The Journal of Dr. Victoria Frankenstein: 1813-1816
written by Cassandra van Helsing
A recovering of the journal of the Dr.Victoria Frankenstein before her untimely demise. A retelling of her years at Hogwarts and descent into necromancy. Please note, some pages are missing or words untranslatable due to age.
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September, 1813
Chapter 1
September 1st, 1813
I am beginning this journal of scientific and magical cooperation into the realm of new discovery. A task encouraged by my brother Henry as of recent events. Originally all experiments were being based off the works of my father Victor Frankenstein who had left a series of journals that were most informative. However, due to the delicate nature of my work my Aunt banished the journals upon her discovery. This has led to major setbacks as we left her residence and moved to a space in the countryside.
Now, with the add of Hogwarts, working to support ourselves, and continuing in the field of necromancy it has been decided that keeping detailed notes will be most helpful in compiling our research data. There is not much to say experiment wise, moving and with Henry looking for work has left us rather limited to experiment. However, I can provide a detailing of life here so there is a more stable understanding of constraints now supplied to us.
It is a small cottage, buried off in the woods. An elderly man was looking to sell so he and his daughter could move to the city. It was secluded enough, while still in walking distance of the nearest town. Plenty of wildlife as well, so looking for experimental pieces will not be a challenge. The interior is small. The kitchen and living space shoved together, and two bedrooms. Henry and I share the one. The other is being used as both the lab and the resting ground for any experiments. It is small, but the space will be well used. Henry seems uncomfortable but I do not miss the ease of home. Feeling the effort under my hands is far more rewarding.
We will be returning to hogwarts soon, and my journal mentions will be short and quip for practicing these arts within the walls is suicide. I would not have a headmaster learning of our works, lest we lose it again. I write this now as Henry moves to secure a ride to the nearest train station; school starts on the morrow. I am not looking forward to it but I am a slave to my education. If I am ever to become a doctor it will be needed.
Before I depart, a few notes on definitions and materials:
Resting ground: a place to lay bones, body, etc. for resurrection. Creates a basis and binds the creature to the space until released. Prevents unnecessary harm.
Will: It seems part of what fuels necromancy is the strength of one’s will for it to occur. The raised seem to respond to the will of the creator, and not truly have autonomy
Raisng: A creature brought to animation from the will of its creator. Different from a true resurrection.
Resurrection: Has yet to occur. The creature would display free will and be able to break the control of its creator. Such as the creature my father created.
Necrotic Magic: Seems to work differently from normal magic. Take on a mixture of black, green, and turquoise shade. Almost working like a liquid, it seems to be a manifestation of the creator’s will. More tests to be conducted.
Rot: The ability to use the necrotic magic to age the material it touches. Works better on some things over others. Limited success, but highly dangerous if not control correctly.
September 10, 1813
Finally I have achieved a space of rest to write the contents of the past days within this journal. I am within my sixth year of Hogwarts, soon to graduate and eventually work towards my doctorate. This year is full of fascinating classes, with alchemy, divination, and potions being the best. Yes, while divination does seem odd at times there is a lovely clarity to it. Also, if I fall asleep I can just say I was “gazing into the mist” and the teacher lets me be.
Alchemy has revealed many secrets too me. I have developed a theory that I will attempt over the winter break. It involves creating an extract that should stimulate the body into accepting movement again. Another that speeds regeneration. Finally, a combination of extracts that will be fed into the body intravenously to stimulate movement in the circulatory system. With this in place, it could kickstart the body into moving. Proposed recipe below (quantities unknown):
4 gallons of water as basis, boiled and then cooled
Wolfsbane
Mint
Goji
Yang-yang
This must be tested of course, but by substituting some effort from magic into science. A resurrection maybe more likely. That is all for now, will contact if developments improve.
September 2(?), 1813
(Water damage to these pages, some parts are difficult to translate)
Nothing new to report academically, but a note to effects on (? practitioners?). Henry has been acting strangely. He is more anxious, paranoid too. He keeps fearing someone will discover our secret. I have done my best to calm him, but he seems inconsolable. I worry that fumes of potions or corpses may have addled his brain. Perhaps time away will help.
Despite this (?paranoia?), Henry seems to be suffering a withdrawal of some kind. I find him often trying to just create the sparks of necrotic magic we have begun to use. He is itching for work, yet(?)
