Chapter 1: The Human Mind
The place was...something. Yeah, that seemed like a good word for this situation. The place, Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes, was truly something. The place was colorful and full of life.
Since he walked in, he could feel the excitement and hear the bad intentions of the customers. A place where children and disguised villains walked through looking for “weapons” for some well intended fun (eh, sometimes). He kept walking through the place.
He distinctly heard 3 brothers fighting over prices-oh wait, those were the owners of the place. He looked at the 3 brothers still bickering to one another till his eyes moved to the brunette near the youngest of the brothers.
He automatically recognized the boy. Harry Potter, a boy (or man, it really depends on timelines) so important to wizard history. So naturally the face stuck to his memory.
He turned away from the group and continued his walk wondering if he and his brother were ever like the 3 here. Maybe
He stopped in front of the “Love Potion” section. He’d always wanted to try one. He never experienced such a thing as a human so he always wondered if it had a taste. Was it sweet? like the color. Or was it bitter? like the selfishness reason it was created for.
He picked up a bottle to the far right. Yellow eyes looking at the pink liquid. It was almost mist-like. “You using it for the Missus?” he heard the man near him say. One tooth was missing from a rogue spell it seemed.
“No it’s for myself” he told the man still looking at the bottle in his hand. The man looked at him confused then shrugged, “if that’s what you’re into then I won’t judge.”
He didn’t give the man a second thought. If he was in the correct universe, then that man will be thrown in jail in a couple of months.
He took one last glance at the potion then turned to walk to the cashier. Light green zooms and yellow bubbles could be seen everywhere by no one but him. He still walked. Walked past the wizards and past his fellow spirits.
Once at the checkout station, he put his hand in his pocket and created some Galleons out of thin air.
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It was always loud in Diagon Alley.
The voices of many people telling their stories at pubs, excited or bored for the new school year, happy for the moment with loved ones, sobs over failures or deaths.
He walked through the multitude and grabbed the potion from the bag he had in left arm.
The potion was still very pink with white foam at the top. When he opened it the white foam started moving up, like smoke.
Disgust coursed through his veins. Shame and Pride followed it. The feelings of the people around him.
He could feel the people moving faster when he took a sip. A sweet flavor hit his mouth. A sweet rose flavor but for some reason it felt like it tasted too sweet. “Artificial” he said to himself.
Artificial. Just like the love it creates.