Reviews for Beyond the Darkness II: The Philosopher's Stone
claudippa90 chapter 5 . 5/17
I love this story and I would love to see it finished. Please continue writing!
Balthanon chapter 5 . 6/30/2014
Shame this is the last of this, it was well written and engrossing. Ahh, well, one of the hazards of fan fiction.
omg chapter 5 . 6/5/2014
Wow,you had right! Apperently it does take a few years to finish a chapter. Or more, like, eight! :/:/:/:/:/:/:/
Roshawn chapter 5 . 5/1/2014
Love the story hope you you continue it!
The Great Wizard Qui Quae Quod chapter 5 . 4/15/2014
I absolutely love this story. The 'evil' Sirius Black turning Harry into the next Dark Lord...
I wonder how Molly will react when she finally meets him. And what will Snape be like in the first potions class? Absolutely brilliant. Please update soon.
kkrar00 chapter 5 . 6/27/2013
well this is very good! please update soon
Spiral Reflection chapter 5 . 2/6/2013
You were serious- quite a few years
elijahlover chapter 5 . 1/7/2013
Nooooo its ended story abandoner pleeeeeeeease update please xxx
Helene chapter 5 . 10/28/2012
Hope you have the time and inspiration to finish this story as I don't think I have seen the like before. Very good so far.
susannahblack19 chapter 5 . 8/9/2012
GreekDefender chapter 5 . 7/3/2012
If you are still using your Fanfiction account and can find some motivation to complete this story I would love it. Your first story in this series was excellent and your sequel is also an interesting read. I hope you get a chance to continue this story soon.
Angel Delight 88 chapter 5 . 6/28/2012
I really enjoyed this story, and think it a bit sad that you didnt continue it.

Fictional History chapter 5 . 3/6/2012
Ohmygsh this story is good! Update as soon as possible!
Proper the Incredible chapter 5 . 2/11/2012
awesome plz update
Crystal M. Key chapter 5 . 12/8/2011
Aaaaaarrrggghhhhhhh, I want more of this story, but it is highly unlikely that any more will be forthcoming. Thanks for the ride! Favorite quotes:

Wands out, they began to circle each other. There was no bowing or anything else of what Sirius called 'formal nonsense'. A Death Eater wasn't likely to first bow and then allow them to take up duelling stances before attacking; hence they never bothered with it.


"YES! I won! I won!" Harry exclaimed, and promptly broke out into laughter when he saw Sirius sitting on his backside with an utterly gobsmacked expression.

Sirius shook his head to clear it. "He's never going to let me forget this," he muttered in resignation.


"A secret compartment!" Sirius declared with a flourish of his hand. "Very useful for storing… stuff you don't want anyone to know about. Not that I – as a responsible godfather – would encourage you to break any rules, of course."

Harry had broken into a rather evil grin, so Sirius coughed and moved quickly on.


Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, was right then doing one of those things that gave him a reputation for being a bit of an eccentric.

He was knitting a pair of electric blue socks.

Although most would shake their heads in amusement, Albus firmly believed that everyone was entitled to a few eccentric hobbies. His own hobbies happened to be chamber music, tenpin bowling, sweets and socks. Not in that particular order, mind.

To tell the truth, however; much of his eccentric behaviour was intentional. It made people loosen up around the great Albus Dumbledore, and often made his enemies underestimate him, too. Very useful in certain situations.


He opened the letter and grinned in delight when he saw the untrained handwriting of someone very young. Albus loved children, but he unfortunately only received letters from one very rarely. Usually it was because they didn't think 'the greatest wizard of the age' would be interested in anything they had to say. Utterly wrong, of course, but there it was.


When he stepped out of the fireplace in his office half an hour later, Albus found Minerva and Severus waiting for him.

"Where have you been, Albus?" Severus began. "Did Minister Fudge-"

In three huge strides, Albus was beside him. Severus instinctively started to take a step back, but Albus grabbed his head with both hands and planted a big, wet kiss on his cheek. Chuckling and crackling like a madman, he turned his back on a slack-jawed Minerva and a Potions Master in the process of having a severe heart attack, and climbed on top of his desk. Facing them, he began singing a crazy little ditty he apparently made up on the spot, while waving his fingers in time with the rhythm.

Albus finished by laughing merrily at the dumbfounded look the two teachers gave each other; doubtless they now thought him even more of a loon than he was.

Very slowly and carefully, as if speaking to someone who was a danger to himself, Minerva said: "Perhaps you should get down from there, and explain what wizard you are talking about, Albus."

Severus said nothing, touching a hand to the cheek were Albus had just kissed him, still with the same pop-eyed expression.


"Please, Severus; there's no need to rush," Albus said soothingly. "After all, you will see him at the Sorting Feast in only three short weeks from now."

The Potions Master whirled around to stare at him with an expression of utter incredulity. Somehow managing to keep from laughing, Albus took a parchment lying on his desk and waved it in the air. "Harry just wrote a letter to me, explaining that he wished to attend Hogwarts. Naturally, I agreed."

"'Naturally!'" Severus blurted out in disbelief, still standing beside the fireplace with a handful of Floo Powder. Poor Minerva sank slowly down into the nearest armchair, one hand pressed against her heart.

I'm really enjoying this too much, Albus thought ruefully.


"So you're just going to let him return to a man who proved he was capable of committing murder at age sixteen?" Severus demanded in exasperation.

