Professor Quirrell stood in front of Y/N.
"You!" Y/N yelled.
"Me," Quirrell smiled grimly. "I was wondering if I'd meet you here, Potter."
"But - Snape-"
"Severus?" Quirrell laughed, and it wasn't his usual quivering treble, either, but cold and sharp. "Yes, Severus does seem the type, doesn't he? So useful to have him swooping around like an overgrown bat. Next to him, who would suspect p-p-poor, st-stuttering P-Professor Quirrell?"
Y/N couldn't process this. It couldn't be true.
"But Snape tried to kill me!"
"No, dear boy. I tried to kill you. Your friend Miss Granger accidentally knocked me over as she rushed to set fire to Snape at that Quidditch match. She broke my eye contact with you. Another few seconds and I'd have got you off that broom. I'd have managed it before then if Snape hadn't been muttering a countercurse, trying to save you."
"Snape was...trying to save me?"
"Of course," said Quirrell coolly. "Why do you think he wanted to
referee your next match? He was trying to make sure I didn't do it
again. Funny, really...he needn't have bothered. I couldn't do anything with Dumbledore watching. All the other teachers thought Snape was trying to stop Gryffindor from winning, he did make himself unpopular...and what a waste of time, when after all that, I'm going to kill you tonight."
Quirrell snapped his fingers and ropes sprang out of thin air and wrapped themselves tightly around Y/N.
"You're too nosy to live, Potter. Scurrying around the school on
Halloween like that, for all I knew you'd seen me coming to look at what was guarding the Stone."
"You let the troll in?"
"Certainly. I have a special gift with trolls - you must have seen what I did to the one in the chamber back there?Unfortunately, while everyone else was running around looking for it, Snape, who already
suspected me, went straight to the third floor to head me off - and not only did my troll fail to beat you to death, that three-headed dog didn't even manage to bite Snape's leg off properly."
Y/N tried to pull his arms free, but couldn't.
"Now, wait quietly, Potter. I need to examine this interesting mirror."
It was only then that Y/N realized that Quirrell was standing in front of the Mirror of Erised.
"This mirror is the key to finding the Stone," Quirrell murmured,
tapping his way around the frame. "Trust Dumbledore to come up with something like this...but he's in London...I'll be far away by the time he gets back...."
All Y/N could think of doing was to keep Quirrell talking and stop him from concentrating on the mirror.
"I saw you and Snape in the forest-" he blurted out.
"Yes," said Quirrell, walking around the mirror to look at the
back. "He was on to me by that time, trying to find out how far I'd gotten. He suspected me all along. Tried to frighten me - as though he could, when I had Lord Voldemort on my side..."
Quirrell came back out from behind the mirror and stared hungrily into it.
"I see the Stone...I'm presenting it to my master...but where is it?"
Y/N continued to struggle against the ropes, but they still didn't give.
"But Snape always seemed to hate me so much."
"Oh, he does," said Quirrell casually. "heavens, yes. He was at Hogwarts with your father, didn't you know? They loathed each other. But he never wanted you dead."
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𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑩𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝑾𝒊𝒕𝒄𝒉 𝝄𝒇 𝑯𝒆𝒓 𝜜𝒈𝒆 | Hermione x Male Reader
FanficHarry and his brother had nearly nothing going for them. Their parents were killed, everyone at school hated them, their only living family hated them, and, sometimes, they even hated each other. Their lives were, arguably, not worth living. That wa...
