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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.
Stay with Me- Sherlock x ReaderThe last thing Sherlock had expected in his return was that you would welcome him with a smile and open arms, especially after how John had reacted. He’d walked up the steps to 221B and hesitantly knocked on the door, sure that he was going to get slapped or worse, but you’d pulled the door open and after the initial moment of shock gave a soft chuckle, “Welcome home, Sherlock Holmes.”
In all the time he’d known you, there had never been anything between you beyond a friendship that for some reason worked better than most and was stronger than he ever could have anticipated. It was something that had happened without him ever realizing, that friendship, but right now, sitting in his chair watching you making tea, he wished there had been more- not really for the love but to have a deeper connection, to escape from the loneliness he’d discovered in his heart.
He gave a fleeting smile at the skull still on the mantle before observing the rest of the fl
Masters of Disguise 1: 40-Love (Sherlockx Reader)Of course John had to be out on a date when he needed him. In the middle of the day too.
Though he supposed this solution was better in a way. You may not have been Sherlock's first choice but with you he didn’t have to worry about you getting flustered when people assumed you were a couple like he did with John.
You seemed smart enough and willing. Being amazed with his skills must run in the family. John had warned him that he’d have his head if he let anything happen to you- his baby sister. What an idiotic turn of phrase. You were hardly a baby.
At least you could play tennis decently enough to keep the cover he’d created from being blown. He abruptly ended the game when the couple he needed information from stepped on to the courts, moving towards the benches as he tried to come up with a way to engage in a conversation with them and tugged at the neck of his sweater vest.
What an infuriating article of clothing.
He let out a huff of
The Fear You Won't Fall- Mycroft x ReaderDigging a hole and the walls are caving in
Air's getting thin, but I'm trying, I'm breathing in
Come find me
It hasn't felt like this before
It hasn't felt like home before you
I have some information for my brother. Tea at noon?- MH
Mycroft let out a heavy sigh. How had he gotten himself in to this? Years and years of nothing and then you come along and change everything in an instant. He felt like every encounter with you was just making him fall further into the hole he’d dug himself and yet he still sought you out as often as he could. It was a direct contradiction to his beliefs and a continuous source of confusion for him.
All his life he’d felt above it all, like some superior entity watching over this insignificant world- a world he didn’t belong in. But when he was with you it was like he’d been blind, the world suddenly seemed interesting and so comfortably real, and suddenly he felt at home.
How long could he keep hiding that f
MoD 2: Astrophysics (Sherlock x Reader)What had just happened?
Once second he was desperately trying to remember any information on his hard drive about astrophysics- damn that pointless field- and the next you were flawlessly gabbing with the target, keeping your cover from being blown wide open. There was a definite advantage to having you along. Though he’d already gathered that from the tennis case.
Stupid sweater vest had given him a rash.
Sherlock blinked, glancing over at John to find your brother was equally confused, if not more so.
Definitely more so.
“Don’t mind them. He’s a chemist. You know how they are- no consideration for the bigger picture... and my brother there is here for a theater lecture. Token creative type, you know,“ you offered the young scientist, giving a quick grin as you adjusted the thick framed glasses on your face.
Shame they were fake. You looked… presentable with glasses.
Now that he thought about it the
Star Crossed (Spain x Reader)
(Spain x Reader)
Sneak Peak to a (possible) Summer series; depends on if you all like it.
“Because,” he paused and I held my breath, awaiting the inevitable words of my utter and total demise. “I love you.” He’d broken my walls, and entered without so much as a smile and a simple, Hola.
“What’s it like being an outcast?” He questioned, all hidden remorse aside, a small smile on his lips, this was rich. I patted my hands against my thighs rhythmically only for the best of my intentions to fling out.
“It’s actually rather lonely in all honesty.” He nodded and pulled his fingers through his chocolate curls. “I’m happy though.” I sighed and gazed over to the slowly peaking stars just over the orange horizon. It was getting lat
Elements Combined- Bruce x ReaderTo the girl I told to run away
The ghost I saw a hundred times a day
You weren't like me, no you weren't afraid
Bruce’s heart broke at the tears in your eyes as you blinked it him in disbelief before turning on your heel to leave him alone.
Alone is what he had.
Alone protected him… protected you.
That was what was important, right?
He sank down in the chair at his station in the lab, holding his head in his hands as what he’d just done sank in. He’d told you, the woman he loved, to leave- to get out of his life. And the reason he gave? He didn’t love you. The hurt in your eyes had torn him apart inside but he needed you to run. He needed you to run from him to someone who could keep you safe.
Someone who wasn’t a monster.
He ruffled a hand through his chocolate curls knowing there would be more gray hairs after this and then leaned forward to throw himself into his work as a distraction.
It didn’t work.
The lab felt empty withou
Boy (2p! America x Reader)
(2p! America x Reader)
This was just a spark of the moment, why not? Wrote it in one sitting, sorry if it sucks. I felt my fingers begin to write on their own and before I knew it I had a whole plot and characters. Like a warm up I suppose? Music makes you do crazy things; since I listen to music whenever I write it can really change my mood so you may see it in this writing style. Think nothing of it.
Song(s)– Boy by Emma Louise https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Xl6IaSvyIOk
“Can you at least pretend like you love me? I’ve tried and tried again to grab your attention!” I sighed and yelled through the phone yet again, my elegant (h/c) falling from its bun. This was the fifth fucking time thi
Chapter OneCrystal Hays quickly threw on her clothes, not giving much thought to her outfit. She ran a brush through her messy hair, wondering for a moment if she should just touch up the uneven bangs that she had cut by herself the night before. In the end, however, she decided to leave it. After surveying herself in the mirror, she gave herself a nod of approval before turning towards her bed.
A black backpack laid on top of her comforter along with an assortment of notebooks, pens, pencils, and various other school supplies. Normally she would have taken special care to arrange all of it neatly. Today, however, she was running late, and so it all got thrown into the backpack haphazardly. She was about to zip it up but hesitated, kneeling down and sticking her hand underneath her bed to pull out a book. It was leather bound, the spine cracked and worn with use. Crystal bit down on her bottom lip as she debated whether she should take it along or not.
Just then her bedr
There was always something new to be learnt here in this makeshift hovel that lay deep within this forsaken jungle. Many would say that life for Vagus the Totodile was not good enough for him, but it was his father who would say that it was Vagus who was not good enough for life. His father; the one he who ruled as king of Vagus’ small world had declared him useless and thus he conceded that he was indeed so.
Life had no room for weakness and weakness was all that Vagus had to offer. Vagus had seen firsthand what happened to those who were weak, the creatures of this jungle that were foolish enough to challenge his father. A Salamence, despite boasting the attributes of a freak of nature, lay torn to pieces in a nearby clearing. A pair of Rhydon, who attempted to intrude upon his father, lay with their rock like chests shattered and insides strewn on the ground. In the very hut which he sat, the skulls of an Aggron, a Haxorus, a Dragonite and several Tyranitar adorned the w
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
mechanici want to kiss every aching wound you have,
bandage your heart every time it bleeds,
and patch up your mind over and over
because not a single tear deserves to fall
from your brandy-drenched eyes
but this dripping heart of mine can only feel
and the healing honey words it flames get caught
in the back of my throat and on the roof of my mouth
so i only have these passionate guttural cries
to tell you that i care all too much
and in order to fix you up again,
i would need to tear myself to tatters
and trade all of my working parts
for your leftover, fading pieces
but i just haven’t figured out how.
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