Suddenly Everyone's an Alchemist
Albus looked up in awe at the room he had just stumbled upon, twisting, broiling, bubbling, potions of every color and type were dancing before him in glassware of the like he had never seen before. There were fat-bottomed flasks with strange curvy loops, thin tubes filled with sparking golden flames. There was a cauldron bubbling black with what he was pretty sure was a variation on a Class C Banned Substance. In a corner he could see a red potion pouring itself into green glass bottles. Papers littered the floor, covered with strange designs and ancient runes
He heard a noise behind him and turned abruptly.
An old warlock was looking at him in alarm, "Perenelle! There's something in my study!"
"I—" Albus started, trying to explain.
The old man continued, looking down at him over fogged up spectacles, "It appears to be some sort of…child." He had golden brown eyes and a perennially quizzical expression.
Albus felt a little ire at this, "I'm not a child, I'm thirteen." He stared his sharp blue eyes at the older man.
The warlock harrumphed, and snorted, "Ah yes positively ancient, what are you doing here?" he called out again over his shoulder, "Perenelle what's he doing here?"
"Nicholas if you can't be bothered to lock your laboratory children are bound to wander in from time to time," a voice floated back calmly from a side room.
"I know who you are," Albus said quickly, "You're Nicholas Flamel, you created the Philosopher's stone."
Flamel looked alarmed again and flustered, "You're not supposed to know that, how's a bit of a boy supposed to know something like that?"
"I read Transfiguration Today," Albus told him smugly.
"Ah you must be one of those Ravenpaws Dippet was telling me about hmmm," the warlock muttered, "Well keep it to yourself or I'll have to Obliviate you." The threat was halfhearted at best, he wasn't even sure where his latest wand had gotten to.
"It's Ravenclaw," Albus corrected, "and I'm a Gryffindor actually. Is that a Chameleo Potion?" he asked pointing to the bubbling cauldron, "it's overheating."
"Suddenly everyone's an alchemist," Nicholas whined but he went to check on the potion all the same. He busied himself with the cauldron adding lacewings and reducing the heat so it simmered rather than bubbled.
He turned around to find the tiny wizard still standing in his laboratory, "Look kiddo, come back when you've got some hair on your chin and we can talk alright?"
"Deal," Albus said quickly, he knew exactly which Aging Potion he could use. He backed out of the laboratory slowly, memorizing every last detail.
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AN: all alchemy lovers please check out "The Trouble With Alchemy" ;)