I too have felt this as well, and it hurts somedays. Part of me feels an empty, but I doubt this is from withdrawal. More so a miss of my work and the lack of a proper home. Henry works the magic more often than I. His way of being concerned, he does not want me to experiment without knowing the risks. I cannot learn if he keeps stopping me. Part of me (?), what if he is lying?
I am beginning this journal of scientific and magical cooperation into the realm of new discovery. A task encouraged by my brother Henry as of recent events. Originally all experiments were being based off the works of my father Victor Frankenstein who had left a series of journals that were most informative. However, due to the delicate nature of my work my Aunt banished the journals upon her discovery. This has led to major setbacks as we left her residence and moved to a space in the countryside.
Now, with the add of Hogwarts, working to support ourselves, and continuing in the field of necromancy it has been decided that keeping detailed notes will be most helpful in compiling our research data. There is not much to say experiment wise, moving and with Henry looking for work has left us rather limited to experiment. However, I can provide a detailing of life here so there is a more stable understanding of constraints now supplied to us.
It is a small cottage, buried off in the woods. An elderly man was looking to sell so he and his daughter could move to the city. It was secluded enough, while still in walking distance of the nearest town. Plenty of wildlife as well, so looking for experimental pieces will not be a challenge. The interior is small. The kitchen and living space shoved together, and two bedrooms. Henry and I share the one. The other is being used as both the lab and the resting ground for any experiments. It is small, but the space will be well used. Henry seems uncomfortable but I do not miss the ease of home. Feeling the effort under my hands is far more rewarding.
We will be returning to hogwarts soon, and my journal mentions will be short and quip for practicing these arts within the walls is suicide. I would not have a headmaster learning of our works, lest we lose it again. I write this now as Henry moves to secure a ride to the nearest train station; school starts on the morrow. I am not looking forward to it but I am a slave to my education. If I am ever to become a doctor it will be needed.
Before I depart, a few notes on definitions and materials:
Resting ground: a place to lay bones, body, etc. for resurrection. Creates a basis and binds the creature to the space until released. Prevents unnecessary harm.
Will: It seems part of what fuels necromancy is the strength of one’s will for it to occur. The raised seem to respond to the will of the creator, and not truly have autonomy
Raisng: A creature brought to animation from the will of its creator. Different from a true resurrection.
Resurrection: Has yet to occur. The creature would display free will and be able to break the control of its creator. Such as the creature my father created.
Necrotic Magic: Seems to work differently from normal magic. Take on a mixture of black, green, and turquoise shade. Almost working like a liquid, it seems to be a manifestation of the creator’s will. More tests to be conducted.
Rot: The ability to use the necrotic magic to age the material it touches. Works better on some things over others. Limited success, but highly dangerous if not control correctly.
September 10, 1813
Finally I have achieved a space of rest to write the contents of the past days within this journal. I am within my sixth year of Hogwarts, soon to graduate and eventually work towards my doctorate. This year is full of fascinating classes, with alchemy, divination, and potions being the best. Yes, while divination does seem odd at times there is a lovely clarity to it. Also, if I fall asleep I can just say I was “gazing into the mist” and the teacher lets me be.
Alchemy has revealed many secrets too me. I have developed a theory that I will attempt over the winter break. It involves creating an extract that should stimulate the body into accepting movement again. Another that speeds regeneration. Finally, a combination of extracts that will be fed into the body intravenously to stimulate movement in the circulatory system. With this in place, it could kickstart the body into moving. Proposed recipe below (quantities unknown):
4 gallons of water as basis, boiled and then cooled
Wolfsbane
Mint
Goji
Yang-yang
This must be tested of course, but by substituting some effort from magic into science. A resurrection maybe more likely. That is all for now, will contact if developments improve.
September 2(?), 1813
(Water damage to these pages, some parts are difficult to translate)
Nothing new to report academically, but a note to effects on (? practitioners?). Henry has been acting strangely. He is more anxious, paranoid too. He keeps fearing someone will discover our secret. I have done my best to calm him, but he seems inconsolable. I worry that fumes of potions or corpses may have addled his brain. Perhaps time away will help.
Despite this (?paranoia?), Henry seems to be suffering a withdrawal of some kind. I find him often trying to just create the sparks of necrotic magic we have begun to use. He is itching for work, yet(?)
I too have felt this as well, and it hurts somedays. Part of me feels an empty, but I doubt this is from withdrawal. More so a miss of my work and the lack of a proper home. Henry works the magic more often than I. His way of being concerned, he does not want me to experiment without knowing the risks. I cannot learn if he keeps stopping me. Part of me (?), what if he is lying?
