not contain any poison. It was actually a Memory Awakening Potion, which could only be found in the areas ruled over personally by the central Alpha King. This potion had already been approved through clinical trials. It would not be easy to make a complaint against Dylan regarding the incident.

For eight years, I and my two kid sisters together with my mother suffered hell, my mother had been compelled to look for a cleaning job in a Backery here in Scotswood, Newcastle shortly after my dad passed away, we also moved to a small apartment which my mom could afford the rent. We had been compelled to go into the new apartment one year after the demise of my dad, we were forcefully move out of our apartment. Feeding became a challenge, all my father's investment were claimed by a strange woman who had proven to be the next of kin to my father, she claimed all his investments and properties. My mom told us how that the lady by the name kate was to get married to my dad, but that she was

I smiled and waved my hand. “Don't worry, it will take more than just this to make me drunk,” I said, but I realized I was feeling fuzzy and warm inside and had a feeling of weakness in my limbs. Morgan's head was dividing into several pieces. I realized belatedly that since I had taken the wine on an empty stomach, the effects were three times stronger and faster. ~~~ Morgan's POV

Damien walked around us circling us and then stood in front of me. "I told you, I would win, again we are here, and don't even think about coming out the circle, its a potion to bind your powers, half of it is in your body already", "Right like I will, willing drink a potion", "Ohhh you haven't figured it out yet, I had help, someone who wanted you out of there hair", "That's a bit of an endless list, care to shorten it or just tell me", "Better yet I can show you",

He also did other things I wasn't aware of because he always roamed about on his own and Leader Atrix found out about it, it seems. I sat cross legged, inhaled and exhaled trying to calm my anger. “Mummy please, forgive me..” ”I didn't mean to..” I was fumming. “Shut it,” i opened my eyes and stretched my hand towards Draco. A small bottle appeared and Draco took it from my hand hesitatedly. I always brewed my own wine, with a lot of daisy roots for Draco to drink. It wasn't that good but at least, it was effective enough to keep Draco powers in check for a few hours.

Did she really think that he wouldn’t hurt her just because she was the only one who can treat Lily? Levy looked at him as if he was speaking Spanish. “ This potion is of course for Lily,” she said as she raised her hand, murmured “ Confundo” and then turned to look at him again as soon as the greenish, frothing potion turned purple. “ And I am making it with your permission of course, didn’t you say that you wanted me to set Lily right as soon as I could? So, I am following your order nothing else.”

Maria hastened the process for us and had the potion ready by the early morning of the third day. She packed the bottle and handed it to me. Unable to contain my curiosity, I took it out for a closer look. It was a bottle of deep blue liquid, exuding an aura of formidable power even to the naked eye. I took a sniff and immediately regretted it; the stench was unbearable, far worse than the smell of decay. A potion like this, I thought, might just be lethal if consumed.

It wasn't out of fear, but gratitude. Alexa glanced at me with hatred in her eyes. "Even your tears can't save you now. Why hasn't he come to find you yet? He has left you already." She laughed. I wished Aiden heard everything that she said. The queen mother was already preparing her potions, murmuring incantations under her breath. She fetched some of it into a calabash and handed it to me. "Drink!" She commanded. She had mixed my blood in it. The liquid looked disgusting, and had a putrid smell.

"You really don't have a death wish, do you? Do you realize that you might not walk out of this room alive? You’ve seen things that don't belong to the eyes of a guest." My pulse was racing, wild and reckless. I realized then that fear was a useless currency with Draco. He fed on it. If I wanted to survive, I had to change the terrain of the game. I had to make him lose his focus. I looked at his lips... the same lips that had dictated terms of my imprisonment, and saw the hunger beneath the rage. He didn’t want to kill me... he wanted to dominate me. And that was the crack in his armor. I didn't answer him. Instead, I closed my eyes, took a breath that tasted of his expensive cologne and th