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.

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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 frequently.

When Voldemort had killed Harry's mother, she died sacrificing herself, died loving her son. This offered an incredible protection that turned the killing spell back onto the Dark Lord, ripping him from his body and almost demolishing half of the Potter house.

The only remnant of this was a lightning scar on Harry Potter's forehead.

In the aftermath, a worldwide man hunt began- for the man who had sold out James and Lily. He was once their friend, but he had betrayed them to the Dark Lord.

Peter Pettigrew.

As Harry sat in his house, as soon as the news of the attack spread, his godfather, Sirius Black, and retrieved him from the wreckage. He had kept Harry ever since, raising the boy with help from his friends.

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Harry loved riding a broomstick.

The wind whipping through his messy hair, the feeling of freedom. He always had and forever would enjoy riding the broom.

Right next to him, his godfather, Sirius Black, was also riding along on the broomstick. They were speeding towards what was very much Harry Potter's second home- The Burrow. His best friend, Ronald Weasley, lived there with the rest of his family- the joking twins, Fred and George, the ever pompous Percy, the young Ginny, his mother, a very wonderful woman named Molly, and the muggle obsessed Arthur.

Ron also had two other brothers, Charlie, who worked extensively with dragons in Romania, and Bill, who worked at a Gringotts in Egypt, and was also the source of very interesting Christmas presents for everyone.

As Harry landed, his laid his broomstick against the shed, and began walking across the lawn, a beaming Sirius walking with him. They opened the door, and Harry was instantly met by an over excited Ron Weasley.

Ron, like the rest of his family, had bright orange hair, freckles, and also had the famous Weasley kindness. He was tall and lanky, and now was wearing a tshirt and jeans. He lifted up his hand, revealing the letter.

Harry nodded, and also showed Ron the acceptance letter.

They both had been accepted in Hogwarts School For Witchcraft and Wizardry, the venerable school that everyone Harry had ever known had joined. Sirius was chatting happily with Molly, who already had a cup of coffee ready for him. Sirius' odder trait was the fact he believed the only place you could receive a truly incredible and amazing cup of coffee was the Weasley home.

When Harry walked into the kitchen with Ron, he was met with a warm hug by Mrs. Weasley. He noticed near the living room, Fred and George were mumbling, heads close to each other as they took notes. They both waved with a tandem "Hi, Harry!", and then went back to their secretive activities. They were completely identical- by identical, it means in every single detail. They were the same height, the same weight, the same freckles, the same eyes, the same eyebrows, even the same earlobes. They were also tricksters, which often got them in spots of trouble with their mother. Sirius always took a sort of pride in them, as in his school days, he was also just as mischievous.

Harry had noticed the conversation had turned to funds. Sirius had been born into a very, very, very, very rich family, and was- almost- the sole surviving member. The Weasleys were never a rich family, and as the number of children increased, Sirius had always offered to help.

"Come on, Molly. You have to buy Fred and George new robes and book, Percy new robes and books, Ron you have to buy him everything. I understand you hate getting help on these things, but it's the least I can do." Sirius said, taking a sip of his beloved coffee.

"Sirius, you know well we will be able to get by." Molly said. She was never offended by Sirius' offers, but she was always appreciative of the fact he was offering.

"At least let me help you get started. Just this year. And then you can get them everything whatever year you'll need too." pleaded Sirius. Molly sighed.

"Fine, Sirius. Just this year." She said. Sirius smiled, and Molly also smiled back.

"Thank you." Mrs. Weasley said, before turning back to cook the ever delicious breakfast.

Harry was too busy reading every inch of his letter. Excitement boiled in his body.

He was going to Hogwarts!

Great begining! Refresh yourself on the rules and have fun!

CHAPTER 2: Diagon Alley

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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 from the stack on the table and walked over to the fireplace. Ron, Mrs. Weasley, Ginny, the twins, and Percy. Sirius nodded to Harry, before stepping into the fireplace, dropping the powder into the fire, and shouting, "Diagon Alley!" He disappeared in a whirl of green fire that near blinded Harry.

