The Aestheticism Potion
It had been a week since Harry and Severus Snape had been to Notre Dame to get Vincent Crabbe to help them to cure the epidemic that was fast sweeping the wizarding world. Crabbe had left Christophe, a burly Frenchman in charge of his bistro in Paris, he had left his niece in charge of his fruit and vegetable stall and he took a few weeks off his post of Potions Master at Beauxbatons Academy.
Crabbe had been given a whole range of ingredients to use and although he was utterly excited at being able to use such exotic constituents, he was also very grave about the concoction of the Aestheticism Potion.
"So what is the Aestheticism Potion," Snape asked quizzically, in his years of potion making he had never heard of it.
"Well," Crabbe said chopping up ingredients and checking the cauldron for holes, "it's an invention of mine, hypothetical of course but then again if Sir Alexander Fleming weren't to ask 'what is this mould' we wouldn't have penicillin today!"
And so he was left alone to concoct the complex potion.
Days and weeks went by and after what seemed to be Crabbe's 98th attempt at making the potion, he came out screaming "EUREKA!" waving his arms about frantically with a vial containing a luminous blue substance in it.
Snape looked at the liquid in the vial and asked with wide eyes, "Is that it, boy? The cure to the Sickness?"
"Well I tested it out on the rats with the Sickness and the 'eye' scabbed up and the sore cleared up a week after."
At that moment, the Minister of Magic walked in.
"What's all the noise? The Daily Prophet's called this epidemic 'Satan's Eye' because that's what St Mungo's have labelled it now due to the 'eye' on the chest of the sufferer."
He then saw Crabbe, the vial and then looked at Snape.
"Is that what I think it is?" his face went from puzzled to ecstatic, "MY DEAR BOY! YOU'VE DONE IT!"
He ran towards Crabbe and embraced him, almost knocking the vial out of his hand.
"Do calm yourself, Longbottom," Snape said harshly, "You were always a bumbling idiot at school, try and change in your adult years, lad."
Neville looked at Professor Snape with contempt, his spirits were much stronger since he became Minister and not even Snape could dampen them.
"That was uncalled for, Professor and anyway I'm sure you'll agree that the patients will be happy, now we can finally clear the wards."
"Well, Minister it's not really like that," Crabbe said, "the potion works a week after being given it and then the patient gets influenza for a few days."
"Ah, very well then," Neville said, "Well we shall have to ask you to send the recipe to the drug companies who'll pay you for it, and we will pay you 6000 Galleons as well, Mr Crabbe."
And so the Aestheticism Potion came into being, and as fast as penicillin had spread, so had this. Vincent Crabbe was made famous and was given a Nobel Award for Medicine.
Soon every newspaper and TV Show wanted Vincent Crabbe to interview in his courageous battle against the Satan's Eyelid epidemic, he became a national hero and his Parisian bistro became famous.
"So Mr Crabbe, how does this Aestheticism Potion work?" a journalist for the Daily Prophet, Rita Skeeter asked.
"Well Rita, it's to do with the mind really," Crabbe replied, "it's a simple Montadeau potion which is used for bruises and hare lips with a splash of Pumpkin rind and the final ingredient which requires the potion maker's thoughts."
"Yes.?," Rita urged him on, "go on."
"Well what happens is that the potion maker has to think of something cultural and pensive, really concentrate on that thought and then the potion goes from a dull khaki to a luminous blue."
Similar interviews came up and Crabbe was paid generously, in fact the Daily Prophet did seven different stories on him, front cover stories twice.
But amongst all the celebrating, another more deadly fiend was rising from the dirt and a very old and jealous friend of Dr Vincent Crabbe was devising a plan to destroy all innocent people that stood in his path.
It had been a week since Harry and Severus Snape had been to Notre Dame to get Vincent Crabbe to help them to cure the epidemic that was fast sweeping the wizarding world. Crabbe had left Christophe, a burly Frenchman in charge of his bistro in Paris, he had left his niece in charge of his fruit and vegetable stall and he took a few weeks off his post of Potions Master at Beauxbatons Academy.
Crabbe had been given a whole range of ingredients to use and although he was utterly excited at being able to use such exotic constituents, he was also very grave about the concoction of the Aestheticism Potion.
"So what is the Aestheticism Potion," Snape asked quizzically, in his years of potion making he had never heard of it.
"Well," Crabbe said chopping up ingredients and checking the cauldron for holes, "it's an invention of mine, hypothetical of course but then again if Sir Alexander Fleming weren't to ask 'what is this mould' we wouldn't have penicillin today!"
And so he was left alone to concoct the complex potion.
Days and weeks went by and after what seemed to be Crabbe's 98th attempt at making the potion, he came out screaming "EUREKA!" waving his arms about frantically with a vial containing a luminous blue substance in it.
Snape looked at the liquid in the vial and asked with wide eyes, "Is that it, boy? The cure to the Sickness?"
"Well I tested it out on the rats with the Sickness and the 'eye' scabbed up and the sore cleared up a week after."
At that moment, the Minister of Magic walked in.
"What's all the noise? The Daily Prophet's called this epidemic 'Satan's Eye' because that's what St Mungo's have labelled it now due to the 'eye' on the chest of the sufferer."
He then saw Crabbe, the vial and then looked at Snape.
"Is that what I think it is?" his face went from puzzled to ecstatic, "MY DEAR BOY! YOU'VE DONE IT!"
He ran towards Crabbe and embraced him, almost knocking the vial out of his hand.
"Do calm yourself, Longbottom," Snape said harshly, "You were always a bumbling idiot at school, try and change in your adult years, lad."
Neville looked at Professor Snape with contempt, his spirits were much stronger since he became Minister and not even Snape could dampen them.
"That was uncalled for, Professor and anyway I'm sure you'll agree that the patients will be happy, now we can finally clear the wards."
"Well, Minister it's not really like that," Crabbe said, "the potion works a week after being given it and then the patient gets influenza for a few days."
"Ah, very well then," Neville said, "Well we shall have to ask you to send the recipe to the drug companies who'll pay you for it, and we will pay you 6000 Galleons as well, Mr Crabbe."
And so the Aestheticism Potion came into being, and as fast as penicillin had spread, so had this. Vincent Crabbe was made famous and was given a Nobel Award for Medicine.
Soon every newspaper and TV Show wanted Vincent Crabbe to interview in his courageous battle against the Satan's Eyelid epidemic, he became a national hero and his Parisian bistro became famous.
"So Mr Crabbe, how does this Aestheticism Potion work?" a journalist for the Daily Prophet, Rita Skeeter asked.
"Well Rita, it's to do with the mind really," Crabbe replied, "it's a simple Montadeau potion which is used for bruises and hare lips with a splash of Pumpkin rind and the final ingredient which requires the potion maker's thoughts."
"Yes.?," Rita urged him on, "go on."
"Well what happens is that the potion maker has to think of something cultural and pensive, really concentrate on that thought and then the potion goes from a dull khaki to a luminous blue."
Similar interviews came up and Crabbe was paid generously, in fact the Daily Prophet did seven different stories on him, front cover stories twice.
But amongst all the celebrating, another more deadly fiend was rising from the dirt and a very old and jealous friend of Dr Vincent Crabbe was devising a plan to destroy all innocent people that stood in his path.