An Experimental Situation – A Harry Potter Fanfic
A/N: Written at the start of the prologue. Know that I have only watched the movies and that was a long time ago. All information I have for writing this story is from the site harrypotter dot fandom, and some things I remember from other fanfictions of Harry Potter. Note that I am not a professional writer. This is only for checking if writing books is something I would like to do.
For those that wonder, I use Word for writing and grammar/spelling corrections, with a side of Google translate and search. I also use Grammarly add-on to Word to find and fix some weird sentences. Although, it might miss some.
English is not my first language, but I would like to think I am quite good at it – not great, but good enough. Let us see, shall we?
Disclaimer: Harry Potter is owned by J.K. Rowling and Warner Bros. Entertainment; this is just a piece of fictional work made in an author's carefully created world. This is a fanfiction of said work. No money is gained from this fanfiction of said work.
Prologue
The silence was unbearable, one could drop a needle and it would be heard clearly in the quiet room, echoing from ceiling to floor and wall to wall. A room that one, if one would be allowed to enter, be quite peculiar. From wall to ceiling, the colours are a shade of grey, shining dark green in certain recesses, and a wooden floor with rough marks of a time of prolonged use. But the thing that drew attention would be the lonely black oak table in the centre, fastened to the floor with sturdy-looking angle brackets made of black metal.
A rusty old chair is placed directly in front of the table, where a lone figure sat, working with a weird little device. That, for some unknown reason, looked a lot like an old pocket watch, with small inscriptions in silver lining the circumference of it. Shining with a sharp contrast to the extremely, utterly slowly, ticking brass hands of the watch.
The figure is sitting before the table, clad in black cloths of unknown material, working with the odd pocket watch, carefully tweaking the watch's second hand. Wholly focused on their work, they did not even hear the quiet abruptly end. When the entrance door to the room, directly behind the working chair, opened and let in an oddly young man dressed in a black robe, like those wizards you see in fairy tales.
With short brown straight hair and angular face, the young man elatedly walked toward the sitting figure. He seems to know the person sitting before the table. Still, wholly focused on their work, he walked briskly toward the black-clad one, holding a vial with an eerie green, and sometimes black, liquid.
Almost euphoric in nature, the young man gleefully placed the vial with the green liquid on the table beside the working figure. The person – still utterly focused on the task at hand – erratically jumped backwards, and in the process, horridly bending the second hand of the watch, unnoticeably, with their own working hand in the heat of the moment. While their other hand fitfully tried to steady themself in the chair.
"Professor Croaker, I have done it!" The young man said excitedly.
The figure, a middle-aged man, now known as Croaker, wearing a similar robe as the young man, glared at the younger man who interrupted his work.
"Do you not know that this is a time-sensitive place?" Croaker almost shouted at the younger man. "Only authorized wizards and witches are allowed in here, Ganon!"
The young man seemed to finally take stock of the situation he is in and hastily tried to explain himself. "Professor, I finally have it stable," – he points his shaky finger at the tiny vial on the table – "The solution with the Basilisk blood!"
Croaker looked at the young man a little softer but still said with a harassing voice. "Ganon, I know that you have worked long on that concoction, but you well know that you are not allowed in here when the door is closed."
Ganon looked a little sheepishly at the professor. At the same time, Croaker took hold of the glass vial on the table, still not noticing the damage to the pocket watch.
"I know that, sir. I just – you know … thought you might find it exciting." The young potion-brewer answered, still a little giddy for what he has accomplished.
The older man sighed and looked closely at the concoction in his hand. "Have you done the standard safety tests?" He asked the interrupter of his work.
Once again, the young man looked a little ashamed while he scratched the back of his head with his hand and answered. "No, sir. I forgot … eh, however, do you wanna know how I was able to make it stable?"
"Hmm," Croaker absentmindedly muttered while inspecting the little vial in his hand.
The professor continued to study the liquid inside the vial. At the same time, the young man eagerly explained the intricate details from the start of the brewing process. Unbeknownst to them both, the forgotten, damaged pocket watch silently began to vibrate in place.
Slowly the watch glitched where it sat on the table, one time there and the next instant gone, then back again. A weird powder started leaking from the connection between the watch and its second hand under this process.
"Have you fused the Basilisk blood with another serpent?" Croaker asked while still studying the potion.
Ganon, still high from the excitement, answered. "Yes! I was unexpectedly able to use the Standard Ingredients pulverized with a mixture of Ashwinder blood and the root of the Aconite. It was a really weird combination, I admit, but I –"
*Whaam*
*Whoosh*
Just as the young potioneerer was about to continue, the pocket watch exploded with light, and a wave of an almost physical force pushed the two men away from where it sat on the table. The strong force of the push made Croaker accidentally throw the vial of potion up above the table. At the same time, he and Ganon were sent almost flying away by the invisible force. That unexpectedly did not interact with the vial or any other physical object in the room except the two men.
…
Ganon, who was the farthest from the centre of the explosion, was the first to come to his senses.
"Augh, what happened?" He roughly said, trying to make sense of what had happened at that moment in time.
The professor was also now waking up from the sudden strong force. "Ahh! No, no, no!" He shouted as soon as he got up to his feet.
The powerful light has now dampened, and directly on the table – but somehow under the damaged pocket watch – lies a middle adolescent, almost late adolescent from the look of things, man. The young man has dark brown hair in a short blowout style with tapered sides, grey eyes, and black rectangular framed glasses.
While the two men – a somewhat questionable professor and a potion-brewer – looked shocked at the male on the table. The vial of Basilisk blood fell from the ceiling – directly on top of the unconscious man.
Almost immediately, like a spell had been broken, the two men hastily backed away to try to prevent being in the proximity of another accident. While the young adult on the table jerked and spasmed when the mixture of serpent blood and potion ingredients splashed from the then broken vial onto him.
While the young adult trashed and groggily tried to scream for help, the two men looked at each other and then simultaneously at the young adult on the table.
After a second or two, the professor finally reacted.
"Call St Mungo's and request for a healer!" Croaker yelled to the younger man beside him.
Ganon was fast to react, whirled around, and ran out of the door to which he came. Without even making a sound of protest on the way.
Croaker looked uneasily at the almost adult male on the table. That have by now been covered in the green-black liquid of the vial together with the broken pocket watch – the watch, which seemed to be in an almost, always state of disappearance.
"Quite an interesting experiment," The professor said slowly amid the silent screaming and trashing from the young adult. While he himself stared intensively at the broken pocket watch on the agonizing man's chest. "Even though it is an unplanned one."
End of prologue.
