Jurassic Park/Harry Potter fic WIP (Name pending)

[Italics]= Lines directly from JP

[text]*= Authors note

“Grandpa!” His siblings yell as they run up and hug their grandfather while Harry follows behind at a more sedate pace. He was surprised he was even able to join his siblings at the park, as the Hogwarts school year wasn’t supposed to end for another week or so, but he was given special leave as he’d already finished his exams. Although he does remember his grandfather saying that he would send Headmaster Dumbledore a ‘very convincing letter’, whatever that means. All he knows is that the headmaster considered the trip a family matter and Professor Macgonagal signed off on it. He is sure that the man was made aware of his parents divorce.

“Hello Mister Hammond.” He says as the man pulls him into a soft hug.

“Oh Harry, how many times do I have to tell you, call me grandpa. You’ve been in the family for how many years now?” 

“Sorry, sir, force of habit I guess.” The man simply chuckles and moves to introduce them to the expert consultants he invited to endorse the park. Dr.’s Grant, Sattler, and Malcolm. A paleontologist, a paleobotanist, and a mathematician specializing in Chaos Theory. Oh, and the lawyer guy, Mr. Donald Gennero.

Once introductions are made they are informed that they’re going on a tour of the park. He watches Tim harass Dr. Grant with his various dinosaur questions and comments, not letting the poor guy get a word in edgewise. As much as Harry loves his siblings, he knows Tim can be a lot sometimes. Even he needs a break from his brother's ramblings, which is why he joins Dr.’s Sattler and Malcolm in their car only to have to scooch over when Dr. Grant joins them as well.

“Sorry about my brother, I know he can be a bit enthusiastic.” Harry says as the man hesitantly sits down. Dr. Sattler looks at him with a smile.

“That’s one word for it.” Grant grumbles.

“Yeah, that’s why I joined you guys. I already spent a helicopter ride with him.”

Sattler laughs a bit.

“Well, if it gets too cramped back there let me know, I’m happy to switch seats.” She offers.

“Thank you ma’am, but I’m alright.”

“Yeah, the kid hardly takes up any space.” Dr. Malcolm chimes in, making Harry blush a bit. He’s always been a bit small for his age. He hopes he’ll have a growth spurt over the summer before he has to go back to Hogwarts.

The cars lurch forward as they begin to move along the track and the occupants start to chat a bit as Harry listens quietly. They approach a large gate with wood doors, torches line the two(2) stone supports of the arch, the words Jurassic Park on the sign above.

“Welcome to Jurassic Park.” The automated voice says through the speakers.

“What have they got in there, King Kong?” Malcolm comments, resting his arm along the backseat behind Harry’s head and Grant's back. Harry chuckles a bit at the mans sarcasm with pink tinged cheeks*. 

“The voice you're now hearing is Richard Kiley. We spared no expense.” He hears his grandpa’s voice through the radio. Kiley’s voice then plays telling them about the Dilophosaurus' they should be seeing outside. Grant and Sattler peer through the windows with excitement. They remind Harry of the kids in Diagon Alley looking at the latest broom in the quidditch display window. He notices Malcolm leaning over to look as well, although not with the same enthusiasm as the others.

Harry is excited as well of course. These are dinosaurs after all! But after learning magic and killing a basilisk it’s hard to be surprised by much.

Unfortunately, the dilophosaurus’ are a let down as none show up. They end up just staring at the dense forest. Harry isn’t too surprised though. You can’t just expect an animal to show up for no reason. Grant hits the door of the car with a curse as the car continues along the track.

They approach the next stop, the tyrannosaurus rex. Grant stands up the best he can.

“Me and the kid don’t mind moving over if you want to see, Dr. Grant. Right kid?” Malcolm offers, glancing at Harry.

“Of course! This has to be pretty exciting for you.” He says. Grant looks at them both before nodding. Harry and Malcolm then start to scooch across the back seat as Grant climbs over to where the former had been sitting. Harry sees Sattler leaning over the middle console in the front to get a better look as well while Malcolm looks over Grant's shoulder. Harry has to stand up to see over the two(2) men, trying to lean forward without falling on either of them.

“God creates dinosaurs. God destroys dinosaurs. God creates man. Man destroys God. Man creates dinosaurs.” Malcolm says as they wait to catch a glimpse of the king of carnivores.

“Dinosaurs eat man. Woman inherits the earth.” Sattler continues, causing the two(2) men to slowly turn their heads. She has a smirk on her face as she keeps her eyes on the foliage in front of them and Dr. Grant smiles. Harry let out a small giggle. The paleobotanist climbs farther across the car, pretty much in the driver's seat at this point.

“We’ll try to tempt the Rex out now. Keep watching the fence.” A voice chimes through the radio. Harry frowns a bit.

A small cage with a bleating goat rises from the ground, the bars retracting once the goat is in position. Harry grimaces.

“Lex isn’t gonna like this.” He thinks out loud.

“Oh, and why would that be?” Grant asks.

“Yeah, why wouldn’t a little kid wanna watch a cute little goat get eaten by a dinosaur? Everyone knows that kids love that sort of thing.” Malcolm says with more sarcasm. Harry stifles a laugh as the chaotiction smiles at him.

“Well, uh, Lex is a vegetarian. She’s a huge animal lover and stuff.” He answers Dr. Grant.

