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THE PHILOSOPHER'S STONE REDUX:THE PHILOSOPHER'S STONE REDUX: CHAPTER 6: ENDANGERED
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 GRANGER
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 3: THE TWIN WANDS
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
THE PHILOSOPHER'S STONE REDUX:THE PHILOSOPHER'S STONE REDUX: CHAPTER 2: Diagon Alley
Harry was shaken awake by Ron.
"Harry! Harry! Get up! It's Diagon Alley! We're going!" Yelled Ron excitedly. Harry sat up, shaking his head to try and clear the blurriness. He picked up his glasses to find Sirius standing in the doorway, an empty trunk standing near Harry's bed.
"Good morning, Harry. Or should I say afternoon?" Said Harry's godfather, smirking.
Harry stopped for a second. He realized something. He and Ron had stayed up late, excitedly muttering and eating several bags of sweets... and they were littered over the floor.
"Harry, I'm very disappointed." Sirius said, approaching his godson. Harry put his head down, but was surprised when Sirius spoke with quite alot of humor in his voice. "You should have shared the Bertie Bott's." Sirius said, picking up the small box on the table next to Harry and taking a bite. "Now get up, we've got shopping to do!"
Once Harry had dressed properly, he took a piece of toast fro
HARRY POTTER REDUX: THE PHILOSHARRY POTTER REDUX: THE PHILOSOPHER'S STONE: CHAPTER 1
This will be the first of eight stories redoing the story of Harry Potter, and the first in Saga 1: The Philosophers Stone saga. I will change alot, but also keep a few things I thought were excellently done and unmatched in the original stories. Enjoy reading!
DISCLAIMER: Harry Potter and all characters within were created by JK Rowling, as is the wonderful world Harry has taken residence in.
CHAPTER 1: Harry Potter, The Boy Who Lived.
Harry Potter was an average kid.
At least, in terms of his world.
When it came to non-wizards, he was anything but normal.
Harry Potter was a wizard, and was raised by wizards- but not his own mother and father.
When Harry was only an infant, a dark, evil wizard named Lord Voldemort had forced his way into the Potter home, and mercilessly slaughtered Harry's mother and father. Then he turned his wand on Harry, but something happened that night. Something that Harry still thinks about frequent
A New PoltergeistGeorge Weasley walked through the empty halls, lit only by the candles in the walls. It had been 11 years since the Battle of Hogwarts, and he and the others had come to gather together and remember and mourn. When he had arrived, his first year son ran to him excitedly.
"Daddy! Daddy! You won't believe what I saw! It was-" He suddenly stopped talking, smirking to his dad. Confused, George turned around to ProfessorMcGonagoll, who was smiling at George as if she was hiding something.
As of now, everyone had went to bed, but George found sleep was beyond him. He could never sleep on this night. He never has.
George whipped around, and realized someone had dropped a water balloon on the ground, soaking the legs of his pajamas.
"Peeves….." He muttered venomously.
"Wrong poltergeist…" came a painfully familiar voice in a playful tone.
George whipped around, and the brightest smile reached his face.
Observers- BBC Sherlock x Reader Chpt. 67Faint violin music resounded from the closed door to your room when John returned the next morning and he cocked his head to the side in thought before swinging it open. The room was covered in a plethora of paper animals, a good number of them cranes, and a symphony John recognized filled the air. You were sitting cross-legged in the middle of the hospital bed, your fingers busy folding yet another animal, and Sherlock was in the chair next to you with his feet kicked up on your bed and his eyes closed, violin and bow in hand.
You finished what you were working on, which turned out to be a paper balloon, filled it with air, and then threw it in Sherlock’s direction, hitting him square in the face. He stopped playing and you giggled triumphantly, “Direct hit?”
“You got lucky,” he said pursing his lips and you pouted, “Even if I did- It still hit you. Now pick a new spot… further away this time.”
Sherlock’s eyes flickered open as a
Observers- BBC Sherlock x Reader Chpt. 65Sherlock fell quiet once you were asleep, just looking over you for a moment before reaching to erase the tear tracks from your cheeks with the pad of his thumb. He should have insisted that you stay, it wouldn’t have been the first time he threw a fit to get what he wanted, or at least made you take John with you. At this moment, if he had it to do all over again, he even would have abandoned the case and gone with you himself if it saved you from this. He considered that for a moment- nothing had ever taken precedent over his cases before. It felt odd yet at the same time kind of right. Taking note of this new development, he carefully removed your fingers from his sleeve so he could get up and look around.
When his eyes fell on the little mountain of cards on your beside table, he cocked an eyebrow- he would never understand people’s need to give scraps of papers with cheesy sentiments printed on them when people were ill or injured. It certainly didn’t help with t
Observers- BBC Sherlock x Reader Chpt. 69John refused to leave you alone for very long, not wanting you to wake up someplace unfamiliar alone, and ended up sorting through emails on his laptop in his room while you slept. He looked up when you groaned and your hand came up to rub at your forehead as you grumbled, “Merde… What-Where am I?”
“You’re in my bed,” John offered and you sighed, sitting up, “I’m sorry, Johnny. I didn’t mean to fall asleep up here. I’ll go back downstairs.”
You moved to leave, unable to stop the sharp gasp and cringe as pain rippled through your body, and John got up to ease you back down, “It’s alright, Squeak… I was actually wondering if you would stay up here with me tonight.”
