The Burning Pen

In An Alternate Universe Someplace
by Ruth Solomon aka Ms_Figg

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CHAPTER 35

Disclaimer: All recognizable characters belong to JKR. All situations are mine. No $$$ is being made from this fanfic.
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Chapter 35 ~ A Suitable Place

After hustling a ready-to-cuddle Severus out of her bathroom and bedroom (which took a bit of doing and a couple of threats), Hermione dressed, feeling relaxed and actually in a fairly decent mood. She was going to Knockturn Alley today to haggle with the apothecary over some rare potions ingredients she had ordered. She ought to be able to knock the price down a few galleons.

In his room, Severus also got dressed, a smile plastered to his face as he relived his first sexual shower experience over and over in his mind. His only regret was that he didn’t attempt to use any Karma Sutra positions, but hell . . . he wasn’t thinking. He was too busy doing.

The professor that is.

When they finished, she kicked him out, but it didn’t bother him. He was getting used to her ways. Just because she kicked him to the castle curb didn’t mean she didn’t enjoy their time together. The fact was the witch liked him, and that was what he wanted all along. His ability to seduce her was proof of that fact. Now he felt like a million galleons.

What was even better, he didn’t have to wait as long as he would have if she were still under the Oath. Persuasion seemed to work much better than coercion. He’d have to remember that.

He exited his bedroom just in time to see the wall slide down. Hermione had just left. He waited a few minutes, just in case she returned for some reason. When he was satisfied she was gone for good, he entered her bedroom and then the bathroom, pulling out his wand as he approached the loo. He hadn’t used it, instead pissing in a jar and scourgifying it. He didn’t want to mingle ingredients.

He flicked his wand at the loo and a small covered jar appeared, filled with Hermione’s “Golden Fluid,” commonly known as urine, or to the lowbrow . . . piss, which was the Prima Materia necessary to create a Philosopher’s Stone.

The process by which the stone is created is fairly simple but still complicated. Everything that is needed is already contained in the human body and accessible through processing the urine. There would have to be two separate processings. The process which produced the White Earth and Oil, and then the one that produced the Red Oil. Then these ingredients would be combined to create the Stone itself.

Producing the Red Earth was going to be rather nasty, since the urine had to be allowed to putrefy. That’s what the young wizard found gross. Urine in itself was a rather common potion ingredient, but it was usually fresh. Also, the urine used to produce the Red Oil could only be subjected to moonlight. Daylight or artificial light would ruin it.

Severus picked up the jar and studied its color. It was a rich yellow, most likely because it was the first piss of the day and so more concentrated. He had about the same amount of urine as he did Morning Dew. He could use this to make a preliminary test.

He reduced the jar and placed it in his pocket, then returned to his room and retrieved Flamel’s notes and the jar of dew, also reducing those and pocketing them. Then he left the dungeon area and had a quick breakfast with Ron and Harry before excusing himself and telling the pair he had brewing to do.

They were far more understanding this time.

The Gryffindor took the shifting stairwell up to the second level and began looking for a particular door. The one that led to the Room of Requirement. It had provided him a safe haven to test his brewing adaptations. He was sure it could provide him cover for creating the stone. After about an hour of searching he located the door. It opened and he stepped through. There was nothing in the room.

It was waiting.

Neville had discovered the secret to using the ROR to its fullest capabilities. One had to tell it exactly what was needed and either it would provide the scenario, or lead one to a place that would provide it. Severus wasn’t sure what would happen as he explained what he needed to the remarkable room.

”Um, I need a lab with equipment to complete a very special and secretive project. I am creating a Philosopher’s Stone, or hope to create one. I think I am going to need two areas, one that only provides moonlight to see by. It has to be powerfully hidden because I don’t want to be discovered. Can you do that?” he asked the room, feeling a bit unsettled at addressing it as if it were alive and could understand him.

Severus stood there, waiting for several minutes as the room processed his request. Suddenly there was a white flash on the far wall, then a white rectangular box appeared, transforming into a wooden door, the wood rather rough and faded. The pewter knob formed the snarling face of a demon. Severus walked up to the door and looked at the knob, not sure if he wanted to know what was behind it. But the room produced it. It wouldn’t produce anything that would harm him.

At least, that’s what he believed.

Slowly Severus placed his hand on the knob and opened the door, seeing only blackness. As he peered inside, suddenly there was a roar and the wizard was sucked inside, the door slamming shut behind him and vanishing.

Severus yelled as he was drawn through utter darkness, feeling a great, pulsing pressure on all sides of him, and then the kind of space-bending tightening that occurred during Apparition. He couldn’t breath!

Suddenly, the pressure ceased and he dropped to the ground, landing on his feet. Gasping and trying to calm his racing heart, the Gryffindor straightened and drew his wand, holding it out defensively before him as he looked at his surroundings. His mouth dropped open. It appeared he was in a cave, a cave that had once served as a laboratory. Torches burned in the wall and there were counters and equipment, covered in cobwebs and dust, though the quality of the air seemed fine. Slowly he walked over to a glass distiller, studying the dust-covered tubing. On the floor were all types of cauldrons, bowls, jars, mortars and pestles. Symbols were etched in the stone walls and there was another door.