“Well, I doubt she’ll have to see it. T-rex doesn’t want to be fed, he wants to hunt. Ya can’t suppress sixty-five(65) million years of gut instinct.” The man replies, ignoring the smirk Malcolm sends his way. 

Just like the dilophosaurus’, T-rex is a no show. The goat lays down perfectly fine. The passengers of the tour cars follow suit, although Malcolm sits up to address the dash cam.

“Now eventually you do plan to have, uh uh, dinosaurs on your, uh, dinosaur tour right?* Hello?” He taps the camera and even makes a show of breathing on it and cleaning the lens, making Harry laugh a bit at the man's antics. Harry knows his grandpa is probably not as amused back in the control room. Grant lets out a frustrated groan at the missing animal.

“The tyrannosaurus doesn’t obey any patterns or park schedules, the essence of chaos.” Malcolm says. Sattler turns around in her seat to face them.

“I’m still not clear on chaos.” She says and Malcolm leans forward to speak with her.

“Oh, it simply deals with unpredictability in complex systems.” He says as Sattler nods, although clearly not fully understanding. “The shorthand is the butterfly effect. A butterfly can flap its wings in Peking and in Central Park you get rain instead of sunshine.” 

Sattler just does a woosh motion, saying she completely missed that. Malcolm leans closer, brushing her hair behind her ear as he gears up to explain a bit better. 

“Here, give me that glass of water, we’re gonna conduct an experiment.” He takes the water from Sattler, saying that they should be completely still but it’ll be fine. Harry leans in as well to watch the chaotician explain further. The man positions her hand to lie flat. “So if I drop some water on your hand, what way is it gonna fall? Go on, take a guess.”

“Thumb, I’d say.” He nods and drops some water on her hand, watching it roll down the back.

“Ok, now keep your hand still, I’m gonna do it again starting in the same place.” He wipes the water away. “What way is it gonna roll now?”

“I’ll say the same way.” He does it again and the droplet rolls down differently. Malcolm gasps in mock surprise, smiling a bit.

“See, it changed. Why?” Harry looks at the man for the explanation. “Because tiny variations, the orientation of hairs on your hand,” He starts as he caresses the back of Sattler’s hand, who calls Grant over to watch despite his interest being elsewhere, “the amount of blood distending your vessels, imperfections in the skin,” Harry almost feels like he’s intruding, watching Malcolm pet Sattler’s hand like this. He feels something heavy in his chest.*

“Imperfections in the skin?” Sattler comments in mock offense.

“Microscopic, microscopic,” Malcolm assures, “never repeated yet vastly affecting the outcome. That’s what-”

“Unpredictability.” Sattler interjects.

“The predictability that things are unpredictable.” Harry chimes in. Both adults turn to look at him, seemingly reminded of his presence, making his cheeks go a bit pink.

“Precisely. That is Chaos Theory.” Malcolm says with a smirk, letting go of Sattler’s hand to lean back against the car seat. Harry puffs up his chest at the praise, the weight that had been there previously dissipating almost immediately.

Then Dr. Grant jumps out of the car.

“There. Look at this. See, see? I’m right again. No one could predict that Dr. Grant would suddenly jump out of a moving vehicle!” Malcolm comments as Sattler jumps out to go after Grant. “There’s another example.”

They sit in the car for a minute when Harry speaks up.

“Maybe we should go after them?” He suggests.

“Yeah, yeah. You’re, uh, probably right. No one could predict us following those two(2). Now that’s Chaos Theory.” The man replies as he jumps out of the car, Harry following behind. Harry sees his siblings climb out of their car to follow Grant and Sattler. He runs to catch up with the rest of the group, seeing Tim harassing Grant again.

“Lex! What’s going on?” He asks his older sister.

“I don’t know, but everyone started getting out of the cars and I didn’t wanna be left alone with the lawyer dude.” She replies. Harry is about to make a joke about peer pressure when he trips on a rock. Luckily Grant catches his arm before he can hit the ground.*

“You ok?” He asks, and Harry nods in reply as Tim tries to get the man's attention again. Still holding his hand, with Lex coming to hold the other, they make their way to a large field. The group pauses as they hear an animal bellowing. Grant lets go of his hand as he tells everyone to stay put and walks towards the sound. Of course, Tim follows which makes everyone follow along as well.

Notes:

pink tinged cheeks*- Gonna make this crystal clear. This is not a ship! Harry just has an innocent little crush on Ian because I’m projecting (I love Ian Malcolm so much). It’s not gonna go anywhere though and it’s nothing more than “This guy is really pretty with a nice voice” lol. Probably gonna make it a joke when Harry is a bit older, with Ron teasing him about it.

right*- Writing Ian’s uh’s for comedic effect. Yes, very funny. Writing them anywhere else. No, it’s annoying and I hate it. Love him so much, but I’m already making myself write Hagrid’s accent in Divinity of Machinery (Y’all should go read it, it’s my baby) and I cannot make myself do it again. It also annoys me when I read it in fics lol

chest.*- Poor thing is jealous. Me too Harry, me too…

ground*- I honestly love Alan too. I don’t know if I’m gonna go this direction in this fic yet, but I LOVE poly Ian/Alan/Ellie. Regardless, parental dinot3 for the win!

I'll let y'all know when I upload the full version to ao3. Just letting y'all know though, only registered users will be able to read it. After the site got scraped by an AI trainer I am not playing around. Wanna read it, make an account!