"Of course," Albus said, ignoring the slight toward Sirius. "I wouldn't dream of illegally imprisoning him."

Severus' expression was a mixture of bitterness and dark pessimism, while Minerva simply looked undecided. Albus' earlier display of craziness probably hadn't helped his case.

"Well cheer up, then!" Albus suddenly exclaimed. "After all, we have seven exceptionally interesting years ahead of us!"

"That's what worries me," Minerva muttered.


One of the things Harry had learned early in life was that Padfoot and kitchens didn't mix early in the morning. In fact, the last time his godfather had attempted to make breakfast, it had taken them a week to remove the grey-green, snot-like goo that had covered every possible surface. This was why it was Harry who usually prepared breakfast, while Sirius tried to wake up with a hot shower.

Harry listened closely for a moment. Yes, Sirius had begun singing in the shower, although in Harry's humble opinion it rather sounded as if he was shouting something in an obscure dialect of a language distantly related to Russian. In any case, the 'singing' meant that his godfather was more or less awake. However, just to be certain…

There was the pipe that feed hot water to the shower on the second floor. Grinning evilly, he drew his wand and put a Freezing Charm on the pipe, instantly covering the metal in frost. A few moments later, Sirius' so-called singing abruptly turned into a howl.

The door to the bathroom banged open, "HARRY! TURN THE BLOODY WARM WATER BACK ON! ARE YOU TRYING TO KILL ME?"

"Breakfast is ready, Padfoot," Harry said sweetly.

Sirius came throttling down the stairs a few minutes later, and Harry was proud to see that he was very much awake.

"That was totally uncalled for," Sirius grumbled as he sat down at the table.

Harry swallowed a mouthful of eggs and cocked a brow. "Did you, or did you not charm my pillow to kiss me yesterday?"

Sirius paused, fork halfway to his mouth. "Oh. Oops."

"Yeah. Oops."

"I suppose pink hair isn't warranted, then," Sirius sighed regretfully.

"Too right, it isn't," Harry muttered.


"He isn't dangerous, is he?" Harry asked, thinking of the man's intimidating appearance.

"Hagrid? Oh, no, no!" Sirius laughed. "He's about as dangerous as a hamster. Well, unless you are dumb enough to speak ill of Dumbledore in his presence; that does tend to do bad things to your health."


Percy hesitated briefly, before taking the offered hand. "Alright," he said reluctantly. Suddenly he frowned, and his grip on Harry's hand tightened. "But I know it was you who hexed Malfoy."

"Did I?" Harry said lightly. "If I did, it must have been because he insulted Ron's - and therefore your - family. 'Blood-traitors so poor they can't distinguish Galleons from pig-droppings,' I think the expression was."

Percy looked outraged. "That little…!" He shook Harry's hand vigorously. "Nice to meet you, Harry."


"There must be something we can do," Fudge said pleadingly, wringing the bowler hat between his hands. "Do you have any idea how much bad press it would generate, if the boy just vanished now that he's finally been found? Perhaps we could somehow remove him from Hogwarts, or-"

"Mr Potter has done nothing that warrants expulsion from this school," Dumbledore cut in before Harry could say anything. "Furthermore, he hasn't broken any laws and he is a minor in any case. The only way to remove him from Hogwarts would be with permission from his legal guardian; Mr Black."

Fudge's eyes bulged dangerously. "You got to be joking!" he spluttered. "Are you telling me I need Sirius Black's permission to protect the boy from Sirius Black?"

"Yes, exactly," Dumbledore said brightly, and seemed pleased that Fudge had grasped the point so quickly.


"As you say, Cornelius," Dumbledore said. "However, can we agree that removing Mr Potter from Hogwarts would be highly counter-productive?"

"I suppose so," Fudge agreed with a disgruntled look at Harry. "I had expected you to be a bit more cooperative, Mr Potter. Then again, I suppose being exposed to Sirius Black for ten years would warp you view of the truth."

Harry's right hand twitched in the direction of his wand before he stopped himself. Planting a blasting curse between the Minister's eyes would also be highly counter-productive. Fudge didn't notice, though. He had put the bowler back on his head and shaken hands with Dumbledore. The Headmaster, perhaps sensing that violence was imminent, showed Fudge out as quickly as politeness allowed.

As soon as the door closed, Harry took a deep breath and let it out explosively. "Pompous, arrogant, sodding old-" He belatedly remembered that he wasn't alone and interrupted the sentence with a cough. "Pardon the language, sir."

"Quite alright," Dumbledore said as he reseated himself.


"What does he look like as a rat?" Ron asked.

"Just a common grey rat," Harry said, shrugging. "Probably missing a toe from his front paw, since he cut off his finger."

"M-missing a toe?" Ron stuttered, going pale.

Harry looked up. "Yes?"

Ron looked like he was going to be sick. "Oh, my God – Scabbers!"


In a forest, near the village of Ottery St. Catchpole, a common grey rat with a missing toe raced through the undergrowth. Had it been capable of speech, it would have alternated between lamenting its bad luck and sobbing in deepest self-pity.

Why, oh, why did this have to happen to poor Peter Pettigrew? Sirius would have told Harry about Peter's animagus-form, and Harry might mention it to Ron Weasley. If he did, there didn't take much brainpower to put two and two together and come up with a rat named Scabbers.

So now poor Peter had
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