As Harry finished his toast, he took a handful of Floo Powder, and stepped into the fire.

"Diagon Alley!" He shouted, throwing the powder into the flames.

BOOM!

He was spinning by fireplaces, everything tinged green. He had to close his eyes to stop from getting sick-

Finally the spinning stopped, and he stumbled out of the fire place into The Leaky Cauldron.

Everyone was there, and so Harry stepped out into the bright streets of Diagon Alley.

The shopping was near- haywire. Firstly they had to split the galleons and knuts and sickles so Mrs. Weasley could get everything she needed to. Then they split, and Harry went through everything- and it was awesome. First they went into Flourish and Blotts, and spent extra time looking at some of the cooler books. Sirius particularly liked one volume called A History of Dark Artifacts: And How to Control Them. Even if it had been occupied by several people in the past, there was a designated room in the attic for the several dark artifacts that resided in the Black family house. Sirius decided to get it, and so they paid for Harry's books and moved on to the Apothecary, to get Potion supplies. Harry distinctively heard Sirius mutter something along the lines of "Snivellus..." under his breath.

After this, they got to Madame Malkin's. Harry was fitted to the robes, and smirking, Sirius also purchased a robe lined with red silk.

Finally, Harry stood in front of a very old looking shop. The peeling sign read:

OLLIVANDER'S WAND SHOP.

Going crazy on the inside with excitement, Harry walked in.

Ooo like where this is going! Awesome beginning!!! Can't wait to read more!
!Alyssa!

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Thank you! I certainly hope everyone enjoys this chapter

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,

"H-hi."

"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 opposite. Of course, wizards have been known to adjust the appearance..." Ollivander trailed off, looking out of the front window. Harry turned to see a platinum blonde man in black robes walking with a cane. He turned back to see Mr. Ollivander looking straight at him. The gaze was almost questioning...

"I think.... I think I know just the wand, Mr. Potter." Ollivander said, turning to one of the farther shelves. Due to the dust that lessened as the shelves got farther back, Harry took it that the foremost shelves were newer wands. Ollivander came back, taking out a wand from the box.

It's handle was unique, unlike anything Harry had ever seen. Almost like a tree trunk. Harry took it, and suddenly, the lamp flared, and a certain warmth shot to his fingers. Multicolored sparks shot forth from the tip of the wand; Harry couldn't believe it.

"Ah, yes. Phoenix feather..... yes, phoenix feather. Mr. Potter, your wand in 11 inches, nice and supple, made from a beautiful holly tree, and containing a phoenix feather core."

Harry nodded. He paid Ollivander, thanked him, and walked out. As he got to the street, he saw Sirius, beaming and holding a cage containing a happy looking, snowy white owl.

Sort chapter, I know guys Lookout for a little something that echoes the DH Epilogue, I put it there as part inside joke and part half of a full circle. Enjoy this short chapter guys!

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 glance, and they promptly piled into the train.

"Harry dear, let me take your stuff in." Mrs. Weasley said, smiling warmly.

"No, Mrs. Weasley, it's fine.."

"I insist, don't worry about me." Mrs. Weasley waved her wand, and the luggage and Hedwig's cage zoomed into the train, and Harry saw them all organize in a compartment.

"There you are, Harry." Mrs Weasley said, as a huge horn burst from the train. She exclaimed, before bustling her children into the train. Harry turned and hugged Sirius.

"You'll write to me, won't you?" Asked Harry.

"Every day, if you want me too." Said Sirius.

"Not every day," spoke a laughing Harry.

"You've got to get going now. Don't worry, I'm sure Professor Lupin will happily send me letters of your behavior." Sirius said, smiling.

Harry waved, and walked into the train, past students, into a compartment comprising of Ron and Fred and George.

