Open Book : Philosopher's Stone, a harry potter fanfic

Disclaimer: I have no right to any character, they belong to JK Rowling. This story is based on characters created and owned by JK Rowling. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

Disclaimer2: I've read this RTB fanfiction by books_fanfic on LiveJournal and really liked the general idea of death eaters, to be specific Voldemort and the inner-circle reading the books. Though I am upset at the way it's been rushed so, I've decided to Re-write it myself and post it to , excuse my grammar, I've never wrote a fanfic before so this is more of a practise fic.

I'll try to add more details, fix some parts and change it drastically and might even continue it on my own, not sure that'll work out though so I'm still wondering about it.

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Summary: When harry hands himself to Voldemort to be killed, he didn't expect to Voldemort to have others ideas. Voldemort and inner circle reads the Hp books. Possible slash in future chapters

A/N: at the beginning the italic part is taken directly word by word from the 34 chapter 'the forest again' of HP&DH

"blah" = Speaking

/blah\ = Parseltongue

'blah' = Thinking

blah = book

Open Book

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Prologue

"I was, it seems . . . mistaken," said Voldemort.

"You weren't."

Harry said it as loudly as he could, with all the force he could muster: He did not want to sound afraid. The Resurrection Stone slipped from between his numb fingers, and out of the corner of his eyes he saw his parents, Sirius, and Lupin vanish as he stepped forward into the firelight. At that moment he felt that nobody mattered but Voldemort. It was just the two of them.

The illusion was gone as soon as it had come. The giants roared as the Death Eaters rose together, and there were many cries, gasps, even laughter. Voldemort had frozen where he stood, but his red eyes had found Harry, and he stared as Harry moved toward him, with nothing but the fire between them.

Then a voice yelled: "HARRY! NO!"

He turned: Hagrid was bound and trussed, tied to a tree nearby. His massive body shook the branches overhead as he struggled, desperate.

"NO! NO! HARRY, WHAT'RE YEH - ?"

"QUIET!" shouted Rowle, and with a flick of his wand, Hagrid was silenced.

Bellatrix, who had leapt to her feet, was looking eagerly from Voldemort to Harry, her breast heaving. The only things that moved were the flames and the snake, coiling and uncoiling in the glittering cage behind Voldemort's head.

Harry could feel his wand against his chest, but he made no attempt to draw it. He knew that the snake was too well protected, knew that if he managed to point the wand at Nagini, fifty curses would hit him first. And still, Voldemort and Harry looked at each other, and now Voldemort tilted his head a little to the side, considering the boy standing before him, and a singularly mirthless smile curled the lipless mouth.

"Harry Potter," he said very softly. His voice might have been part of the spitting fire. "The Boy Who Lived."

None of the Death Eaters moved. They were waiting: Everything was waiting. Hagrid was struggling, and Bellatrix was panting, and Harry thought inexplicably of Ginny, and her blazing look, and the feel of her lips on his -

Voldemort had raised his wand. His head was still tilted to one side, like a curious child, wondering what would happen if he proceeded. Harry looked back into the red eyes, and wanted it to happen now, quickly, while he could still stand, before he lost control, before he betrayed fear -

He saw the mouth move and a flash of green light, and everything was gone.

When Harry awoke, he felt his body stiff and aching. Harry groaned trying to open his eyes. But his eyes were too tired and he felt exhausted. He tried to move and notice that he was on a chair with his arms tied to the armchair and his legs tied to the legs of the chair. Harry lifted his head at once, opening his eyes. Harry was confused.

Wasn't he supposed to be dead? He saw the green light didn't he? The killing curse should've done the job it was meant to do seventeen years ago. He had to die in order for Voldemort to be defeated, he was the last horcrux besides Nagini, Voldemort's pet snake.

He had escaped death so many times, he really thought this would be the end and he'll finally meet his parents again, the moster who killed them finally dead once and for all.

'Of course...nothing can be normal for Harry Potter... not even death' he thought, before looking around the room.

He was in a large room that looked very cavernous with a long, black wood table in the middle, chairs accompanying it. Candles floating beside the table, were lighting up the room a bit, the flames rising higher and dow not really making a difference in the dark.

He supposed this was a meeting room, most likely for death eater meetings. Harry shuddered thinking of what must already have happened here.

Voldemort was sitting in front of him looking at him, calculating. Harry saw the elder wand in his hand and… the resurrection stone in his other hand.

The dark lord chuckled darkly at Harry's startled look before saying, "Welcome to the word of the living, Harry."

Harry started panicing and tried to move from the chair, trying to break the restrains with all his might, but the magic ropes only got tighter. Voldemort looked on, a amused expression on his snake-like features,"Oh no Harry, you won't be leaving there until I let you."

Harry shivered, his body slightly shaking with fear, trying his best not to show it, 'Is he going to torture me to insanity now? Let Bellatrix on me let her do what she did to Neville's parents?' he swallowed heavily and his head was swarmed with thoughts on what Voldemort wanted him here for and what he'll do with him.

A sudden laugh brought harry from his thoughts, he looked up and noticed various death eaters surrounding them, how he hadn't seen them before he didn't know, his only thought was to somehow get ouf here. He knew he couldn't just run out of the manor when the whole inner circle was there, wands out.

Bellatrix looked too pleased with herself and Harry felt a surge of hatred towards her, Sirius' Harrys Godfather falling through the veil and Bellatrix taunting him about his death kept crowding his vision and he wanted to attack her, get revenge for Sirius.

Harry saw her approach and tried to lunge at her, only to be pulled back by the ropes again, he glared at her, his emerald green eyes looking Avada Kedavra green, anger and satifaction when he saw her hesitate slightly while she walked in front of him

As Harry glared at her, he noticed her holding several books, 7 to be exact, he had no bloody idea what was going on. I mean, Bellatrix Lestrange holding books, looking perfectly calm and collected, for once not looking like she's insanity itself, strange sight isn't it?

