Someone Special (Minecraft Hostile mobs x reader)

Chapter 2

It had been a while since you had last gone out on an exploration with Harry. Because of their work (the witches owned this interesting 'we sell potions' business in which they traded off potions for other necessities, like food, clothing, or sometimes just other nice things,) they'd been much busier than usual.

Recently, Eilliam has been restocking the potions more frequently and was taking a lot of time locked in his workroom. As well, he had sent you and Harry off to collect several ingredients earlier, all of which had to be found inside caves.

It was a scary experience at first, but you managed it. Now you were wondering why Eilliam was working so hard - was there a special occasion or a special customer he was getting prepared for?

"Dad," you called out. Eilliam looked up at you, his jaw hanging open slightly, and emotions - happiness and pride showing through his eyes. This was big for him and you, since you normally called him either 'sir' or 'Eilliam.' You felt closer to him than you ever had before, and you could tell that he felt the same way.

"Yes, daughter? Do you require anything? Some assistance with anything?"

"No, I'm alright. I just wanted to make sure that you were okay. You've been down here for a long time. I'm... worried about you." You blushed out of embarrassment slightly and looked away. Eilliam chuckled and raised his hand, gently stroking your soft hair, before placing it back by his side and looking towards his potion book.

"I'm just fine, darling. A little tired from being down here all day, but just fine. Enough about me, have you finished training? I set up a magic puppet for you to attack. I hope you've been working on your aim. We'd like to make sure that if you ever get into a fight or go out hunting, that you're able to hit your opponent and not yourself," he smirked a little at the pout on your face and went back to stirring something in his cauldron.

Now curious again, you leaned over the cauldron to examine the liquid inside. It was an odd color, a sort of light pink with hints of red. "What's that?"

Eilliam spluttered, looking concerned and turning around, just noticing how close you were to the cauldron. "Don't touch it!"

"I'm not, I'm not," you backed away quickly, your hands in the air and an ever so prevalent smirk on your face. "So, dad, what are you making?"

"That's absolutely none of your busin—"

Suddenly, a loud yell came from outside. Your eyes widened a fraction, that was Harry! Noting the same, Eilliam rushed after you as the two of you dashed towards the exit of the house, near where you heard his yell. Once you saw him, you nearly cried.

Eilliam reacted first. He threw himself at his son and wrapped his arms around him, cradling him gently and carrying him into the house. Harry was clutching onto his dad, his face contorted in pain. He had a large gash running across his stomach area, he had scratches all over his cheeks and forehead, his left foot was bent at an angle, and there were arrows (you could only see 6, but there might've been more, you were in too much of a panic to tell) sticking out of his back.

"I need the healing potion from my laboratory! Joy, please! I need it now!"

Rushing, you propelled yourself into the laboratory and grabbed the potions.

You found everything except for what you were searching for - the healing potion. "Where is it, where is it, where is it, come on, please come out, please come out," your voice came out shaky and you wiped your tears away with your sleeves.

Nothing. It wasn't there - where was it? Did Eilliam forget to make more - no, he couldn't have. The healing potion is something that Eilliam always has an excess of since someone in the family manages to get hurt daily (mostly you and Harry.)

You went through your brain to try to remember the recipe - 'was it pig ear? No, wrong potion. Was this the one that needed the apple? I have no clue at this point - stop! Snap out of it,' you scolded yourself, forcing your brain to calm down.

Then you saw the potion book - picking it up, you flipped through the pages until you found the healing potion. You'd learned this potion, you could make it! Grabbing all the necessary ingredients, you put them in and stirred. And stirred and stirred.

Then Eilliam yelled, "Joy, we're losing him! Please hurry!" Hurriedly pouring it into a bottle, you brought the bottle over to Eilliam and Harry. Eilliam had already taken out the arrows and was busily wrapping up Harry's wounds with a protective cream and long cloth. Handing him the potion, Eilliam took a sniff, nodded in approval, and poured it into Harry's mouth.

You held your breath, praying that you hadn't messed up on anything in the potion. 'Did I put in enough flaxseed? Oh, Notch, I forgot the tears, didn't I?'

After several exhausting seconds, Harry's breathing calmed down and he stopped squirming in pain. He was fast asleep.

"Now we wait."