THE PHILOSOPHER'S STONE REDUX:THE PHILOSOPHER'S STONE REDUX: CHAPTER 6: ENDANGEREDTHE PHILOSOPHER'S STONE REDUX: by KeatonIsBatman
Harry Potter was loving Hogwarts.
His teachers seemed to be impressed with his work- all except for one, of course. This teacher was rather intimidating at first- but a note from Sirius changed that quickly. Severus Snape was a tall, thin, pale man, always dressed in black robes that flowed behind him like smoke. His dark, dark black eyes always bored into Harry, as if looking for weakness.
However, the note from Sirius reassured Harry that Snape couldn't, nor wouldn't, do any harm to Harry. And so Harry would always return the gaze.
Another person who was giving Harry a hard time was a bout by the name of Draco Malfoy. He had been told of the Malfoys, so it was no real surprise when Malfoy began attempting bullying on him. Harry shook it off, bu Ron seemed to take it personally.
The Hermione Granger girl seemed to be a bit of... well, a know it all. Over time, however, Harry began liking her more and more. Ron took a little more tim
THE PHILOSOPHER'S STONE REDUX:THE PHILOSOPHER'S STONE REDUX: CHAPTER 5: HERMIONE GRANGERTHE PHILOSOPHER'S STONE REDUX: by KeatonIsBatman
Harry and Ron were chatting excitedly as the train sped through the country. Fred and George had snuck off, looking shifty.
Harry bought loads of his favorite sweet, chocolate frogs- as a matter of fact, the trolley witch had to summon more just so others could have it. He and Ron spent time eating them, trading cards from their packs (Ron, by far, had the most, and best collection; he had a small wooden, hinged box, one filled with everyday cards, the other filled with extremely rare cards.
After a while, the compartment door opened, and they saw a girl, around their age, with bushy hair, and rather big front teeth.
"Hello." She said, smiling. "Have you seen a toad, at all? It belongs the Neville Longbottom."
Harry and Ron both said, "No," to which she sighed, looking defeated. "May I sit down?" she asks.
"Yeah, yeah of course." Harry says, clearing a space. She sits down, and extends her hand to both of them. "I'm Hermione Gr
THE PHILOSOPHER'S STONE REDUX:THE PHILOSOPHER'S STONE REDUX: CHAPTER 4: 9 3/4THE PHILOSOPHER'S STONE REDUX: by KeatonIsBatman
As Harry walked into King's Cross, he was on overdrive. Taking in every detail. Sirius was walking behind, looking around, even occasionally greeting others.
Harry came to a stop.
"Er... Sirius.... were is Platform 9 3/4?" Asked a confused Harry.
"Oh, run into the barrier." Said Sirius casually, pointing to the pillar. Harry looked at Sirius, who merely nodded. Shaking his head, Harry ran.
He was closer to the barrier... he was going to crash....
But he didn't.
As if the barrier were nothing, he went right through it into a different station.
Harry was, needless to say, amazed. Soon, Sirius appeared smiling, with an 'I told you so..." look on his face.
"Harry! Sirius! Over here!" Came a yell. Harry turned his cart, and walked over the the Weasley clan. He was greeted by all of them.
"You know Harry..." Fred said.
"We were thinking," continued George.
"You should try one of our new experiments." Finished Fred.
Mrs Weasley shot them a glanc
THE PHILOSOPHER'S STONE REDUX:THE PHILOSOPHER'S STONE REDUX: CHAPTER 3: THE TWIN WANDSTHE PHILOSOPHER'S STONE REDUX: by KeatonIsBatman
As Harry approached the entrance, Sirius stopped, checking his watch.
"Ah, Harry, I've got to go somewhere quickly. I'll be back soon, no worries." Sirius said. Harry nodded, before opening the ancient door.
The room was piled with thin boxes of differing color and in some cases, length. There was an odd sort of feeling in the room; a sort of energy, a sort of army of whispers, just barely audible but not all there. There was a definitive energy in the room, and it was then Harry noticed it was empty.
Was he supposed to select the wand himself? Surely not.
It was then, he turned to the desk, to see a very old man standing behind it. Jumping slightly, Harry muttered out,
"Harry Potter...." Muttered the man Harry took to be Ollivander.
"I'm here to buy..."
"A wand, of course." Said Ollivander, smiling. "You know, Mr. Potter, the wand chooses the wizard. Wizards cannot choose the wand they like best; no, no, quite the opposi