"The horn sounded once more, and they all piled toward the window, waving frantically at Sirius and Mrs. Weasley.

At last, the train made a turn, and Harry Potter was Hogwarts-bound.

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 Granger."

"Ron Weasley." Said Ron, rather awkwardly.

"I'm Harry, Harry Potter." Hermione's eyes grew wide.

"Oh my goodness! Harry Potter! I apologize for my excitement, It's just I've always wanted to meet you!" She said, extending her hand once more. Harry shook it.

They talked for a while, and Hermione told them about how her mother and father are muggles. Harry wasn't very surprised at it; he was related to a family of muggles that Sirius called "vile, vile people"; However, Ron was very interested in this subject. Finally, the train seemed to be winding down slightly, and so the cleaned up, packed chocolate cards up, and began filng out of the train. Harry first stepped on the grounds of Hogwarts hearing the words;

"Firs' years, this way! Firs' years, this way!"

TIME JUMP! I'm so very sorry for this guys, but we are jumping over the sorting and into winter. I promise this will be the only time jump in our story, but I feel most events in the early Hogwarts days will be mostly the same as the book. From now on, we'll have no more time jumps! Also.. just a note, in my mind I see Snape being played by Benedict Cumberbatch, as good as Alan Rickman is

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 time to get used to her.

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Harry was sitting in the Potions classroom, as Snape was off on another speech.

"The Wiggenweld Potion is- Potter, 10 points from Gryffindor. Look at me when I'm speaking." Harry snapped his head up.

"Sir I was taking not-"

"Oh, Potter, don't give me any of your excuses. You will make eye contact with your teacher as they speak, do you understand? Fifty points from Gryffindor for your cheek, and-" Snape was cut short from his speech, when the door opened.

Thin, neither tall nor short, rather shabby looking, and with scars across his face, Remus Lupin was Sirius Black's best friend, and practically a father figure to Harry. However, instead of the normal happiness, he looked quite grim.

"Severus, my apologies for interrupting rudely. I'm afraid I must take Harry from you right now."

Harry saw what amounted to murder in Snape's eyes, but the professor quickly hid it. His head snapped to Harry.

"Leave my sight, Potter." He muttered venomously. Harry stood almost instantly, nodding to Ron and Hermione, before following Lupin into the staircase leading out of the dungeons. The walk was silent, and with each step, Harry's worry increased... Lupin seemed to be bearing bad news, and Harry knew what bad news would require him to be extracted from his class; Sirius was in grave danger.

Finally they came to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom. Lupin turned, closing the door.

"Sirius has been sent to Azkaban." He said.

A thousand pound weight seemed to drop onto Harry's heart. He tried to say "why?" but he only managed a sort of whimper.

"Lucius..." Lupin's eyes seemed to fill with anger at the name, but he calmed to speak. "Lucius Malfoy has presented... has presented evidence that the Minister has apparently taken as the gospel truth. The evidence, of course... well it was completely ridiculous. Harry... I must stress on you that you have to exhibit self control. A lot. Draco Malfoy will try and push your buttons; I beg of you to not let it get to you. We believe that Lucius Malfoy has put the Minister's office under his control. Of course... we have no evidence, but it is fairly obvious. Dumbledore is at the Ministry now."

The door opened, almost quietly, and Professor McGonagoll walked in. Normally a rather stern lady, her presence was very warm, and seemed to tame the anger boiling about in Harry's stomach.

"Harry," she said (for the first time, referring to Harry by his first name) "In light of these appalling events, you will be given a break from lessons for the rest of the month."

With hatred for the Malfoy family rushing through his veins like wildfire in a forest, he walked out of the room, quietly, entered the Gryffindor common room, and collapsed on a couch, staring at fire, and waiting for Ron and Hermione.

Oh my..... Brilliant story, it puts a completely different view on the story. Please update soon!

Last Updated: 23/01/2013