The Miscalculation

Chapter Nineteen

Thoughts

Thoughts in Ancient Egyptian

"Spells"

Ancient Egyptian

~Parseltongue~

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When the feeling went away and I could finally see again we were standing in the room with the mirror. I see Jr enter the room he stops when he sees a man standing before the Mirror of Erised.

"You?" Jr asked

The man turns around and shows Quirrell was the man standing in front of the mirror.

"No. It can't be...Snape. He was the one." Jr trials off

"Yes. He does seem the type, doesn't he? Next to me, who would suspect, p-p-poor s-stuttering Professor Quirrell?" Quirrell said

"B-but, that day, during the Quidditch Match, Snape tried to kill me." Jr said proudly at the thought

"No, you stupid boy. I tried to kill you! And trust me, if Snape's cloak hadn't caught fire and broken my eye contact, I would have succeeded. Even with Snape muttering his little counter-curse." Quirrell said

"Snape was trying to...save me. I doubt that git would do anything for me." Jr said

"I would have thought that you would have been more of a pain, but after Halloween, I knew you weren't going to be." Quirrell said

"You let the troll in." Jr said

"Very good Potter, yes. Snape, unfortunately, wasn't fooled. While everyone else was running to the dungeon, he went to the 3rd floor to head me off. He, of course, never trusted me again. He rarely left me alone." Quirrell said

Quirrell turns back around to face the mirror, I get a weird feeling but ignore it.

"But he doesn't understand. I'm never alone. Never. Now...what does this mirror do? I see what I desire. I see myself holding the stone. But how do I get it?" Quirrell asked

A raspy voice fills the room.

"Use the boy."

"Come here, Potter, now!" Quirrell yelled

Jr. the coward he is actually takes a step back. Quirrell moves forward and grabs ahold of Jr and pulls him so he stands in front of the mirror.

"Tell me. What do you see?" Quirrell asked

Jr looks in the mirror. None of us know what he sees but I can tell by his stance that he plans on lying. Especially when I notice that his pocket got a little bigger with the size of the stone.

"What is it?! What do you see?!" Quirrell yelled

"I-I'm shaking hands with Dumbledore. I've won the house cup." Jr said

"He lies." the raspy voice says

"Tell the truth! What do you see?!" Quirrell yelled

"Let me speak to him." the voice said

"Master, you are not strong enough." Quirrell said

"I have strength enough for this." the voice said

Quirrell unwraps his turban and on the opposite side of his face, another face is planted. It is Voldemort who appears kind of like a snake. He stretches out and faces Jr via the mirror.

"We meet again." Voldemort said

"You're V-V-V-Voldemort." Jr stuttered out

"Yes. You see what I have become? See what I must do to survive? Live off another. A mere parasite. Unicorn blood can sustain me, but it cannot give me a body of my own. But there is something that can. Something, that conveniently enough, lies in your pocket!" Voldemort said