The Young Padfoot *Book One*

Two- Faced Turbans!

I ran back through every single obstacle we had got through but then I realised I wouldn't be able to get back up. Hermione had taken the broomstick so she could go and get Ron to the hospital, and now I was pretty much stuck. I didn't know if there was even a spell to allow me to fly, and if there was, I didn't know it.

But my little panic was cut short when I heard the sound of someone muttering a spell. I ran towards the voice and breathed a sigh of relief when I saw Dumbledore straightening out his robes after falling through the Devil's Snare.

"Professor Dumbledore!" I called over, as I ran towards him.

"Miss Black, what are you still doing down here?" Dumbledore asked.

"It's Harry, sir. He's at the final obstacle after Snape's one. I don't know what it is, but Harry is there and he's trying to stop whoever is trying to steal the Stone," I rambled.

"Come along, then. Let's go make sure Mr Potter gets the help he needs," Dumbledore said, starting to quickly walk the way I had just come from.

"Did you get my letter?" I asked, as I quickly walked along beside him.

"I did, and it's a good job I did. But I will admit, I had a feeling as soon as I arrived in London that that was not the place I was needed. You have a very loyal and quick owl, Miss Black," Dumbledore complimented, as we rushed through the flying keys obstacle.

Before leaving each area of each obstacle, I enchanted the doors to stay open and surprisingly it had worked.

"Yes, Atlas is a pretty cool owl," I agreed.

We had just reached the chess pieces and they were still laying crumbled all over the floor, making Dumbledore look over at me in confusion.

"I have no idea how the four of you managed to get passed this one. Professor McGonagall assured us no one would," Dumbledore said.

"Well, when you have a pro-chess player like Ron, any match is possible to pass," I told him.

"And what about the other tests? How did you all pass them?" Dumbledore asked, as we reached the troll test.

"Well, Hermione managed to get us passed the Devil's Snare, Harry—obviously being the best on a broom—got us the key and then Ron got us through the chess. The troll, though, was still knocked out—" We passed the still unconscious troll. "—and then I figured out the answer to Snape's riddle."

Pulling some sort of powder out of his robe, Dumbledore poured it over the fire that was covering the entrance and it immediately died down. He did the same for the black fire that Harry had walked through and we ran into the final test room.

I was extremely confused when I saw Quirrell standing there instead of Snape. But my confusion quickly passed when I saw the back of Quirrell's bare head. What was once covered by his purple turban, now stuck out a face that I had hoped I would never see...

Voldemort.

But he didn't look normal, his skin seemed to be cracking like a desert under the hot sun. Not only that, but he also only had one hand. Wait, what? One hand?

My eyes then drifted over to Harry, who was lying unconscious on the floor, with Quirrell's hand wrapped around his throat.

"Harry!" I yelled, making Quirrell/ Voldemort look over at us.

Before Quirrell/ Voldemort could react, Dumbledore shot some sort of spell at them sending them flying back into a pillar and causing them to crumble down into a pile of dust.

I ran over to Harry and collapsed onto my knees before I started to shake his shoulders, trying to wake him up.

"Professor, he's not waking up," I told Dumbledore, my voice shaking slightly as I looked down at my best friend.