Disclaimer: Harry Potter and Batman are not mine and it's extremely likely they'll never be, except for Dr. Kurman.
Warning: This story will be rated M. It will contain strong language, violence, and several other things readers will might find offending.
Now with the boring stuff out of the way, lets begin.
Nerium Oleander Isley-Wayne
A.K.A Harry James Potter
Chapter 3: Planting
By RomeroGirl101
Would you like to make a Mandragora,
as powerful as the homunculus
(little man in a bottle)
so praised by Paracelsus?
Then find a root of the plant called bryony.
Take it out of the ground on a Monday
(the day of the moon),
a little time after the vernal equinox.
Cut off the ends of the root
and bury it at night
in some country churchyard
in a dead man's grave.
For thirty days
water it with cow's milk
in which three bats
have been drowned.
When the thirty-first day arrives,
take out the root
in the middle of the night
and dry
it in an oven heated
with branches of verbena;
then wrap it up in a piece of a dead man's winding-sheet
and carry it with you everywhere.
The following is taken from "Paul Christian". pp. 402–403, The History and Practice of Magic by Paul Christian, 1963. A way to make you pregnant or so said.
She slowly got out of memory lanes, wishing more for a perfect "carriers" even though she hated it.
Like if her wish was heard, a couple; a tall, handsome man with a wild, unruly mane of hair and a beautiful, petite woman with the same color hair and same vivid, jewel-like emerald green eyes, came through the door of the hospital building she was currently working at. She needed a place to experiment things at beside her beautiful, jungle/forest-like green house/home. The man had a troubled and sad expression etched on his gorgeous face and the woman seem to walked like if she was devoid of all life itself. Maybe she was by the way her green, green eyes seem to be lifeless as well, as if there was no hope at all. But Poison Ivy wouldn't have cared an ounce if she didn't notice how much they looked like Bruce and her. An idea immediately started forming in her diabolical, half-sane mind.
She immediately sent a concern look at the couple walking up to her. The man was the only one who noticed while the woman still seem to be in her depression. The man sent an appreciated looked but it wavered and fell, becoming his previous expression.
"We're here to see the Dr. Kurman," the man said with a hint of sadness.
"What's your name?" Poison Ivy asked, while pretending to look through some files but actually studying them more.
Ivy noticed that the man had the same built as Bruce and some of his facial features like his nose and eyebrow, and the woman had almost the exact shape as her but she was less filled in some place then Ivy, which she prided herself for. One of the another good thing about being poisoned was that the herbs made her look more beautiful then she was when she was younger. Another thing to add to the pro's and con's of being poisoned.
"James Harold Potter, and this is my lovely wife, Lily Potter," he addressed himself and his wife. There was a flicker of a smile from the woman named Lily, but it disappeared as quickly as it came as she withdrawn herself in her cocoon of misery.
Ironically, Ivy was actually holding a piece of paper that had all the information about them and been blankly staring at it for sometime now. How strange. She read everything on it which wasn't much.
James Harold Potter
Born: March 27,1960
Sex: Male
Height: 6'1"
Allergies: None
Son of Charlus James Potter and Dorea Cygnus Black
Resident: Godric's Hollow
Lily Potter née Evans
Born: January 30,1960
Sex: Female
Height: 5' 6"
Allergies: None
Daughter of Roosevelt Evans and Rose Evans,
Sister of Petunia Dursley née Evan
Resident: Godric's Hollow
Was what it said, or the important parts of it. She was shocked. That was all it said. It was so little. She was hoping for more like... well, not like this. She was frustrated now. All the rest of the papers were useless to her. She sighed. What can she do? Oh, well, she'll just tell Mr. Kurman his patience are here.
~Later that night in the hospital~
Everything was going as planned for Ivy, Lily, the new "carriers", was said to stay overnight in the hospital for some tests. A evil smirk/smile form on Ivy's beautiful face making her look more sinister every passing moment, in her hand was a syringe filled with the bubble-gum pink substance which glinted evilly in the overly-lit lights of the hospital halls.
She stopped, suddenly, in front of a room marked 204, and grabbed the knob and slowly turn it for dramatic effects, in that room laid a figure in a bed. The figure was in a shape of a woman, the woman was Lily Potter. Ivy's evil smile/smirk widen to an impossible feat across her face. She walked closer to where Lily laid and raised the syringe in perfect position of the small of the back and ... stabbed into it, punctuating the uterus, and injecting the pink substance into Lily.
Lily awake at that moment, screaming in both pain and fright, and turned to see the kind receptionist pull the syringe out of her. The receptionist leaned closer to her and grabbed a fistful of ruby red hair and said into her ear;
"Consider this, a gift," Lily vision started to fade in and out and then … she black out. The last thing she saw was the evil smile plastered on Ivy's face.
AN: So what do you think of the story so far. Is it any good? Please review and criticizing (not sure if I spelled that correctly) is always welcome. No flames. I'm new at writing stories. Plus I won't write till I have five review or I won't write til another month. And please forgive me for not writing for 4 months. I had a lot of test but now it's summer break and you should be excepting more now, probably every week or two