𝗗𝗢𝗡'𝗧 𝗦𝗣𝗘𝗔𝗞¹⁻⁷ [HARRY POTTER X Y/N]

𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗇𝗂𝗇𝖾𝗍𝖾𝖾𝗇: 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗇 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗐𝗈 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾𝗌

"i can help her"

𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙈𝙖𝙣 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙏𝙬𝙤 𝙁𝙖𝙘𝙚𝙨 | 𝖭𝖨𝖭𝖤𝖳𝖤𝖤𝖭
─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

IT WAS QUIRRELL. He would have never expected the nervous, stuttering teacher to stand there before his eyes. Was this some kind of joke? Did Snape set him up for him to take the fault? Quirrell wore a stern look, which made Harry uncomfortable. It was right under his nose all this time and no one but Y/n, or so he thought, was able to notice his strange behavior.

"You!" gasped Harry, walking down three steps to meet him at the same level.

Quirrell smiled. His face wasn't twitching at all.

"Me," he said calmly. "I wondered whether I'd be meeting you here, Potter, but I see Y/n isn't here. . .she didn't make it did she?"

He had no compassion or sympathy at all.

"She's not - but I thought - 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?"

Harry couldn't take it in. This couldn't possibly be true, it couldn't. "But Snape tried to kill me!"

"No, no, no. 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. Ropes sprang out of thin air and wrapped themselves tightly around Harry.

"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."