She dropped him before his feet with a loud 'thump' and walked back to sit at the long table in the center of the room.

There were seven blank looking books at his feet and he had no idea what was going on. 'What are these books for? As if the death eaters and Voldemort wanted to read some book with him,' he thought and supressed a chuckle at the ridiculous idea, 'thats scarier than Snape handing out candy' he shuddered at the mental image and sulked when remembered the mans death.

Though harry never liked snape, actually loathed him, no one deserved a death like that in all true honesty, not even malfoy.

Out of the corner of his eye, Harry saw Voldemort lift the elder wand and immediately tensed, closing his eyes waiting to be curse or similar.

A bright light clouded his closed eyes and he gasped at a weird feeling creeping around his body. Why didn't Voldemort kill him already? Why was he still keeping him here? Harry felt frustrated trying to guess what was going to happen-

Harry opened his eyes again, just as Voldemort turned and began ordering followers around. He noticed his restraints vanishing, he quickly flexed his arms, he had sit here too long." Sit, my friends. This is going to be a long day." Harry lifted an eyebrow at the soft tone and voice, voldemort indeed changed from simply seconds ago in the forest. Or was it hours ago?

The boy who lived saw the thirteen death eaters of the inner circle sat around him, recognizing all of them; Fenrir Greyback, Bellatrix Lestrange, Rabastan Lestrange, Rodolphus Lestrange, Lestrange Sr., Yaxley, Antonin Dolohov, Augustus Rookwood, Crabbe Sr., Goyle Sr., Nott Sr., Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy

They all sat in chairs sending him sneers and amused looks, 'no doubt happy that they've managed to capture the boy who wouldnt fucking die', Harry thought bitterly.

Harry looked back at Voldemort trying to find out what the hell happened to him while the books went to the man outstretched hand.

The hypocritical Halfblood started, "I've always wondered why I couldn't kill you, Harry Potter." He said, clearly annoyed by it making Harry smirk slightly, though seeing him copying the same expression, his smirk quickly faded into a scowl as he continued.

"My little friend here," he gestured to Bellatrix who smiled dreamily and in awe and admiration at him while Harry looks away from her in disgust looking back at Voldemorts face which again hold a smirk that made harry want to beat the shit out of him. 'How could someone love him like that? but then again its Bellatrix, she has to live up to her middle name, 'Insanity'

"Brought me these stange little books here, she found in the forest after I ended your ... pitiful life" Here he outright laughed and Harry snarled, 'He didn't even properly kill me! He's tried to kill me for so many years, ruining my life and can't even manage it properly! If that's saying something, it says i'm better at him staying alive.'

Though when Harry looked at said books, the color left from his face when he saw he the tiles and covers of the now coloured books.

The first books was called "Harry Potter and the Philosopher stone" The cover orange and a owl sitting on a branch with a hogwarts letter tied to her leg.

Harry's eyes widened and his eyebrows raising higher and higher as he stared at the other books.

the second book was called "Harry Potter and the Chamber of secrets" The cover was green and there different shades drawn as a squiggly line, looking like a snake.

The third books was called " Harry Potter and the prisoner of Azkaban" The cover was coloured with beautiful shades of purple and a faint blue, a white moon in the distance and a castle with creatures flying beside them, most likely Hogwarts and the demntors that were there in third year.

The fourth book was called " Harry Potter and the goblet of fire" The cover was once more engulfed with beautiful shades of blue, a goblet of the middle, blue flames rising high from the goblet, hand grabbing the goblet from beneath.

The fifth book was called " Harry Potter and the Order of the phoenix " A beautiful flaming orange, red phoenix spreading its wings was displayed on the red with pink streaks covered cover.

The sixth book was called "Harry Potter and the halfblood prince" The cover's colours similar to the fifth book but this time a white figure holding a wand into the air, red streaks erupting from the wand was displayed.

The last book was called "Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows" The Cover was once more filled with green dark and light shades, Glasses and a lightning bolt displayed on there.

what the fuck.

Those were thoughts of one Harry Potter. He couldn't believe what the bloody hell he was seeing. Is this some Joke? Are Fred and George jumping out from a corner telling him its all just some prank? If these books were what he suspected they were, he was in trouble. A lot fucking trouble.

He was sure his thoughts were showing on his face like a open book. His eyes wide, mouth hanging open. 'Lovely. Fucking Lovely.' He stared like that for a couple of minutes till many death eaters, clearly enjoying seeing him like this, bursted out laughing. It did not sound pleasant.

A sharp look from the darkl lord shut them up quickly though.

"I'll start, shall we?" Voldemort picked the first novel and read out the first title out loud, amused by it, "Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone. Well, well. Isn't this about your first year of Hogwarts School Harry?" he taunted, his lipless mouth perking up at the corners, forming into a cruel smile. "CHAPTER ONE – The Boy Who Lived."

Harry had enough, this HAD to be a joke, it cannot be real. He burst out before he could hold himself back, "That's enough! Just kill me already!" He inwardly face palmed, way to go harry fucking potter.

Most of the death eaters looked taken aback at this, Bellatrix smile a bloodlust smile, desiring to do the deed. Voldemort shot a sharp look at her, making her recoil quickly.

He turned back o Harry, "Well, that wouldn't be fun, would it now?" He chuckles, sending shivers down the chosen ones spine. He never wanted to hear this laugh again. Voldemort tilted his head in a taunting manner, " It doesn't seem like you have choice in this matter do you? Now then. Let's beginn."

wasb: How was it for my first time writing? More like Re-writing but ANYWAYS. I'll see you in the next chapter, hopefully! Reviews will be helpful!