Okay, it seems I have a lot of explaining. First off, yes, this is an AU (Alternate Universe) fan fiction.
Lordanhur: The thing about being too young, it was made for the people to think about it ~_^.
Anonymous #1: I would like to make it that Ethan to be like most human beings. Who (in real life) wouldn't like popularity once in a while? And the thing bout Ollivander… well you see… *runs off*
Anonymous#2: Sorry, just a little typo of mine.
Anonymous#3 (or are all of you the same…): Yes, I just looked through PA, you are right. I guess Mischief Mangled made more sense to me cause if their plans were ruined, they needed to hide the map.
NIGHTSTALKER: That is a great suggestion… Any takers? I would like to have a good proof reader now and then…
Anonymous#4: Wow, thanks a lot, I can't believe I spent all this time trying to find out what language that was >.< Changes shall be made once I finish this chapter… By the way, they got past Fluffy because Ron was cursed to humming, and most of the obstacles were not implemented. The chess pieces were moving around because like Hermione, McGonagall likes to do things early, but did not put the finishing touches. Flitwick like McGonagall, did not fully enchant the keys yet.
Srox: Will everybody find out that Harry is the true defeater of Voldemort? They will find out eventually, same goes for you readers ^_^;
Old Wolf: What use does Harry have for that stone? Wait and see hehe…
The Philosopher's Stone
Harry pulled the red stone from his back pocket, "What I bloody hell could this thing be?" He wondered out-loud.
"I'm not sure, should be something important though," Hermione observed looking thoroughly on the rock that was held within Harry's grasp. Hermione snatched the stone from Harry to get a closer look at it.
"HAND OVER THAT STONE!" A pale man shouted from the entrance. His eyes were bloodshot which seems to be from lack of sleep. He was somewhat bald, but the black could-like gas made him seem to have an Afro. As he stepped into the light that shown from the spotlight over the Mirror of Erised, his facial appearance was more clear.
"A-aren't you the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher t-that was turned down at last minute?" Hermione's voice quivered in fear as he stepped closer to her. As he stepped right in front of her, he stopped and turned to have his back to her. As they looked at the black mist that was mistaken for hair, they noticed it hat blood-red eyes that shaped like a snake. "Voldemort!" Hermione breathed her last as the gaseous cloud shot through her like a cannon ball.
Hermione eyes grew wide as she felt her soul separate from her body for that split second. Then she fell to the floor, hands hugging onto her body, shaking like mad.
"THE STONE, GET THE STONE QUIRRELL!" Voldemort shouted in a hoarse voice, but before the man named Quirrell could react to his master's commands; Harry dived to the floor, picked up the stone, and rolled away, all on instinct.
"Looking for this?" Harry tossed it in the air in a challenging way. "Come and get it!" Harry threatened and ran behind one of the 15 pillars that was made for the rooms decoration.
Harry seemed to have all of Voldemort and Quirrell's attention. *Wow that boy is brave* Ron thought and took the liberty of their antagonist's distraction to get to Hermione. "Are you okay?" He asked with full concern. Hermione opened one eye slightly,
"Where. Is. Harry…?" She had to pause after every word for her entire body was withering in pain, and her throat was no exception.
"Harry is busy at the moment…" Ron sad grimily, and lifted Hermione's back so she could see the action that was taking place in that very room. That very moment, Harry shot his head out from behind the pillar to wave at Hermione as a taunt to Quirrell. Quirrell shot another curse, but Harry, who had foreseen this long beforehand ducked his head in at last second to add more to Quirrell's frustration. "He seems to be doing pretty well against You-Know-Who," Ron laughed, "but I thought Voldemort died to the hands of your father?"
"I thought so too, maybe he found a way to come back to the realm of the living once again." Hermione smiled as Harry kept dodging spells thrown from Quirrell. *All those years of fights against Dursleys and Dudley's gang really gotten his reaction time and agility up.*
What Harry did next was both very daring, surprising, and also very stupid. He charged towards Quirrell, which was a huge mistake. Quirrell simply moved to his right and Harry's momentum cause himself to fall. Like he did with Hermione, Quirrell had his back to Harry. "You have no idea how long I have dreamed of this day Potter. The day I would finally get my vengeance. I waited eleven years Potter! Eleven years with the same thought going through my mind every minute. Every night I dreamt of ways to torture you Potter-"
"Boy, does he need a hobby," Ron interrupted a little too loudly and drew Voldemort's attention slightly. Hermione gave a weak laugh to Ron's joke but coughed afterwards.
"I think I'll begin by… oh, lets say… torturing your friends…" Voldemort's evil grin that he was expressing would put Hitler's most evil schemes to shame. Before Harry could even come up with a plan, he tried to punch Voldemort's gassy face. Before his fist could make contact however, Quirrell used his right hand and blocked this fist. A sharp pain quickly shot to his forehead, his scar to most accurate. It was quickly relieved when Quirrell let go of his fist and looked at his hand. Boiling blisters began to appear upon where his hand had made contact with Harry's.
"OH HIS PAIN THRILLS ME! TOUCH HIM AGAIN QUIRRELL, NOW!" Voldemort screamed in glee, he was so caught up in Harry's pain that he didn't even take the time to consider why that pain was inflicted upon Harry.
"But Master, look at my ha-"
"I SAID NOW!"
Quirrell did as he was told and put his left hand upon Harry's face before Harry could react. The pain was multiplied from the closeness to his scar. His reaction to it was putting his own hand at Quirrell's face. Both screamed in agony as Voldemort laughed manically.
Voldemort was enjoying this so much he didn't notice the condition his host was in. "KEEP HOLDING QUIRRELL, I WANT TO HEAR HIM SCREAM! SCREAM POTTER, SCREAM!" He cheered. Voldemort continued his laughter until… Quirrell fell to the floor unconscious, barely breathing. "Get up Quirrell! Did I say you could rest?" Voldemort finally noticed the situation he was in and gave a bloodcurdling scream of frustration. Just that very moment, Harry also fell to the ground, like Quirrell, he was barely breathing. "I may not have gained immortality, but I at least got to see Potter die." He grunted in a emotionless way and vanished.
---Well, that is all for this chapter, I do not have a proofreader yet, anyone want to volunteer? Thank you for reading and hopefully reviewing *wink wink*. I would like to thank all the people and the constructive critique you have given me. Thanks again, bye ~ - ~