*Discontinued* No Longer

Athena's Timepiece

Harry Potter**

He was in the part of his trunk that had been converted into a state of the art potion's lab. It was spacious and he seemed to have every ingredient under the sun in bulk, he even had the Sorceror's Stone.

It was growing ever easier for him to craft potions, and he'd just recently surpassed NEWT level potions and begun working on Mastery level. So far he'd brewed veritaserum, Felix Felicis, Skele-Grow, Blood Replenisher, Ercan, Draught of Happiness, Leon's Gift and quite a few others.

There was one he'd been dying to brew, the male pregnancy potion, but he wasn't sure he'd have anyone willing to test it for him. It did sound like something made up, too good to be true, but Harry knew that there would be a market if it proved to be efficacious. The instructions were by far the most complex he'd ever laid eyes on, but a feeling in his gut told him he could do it.

Just maybe. . . Not tonight. No-wait- yes. Yes. He damn well would do it tonight. Straightening his spine, Harry got out the ingredients he'd need. Then laid out all of his supplies, as well as the book containing the recipe.

Into a pure titanium and silver cauldron, he poured sea water from an ever-fresh container in, setting the cauldron half a foot over the flames that magic had burning at a consistent temperature and height. The clear water came to a boil, and Harry dropped the Sorcerer's Stone in with no fanfare before covering it with a lid.

With a little help of magical aging, he proceeded to make the mixture mature exactly one hour before removing the cauldron from the heat and pouring the transparent gold liquid into a rectangular copper dish. A blast of magic made the liquid turn opaque, and Harry felt himself relaxing as the brewing had begun well.

The steps progressed one after another, simmering, stirring, winding, coaxing, boiling, cutting, dusting, coating, drizzling, combining, chilling, crushing, dissolving, peeling, thickening, pureeing, softening, shredding, dicing, freezing, mincing, and so on and so forth.  

Sweat had gathered on his brow, and he continued the arduous work of brewing, combining ingredient after ingredient in complicated orders and maturing the contents to the precise amount of time specified.

It took seven hours, even using magic to null the requirement of wait times. When at last it was completed, the potion was an inviting pale blue with streaks of gold running throughout it. There was an entire vat of it, and Harry was careful to divide it into thirty-two even servings in never-break bottles. It was about four AM now, and Harry knew there was something else he ought to do.

He definitely had to see Tom, and so with ease, he exited his trunk  and stepped through the portal in his room to Nighthowlers and Orchids.

Era Damon White**

Era brushed his clothes off, pitch black robes of molded leather that clung to every line and curve of his body. He hadn't chosen this outfit, it just appeared on him when he made the shift from Harry to Era, but he liked it enough to continue wearing it.

Slinking unnoticed through the crowds of his club, which had grown ever more popular since opening, he made his way to his personal suite. Just outside the door, he tapped his heel to the ground in a pattern that would sound random to any ear's but Bliss's, who had been tasked with watching Tom because his active power was to become completely invisible.

When he appeared, slithering through a vent, Era picked him up, wrapped him around his neck, and walked out of hearing distance of Tom.

~Bliss, how've things with Tom been going?~

~I can't really say. He spends most of his time reading and sleeping, and seems very depressed. You should've come sooner,~ Bliss reprimanded.

~I know~ Era sighed, ~But I just don't have enough time. I need a way to be in five places at once my life is so busy, but the only way that would be possible would be by getting a time-turner, and those are kept under a very close eye by the Ministry. More specifically, the Unspeakables.~