For Harry's part, he just stood alone in the corner, silently watching his father. Thats all he could do. Desparately wanting his attention. He wanted to scream. At least to shiver. He could still feel that infernal spider rooting around in his nose! His stupid smile never changing. Never flinching.
It has stopped moving finally, though of course Harry knew it was still up there. But it wohld at least leave him in peace by remaining still. Now his mind was focused only what he was forced to watch.
He saw his father come back down into the basement. Saw hin make up a batch of something. Saw him drink it. And saw him shrinking. He watched it all. Had to. No choice.
He saw his father shrinking. And shrinking. And shrinking. Until his pants fell down, and his shirt hung off of him. He watched him fling the shirt and the pants away. He was....a kid!? His father just turned himself into a kid!
He watched him get dressed in a new pair of clothes.
"Wait a minute! Those are MY clothes!" But his protest remained locked forever between his ears and behind a deceptively mirthful smile.
His....uh...."father?" Finally stood up, fully dressed. He started approaching Harry. And he got closer, his face came into focus. And it was familiar. All too familiar!
"That's....that's....ME!" Harry thought with alarm. "He stole my body, then stole my clothes!"
Except, the person approaching looked a bit younger than Harry. He was a bit snaller. A bit shorter. But it was defintely him!
As Scott approached, he began to realize that the boy in the corner was larger than him! But that's impossible! The inanimation machine can't add more mass. It can only take away mass! If anything, the statue should be a bit smaller than him. But it wasn't! It was clearly taller. Larger.
Scott walked right up to it. Came face-to-face. Or rather, eyeball-to nose. He had to tilt his head upward to look directly at the all-too-real eyes. The impossibly young and cute eyes and the face that now belongs to him, except his is in tbe flesh. The face that's now his is carved in lifeless cold hard stone.
"I can't believe you turned yourself into a statue." he told it. It was the first time Scott had seemingly addressed Harry as a fellow living being and not as an object.
"There's no way to ever turn you back now."
But Harry's unflinching smile belied his rising panic.
Scott sighed. "Talking to a stupid old statue. As if it'll talk back. I gotta figure out why I turned out snaller than the boy."
He turned and walked away, leaving Harry trying to scream and yell. To just MOVE! Just one tiny bit! He was stuck like this all day, and was getting tired of it! But it was entirely futile. He was just and old statue motionlessly collecting dust. He watched his father walk away wearing his clothes that were, for some reason, too large.