Severus cautiously opened it, and found himself in another room. It was pitch black. Cautiously he lit his wand and saw this room was similarly filled with counters and equipment. The walls here however, were completely mirrored and there were no sconces for torches. The slight glow of his wand tip was amplified greatly. A wooden lever rested next to the door. Severus grasped it with one hand and pulled, changing its position. A terrible grating noise sounded and Severus looked up to see the stone ceiling sliding back, letting in . . . moonlight. He blinked at the opening and around the room.

It was brightly lit.

”Wow,” he breathed, then pushed the lever down and the opening noisily closed.

”What is this place?” he wondered, exiting the Moon room and walking into the other. He looked around and saw a piece of parchment on the table, covered in dust. It was yellowed and obviously very old, too old to pick up. It seemed to have been torn out of a book. He carefully used his wand to remove some of the dust and read what was written on the parchment:


December 14th, 1438

Gustav Meyrink and I have had a falling out, he wanting to add a foreign substance to the urine because it precipitates as a white salt at the bottom. But pure human aggregate is best in my opinion. He doesn’t agree and seeks to put man’s knowledge ahead of that of the universe’s endless store of understanding. I have created this place to work alone. Due to irreconcilable differences, it’s best Gustav go his way and I go mine. I know I have uncovered the secret to the Stone ~ Nicholas Flamel

Severus stared at the date of the entry. Obviously, Mr. Flamel did uncover the secret, considering it was now the twentieth century and he’d just gotten around to dying.

”The laboratory of Nicholas Flamel,” he breathed in wonder.

Then the wizard set about cleaning up and making it presentable. The ROR had certainly come through.

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After about three hours, Severus had the lab cleaned and ready for business. He took out the parchments, the morning dew and the urine, resizing them and studying Flamel’s notes. They were simple enough. He focused on the initial instructions

The Prime Materia or First Matter for the stone is a mercurial-sulfur everyone possesses in abundance, regard merely as waste - Urine.

Dilute the urine by adding twice its volume of pure distilled morning dew water. Any water will do, but pure distilled Morning Dew will help produce more oil.

Never add more fresh liquid after the first day has passed.

You must let it putrefy for 2 weeks and separate out the clear oil and white earth.

The white earth is ammonium nitrate and phosphate compounds. The urea breaks down and becomes ammonia, then bacteria converts the ammonia into nitrates.

Severus quickly set up the distillery and added the morning dew, watching it carefully as it circulated through the distiller. He would be using only a bit of Hermione’s urine and carefully measured out a third of it. When the morning dew was ready, he also measured that, adding twice as much water as there was urine. Now he had to let it putrefy for two weeks. He carefully covered it and walked over to a cabinet in the wall. It was dark and cool. He set the solution inside and closed the door, slipping the eyehook into the catch.

He sighed as he looked at the cabinet. He had to wait now to see if the urine separated into the necessary components. He was also going to need much more urine from Hermione.

Which meant he was going to have to find a way to make her pee more and in greater volume.

Gods, this was going to be dangerous.

He cleaned up his work space, then took a few turns around the lab, wondering how he was going to get back to Hogwarts. As soon as he did, a door appeared in the wall. It was the same door, with the snarling demon doorknob. Severus blinked at it. Soaring through the darkness wasn’t a very pleasant feeling, but if that were the only way he would be able to work, he’d have to handle it. Pocketing his wand securely, the Gryffindor took a deep breath and opened the door.

He was unceremoniously sucked through.

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His hair wind-swept and appearance disheveled, Severus was returned to the ROR, his heart pounding in his chest. He was going to have to get used to that mode of travel. Maybe taking a Calming draught beforehand would help.

He straightened himself out, then exited the ROR, satisfied with his work up until now. It would be a lot messier the next time, when he had to separate the ingredients. He’d need a mask and gloves to handle the rancid urine. He hoped the oil would form. According to Flamel, it didn’t always appear, in which case the process would have to be started again. Severus planned to have several jars carefully dated and putrefying. In this manner he had a better chance of success.

Flamel also wrote that he could use plain water, but morning dew would produce more oil, and the oil was important to future processing. Well, his next visit, he would work on producing the red oil. Apparently, the Red Earth was created from the morning dew itself. That was the only external ingredient.

As Severus walked back to the dungeons, he couldn’t help but think how ingenious the creation of the Stone was. No wonder not many wizards could create it. It was just . . . too simple. It seemed Gustav was of the mind that more than smelly piss was needed to make a Stone. Using urine certainly did sound like quackery. Perhaps that’s why it remained a secret, because the complicated route was the route most people took.

Severus had believed that lives had to be taken to create the Stone. He was quite relieved that wasn’t the case or he wouldn’t have dared try to recreate it. Now, if he had been a Slytherin, there might have been a few missing persons in the Wizarding World. But, he was Gryffindor through and through.

One driven by Love.

He was sure the stone would be the answer to permanently acquiring what he desired most in the world.

The snarky Potions mistress.

He returned to the dungeons and took out his Advanced Potions book, studying the next brewing. He’d have to start transcribing it too. Professor Granger would need it to present to the Headmaster.

He rose and headed for the labs. It was time to get to work.

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