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Chapter 2
"What the bloody hell do you mean by Harry Potter and The Philosopher's Stone?" Harry demanded angrily.
"What i mean, is that you all will be reading books about your life. any other stupid questions, child?" Merlin answered.
Harry, chastised, blushed a deep red and sat back down, before glaring angrily at a sniggering Voldemort. "potter's stupidity aside, what is the point of reading about the brat's life if I am going to kill him anyways?" Voldemort asked calmly. everyone turned to look at him, surprised by his being respectful. Of course, that was due to the fact that, unlike the others, he could actually FEEL the power flowing off Merlin and he realised that, where a fight to break out, he wouldn't stand a chance.
"For my amusement, of course" replied Merlin, the mirthful look back in his eyes. "After all, i know everything, thanks to being deeply connected to the magic of the Earth itself. you all are going to amuse me with your reactions to reading about potter's life" and, before anyone could reply, merlin vanished in a show of golden light, creating a gust of wind that threw the book at harry, who was so stunned at meeting The Merlin, the man of legends and most powerful wizard to ever exist, that the booklet him in the face, causing him to fall down on his butt. "Fuck you" Harry said to the laughing Voldemort and Death Eaters.
"Wait, who are the?" hermione, Harry's best female friend, asked, while pointing at the black and red haired strangers.
"My name is James Potter" the boy, James, said. "My name is Lily Evans" the redhead, Lily, said.
"But how? you are dead!" Harry exclaimed in shock, while everyone stared at them with their mouths opened in shock.
"Merlin brought us from the past to read about your life, son. Sorry for not being there for you." James said sadly while Lily nodded in agreement. "WE hope to be able of seeing you grow up this time around" Lily added.
"Oh for the love of god! Shut up and someone start reading!" Voldemort said impatiently.
"Patience is a virtue, Tom" Dumbledore said, the twinkle in his eyes dimming a little at Voldemort's rudeness.
"Bite me, goat" Voldemort retorted.
Dumbledore sighed in annoyance.
"W-Well, who'll start reading?" Hermione asked timidly. she still hadn't gotten over the fact that they had just been transported into a room by a legend and the fact that she was sitting next to a man that would have no trouble killing her wasn't helping her nerves.
"The mudblood is right, who'll start?" Draco said.
"Since it is about me, might as well start" harry said in resignation.
"Chapter one: The Boy Who Lived…"