3Harry Potter and Mr. Armstrong
Harry threw the book away from him. He was angry. He had been through a lot the last few weeks. First he thought angrily of the person who put his name in the goblet. Everyone in school hated him and thought he was a power seeking prat. If he could just have the pleasure of telling all of them what he thought of them. He hated being the boy who lived. He thought the world would go on differently without him. He thought of leaving Hogwarts. He knew he couldn't though. He was stuck here because of them all. He was angry, livid, and wishing for a chance to get away. He couldn't leave and was therefore stuck here. His rage was reaching boiling point. "IF I EVER FIND THE PERSON WHO PUT MY NAME INTO THAT GOBLET HE WILL PAY." For years, he had been the center of attention and he was sick of it. If only there was a way to get away.
Charles D. Vickers appeared in 1890's Victorian London. He was here to get a vial of Jekyll and Hyde potion. He raced up to women on the street and asked where he could find Dr. Jekyll. The woman told him. Charles raced to the house and knocked. A man in a tuxedo answered and said "yes".
"Hello, my name is Charles D. Vickers and I was wondering if Dr. Jekyll was home." Charles said frantically.
"He is home, Mr. Vickers and I will ask him if he will want to see you" Poole said
Poole went back inside the house to find Jekyll as Charles waited outside. Poole came back to lead Charles into Jekyll's house to meet him. Charles followed Poole to see Jekyll. They went to Jekyll's study and there was Dr. Jekyll. Charles was shocked to see him so weak. Poole left them to see each other.
"Ah, Charles, my friend how are you." Jekyll said weakly.
"I am doing well," Charles said "I am here about the formula."
"What do you mean" Jekyll said.
"You know damn well what I mean" Charles said angrily. "I need that formula."
"Why" Jekyll said weakly.
"Because I am a desperate man and I have people to answer to. If I don't show them my Id soon, and I need to let my Id come forth to do things I wouldn't do. I am in need of a desperate change in my personality. I let too many people walk over me. I need my Hyde to come forth and unleash destruction against those who have taken most from me.
"Follow me" Jekyll said. Charles followed Jekyll to his laboratory.
" The secret ingredient of my formula," Jekyll said. "is dead sea salt." He picked up some salt and mixed it with brandy. "Then I add a pinch of cocaine, testosterone, and most of all water. I mix it together and then this happens." The brandy turned white than yellow then finally dark purple. "Here you go". Jekyll reached out his hand to give it to Charles. Charles reached for it then saw Jekyll's eyes. They had changed color, and his hairless skin was sprouting hair. Charles backed away in fear and hatred of this creature. Hyde/Jekyll shuddered a little bit and then Jekyll returned. Jekyll gave the potion to Charles and Charles turned around to leave. Jekyll looked at Charles and gave a second thought. Did he really want another Hyde out there? Jekyll decided against it and went to his desk to retrieve something. He opened a drawer and retrieved a revolver. He raised it to Charles's back and cocked it. Charles heard the cocking and began to run. A bullet narrowly missed Charles. Charles ran as fast as he could.
"Stop thief," He heard Jekyll say behind him. Charles ran outside the door and onto the street.
Meanwhile Jekyll signaled for Poole to stop Charles. Poole chased Charles down the street with Jeckyll not far behind. Poole saw two policemen walking toward him and signaled them. He pointed at Charles and said "Thief" The policeman joined the chase. Charles ran for Hyde Park because that was where the wormhole was set to retrieve him. He had Jekyll's potion in his hand. He waited at Hyde Park for the vortex of rainbow colors to open. The wormhole opened and Charles ran into it. He saw the bit of light at the other end. The two policemen, Poole, and Jekyll stopped to marvel at this weird contraption. Jekyll saw Charles running through the wormhole and raised his revolver. The two policemen did too. They all three fired.
The first two bullets missed Charles but Jekyll's bullet caught Charles in the shoulder. He slowed in pain as he saw a forth bullet hit his wrist he ran as fast as he could go when his shot hand released something. Charles looked in horror as Jekyll potion fell through the wormholes texture into space-time. No telling where it might go to. Charles cut his loss and ran to the other end. He broke free as the wormhole closed. He collapsed in pain on his floor and yelled for his servants to come to him. They found him covered in blood from a wound to the shoulder and to his wrist. His butler asked him what happened to the formula and Charles answered. "Right now it might be in another universe, another time another place. Or it might be destroyed but whatever." Charles sighed in pain as his butler put medicine on his wounds. "But I will say this; if it did wind up somewhere else may God help the person who uses it." And Charles lost consciousness.
Chapter 2
Harry Potter woke with a start when he heard a thump. He looked around the dormitory to see all the other boys asleep. He looked over at the bed across from him. That was Ron's bed that had deserted him just because he was jealous of Harry's fame and popularity. Harry didn't want any fame or popularity. He could do without it all. He got up and looked around the room. He didn't see anything so he went downstairs to the common room for a little relaxation from his temper. He walked down to the common room and fell into one of the armchairs by the fireplace. The fire was gone by now. Harry sat looking at the fireplace when he noticed something in the corner of the fire place. He bent forward and picked it up. It was a vial full of purple liquid. He turned it over in his hands and the liquid sloshed about in the vial. He looked at the vial and wondered if the school and everybody would take back what they put him through if they found him dead in an armchair. He looked at the potion in the vial and wondered if it had the power to kill. He looked at the liquid and unscrewed the lid. He smelled the purple liquid. It smelled like a sweet concoction. He smelled it again and was taken with it. He looked at the purple liquid and took a risk.
He drank it. It tasted sweet in his mouth and then he swallowed it. When it reached his stomach he was conversed with pain. He felt his face contort and he was shaking uncontrollably. Unbearable pain befell him as he shook and foamed at the mouth. He couldn't believe he had been so stupid. Harry retched and contorted as he shook on ad on. Then during his ordeal he felt a part of himself breakaway into another part of himself. The pain subsided and he reached up and looked around. He hadn't been able to make a sound while he was in pain which was why nobody was around now. He walked to the nearest bathroom and looked in the mirror. He was amazed by what he saw. His scar had completely disappeared. He was 6 feet tall now. No longer was he skinny and scrawny. Now he was big and brawny. He knew then that he was no longer Harry Potter. He would have to fashion a new name for himself. He was now Mr. Armstrong. He opened the portrait of the fat lady and started walking out. He walked through the corridors toward the front door. He was almost to the front door when he ran into Filch the caretaker. "Student, out of bed, student out of bed."
"Do I look like a student to you" Armstrong said. He was amazed at the deepness and Americanization of his voice. During the transformation he had lost his English accent.
"Sorry sir, you looked familiar" Filch said shying away from Armstrong out of dear. "What's your name, sir" Filch asked.
"Harold James Armstrong" Harold said. "Is this the way to Hogsmead" Harold asked Filch
"Why yes sir it is." Filch said. Harold left Filch without another word. He went to the front doors and opened them and walked on into the night. He felt exceptionally giddy. He laughed for the first time in his life. He walked toward Hogsmead.