“Why?” you asked warily, thinking it might be a ploy to get you to take his bed while he slept on the couch, and John wrapped his hand around yours, “You’ll be more comfortable here and then if you need anything
Observers- BBC Sherlock x Reader Chpt. 66With your brother gone, you flopped back so you were lying horizontally across the bed, hissing a curse under your breath as you felt a sharp pain shoot up your shoulder, “Putain… that bloody smarts.”
You felt Sherlock’s hand on your hip and reached out to find him again, quickly finding your hand in his as he caught it and then brought it to his lips to kiss your knuckles. You could feel his lips turn up in a smirk when you giggled and then he wove his fingers between yours as you groaned, “How much longer until tomorrow?”
“A while,” he hummed and you sighed, “I’m sorry you have to stay… I know it must be terribly boring for you.”
“I want to stay, (F/n).”
“That’s sweet, Sherly, but it doesn’t make it any less boring.”
“True. Play a game with me?”
You blinked at the ceiling a couple of times and then gave a one-shouldered shrug, “Sure. What did you have
Observers- BBC Sherlock x Reader Chpt. 68Things finally started to sink in for the three of you now that you were home. It had been easy to push away the reality of the situation and the emotions other than worry when you were unconscious in a hospital bed but everything had to be dealt with eventually.
Down the road, John gathered the little bag that held your prescriptions as he thought over what had happened. He’d almost lost you… again. The thought of what would have happened had he and Sherlock not been on their way home at that exact moment sent a shot of dread through his veins. You were his support system, his lifeline, the one person in the world he could trust with anything and everything- his best friend. At the same time you were his baby sister and it was his job to protect you and somehow he’d failed.
There was no way he could erase the guilt- if he had gone with you, if you had felt like you could come to him, if he’d noticed you hadn’t called, if, if, if… The list went on
This Life - Part 1 (Supernatural x Reader)This life had left you alone; your father was murdered by a vampire when you were only five years old. Your now single mother had been a hunter her entire life, she wanted to get out when she met your father, but now that he was gone she slowly drifted back into the life. Your mother went back to hunting, which often left you alone in hotel rooms or with one of the few friends your mother had spread out across the country. You were only twelve years old when your mother left your life forever, and you still remember it like it was yesterday.
Your mother had left you with a man named Bobby Singer while she was out on a hunt. Your mother had talked about Bobby a lot, and he seemed like a seemingly caring old guy. Your mother was never gone more than a day during her hunts, but this time around she was gone for two. You didn’t worry until Bobby had gotten a call from another hunter and the look on his face changed from casual to paling and horrified. After the call, he slowly ap
Observers- BBC Sherlock x Reader Chpt. 70The next day was thankfully uneventful, both the boys needing a day to just process everything and you spending nearly the entire day asleep from the meds. They were both careful not to leave you alone so that when you did wake up you didn’t panic and John decided that for now he was going let Sherlock off the hook for the things you’d told him the night before since he seemed to have handled it well.
When it got late enough to go to bed you were out cold curled up in Sherlock’s chair and John worried that if he moved you he’d hurt you in someway so he made sure Sherlock was going to stay on the couch and then left you where you were for the night. He was a bit relieved when the next morning you were still sleeping in exactly the same position and that you hadn’t woken up and freaked out.
You blinked awake when he was midway through making breakfast, slipping out of the chair to slowly navigate your way into the kitchen, hugging the wall and then the count
Observers- BBC Sherlock x Reader Chpt. 71It seemed your mind was determined to torment you as a few hours later you went from peaceful to whimpering as you thrashed slightly, a layer of sweat glistening on your forehead. You jolted awake but found no relief as the darkness that loomed every time you opened your eyes made the nightmare seem unending. You rolled to your side and whimpered, trying to erase the images from your mind, before finding the floor with your feet and stumbling out to the living room.
Clinging to the door frame you quietly called, “Sherlock?”
You got no response and took a step forward, trying again as your voice grew increasingly distraught, “Sherly?”
His eyes snapped open and he blinked at you a couple of times, hoping you’d go to John if he kept quiet. No such luck, you panicked slightly and took a few quick steps into the room, a mistake since it put you in a space with nothing around you for you to get your bearings. Realizing this too late, you spun a little fra
This Life - Part 2 (Supernatural x Reader)You had been on the road with the Winchesters for a couple of years now, and so much had happened in that period of time. The biggest thing that had happened- Dean was in hell. He had been in hell for about four months; you and Sam tried everything to get him out. Unknown to Sam, you had even tried to sell your soul to get him back. But the crossroads demon you had summoned wouldn’t seal the deal; he said Dean Winchester was too valuable. Needless to say, you ended the life of that demon. The two of you consulted Bobby constantly in hopes that he would find a way to get Dean out. A year passed since Dean left and you and Sam finally gave up.
The two of you even stopped hunting after the first year of Dean’s absence. You were borderline depressed; you just couldn’t handle losing another part of your family.
You and Sam were staying in a hotel in Maryland; you were sitting at the small table in the room with a glass of whiskey in your hand. You stared blankly at the
THE PHILOSOPHER'S STONE REDUX:THE PHILOSOPHER'S STONE REDUX: CHAPTER 4: 9 3/4
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
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