the ring︱harry potter x (fem.) reader

ss/ps: too young to burn

~ sonny & the sunsets

It's the last chapter of first year...

"Yeah, Dumbledore's off his rocker, all right"

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Third Person POV

Standing in front of Harry and (Y/N) was Quirrell. 

"You!" gasped Harry. 

"Of all people," (Y/N) says coolly. 

Quirrell smiled up at them. 

"Me," he said calmly. "I wondered whether I'd be meeting you two here, Potter, (L/N)."

"But I thought -- Snape --" 

"Severus?" Quirrell laughed, and he certainly wasn't stuttering. "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-poot, st-stuttering P-Professor Quirrell?"

Harry was speaking his mind, well (Y/N) was staying quiet because she was in so much shock. Harry on the other hand was willing to have a debate at this moment. 

"But Snape tried to kill us!" he argued. 

"No, no, no. I  tried you two. 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 two. Another few seconds and I'd have gotten you two off of your brooms. I'd managed it before then if Snape hadn't been muttering a countercurse, trying to save you."

"Snape was trying to save us?" 

"Of course," Quirrell said it like it was obvious. "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 two tonight."

Quirrell snapped his fingers and ropes sprang out of thin air and wrapped themselves around Harry and (Y/N), separating Harry's and (Y/N)'s hands, which (Y/N) had forgotten about, but Harry didn't because of how hard (Y/N) was gripping his hand. 

"But why me?" (Y/N) spoke up, "why does Voldemort not want me to live?" 

"Because foolish child, you survived his wrath once before," said Quirrell. 

"No, I didn't. Harry did. He survived the curse, I survived a fire because someone must have rescued me," (Y/N) pointed out to me. 

"(L/N), who do you think set that house on fire?" asked Quirrell. (Y/N) had a realization. 

"But -- why?" 

"Ask your poor mudblood mother," said Quirrell. 

"How can I ask a corpse?" (Y/N) asked. Quirrell laughed. 

"She's not dead, you idiot. Even I know that," said Quirrell. 

"Then where is she, I'd love to know to see her," (Y/N) replied. 

"That's why you're here. No one knows where she is, except for her beloved children," said Quirrell. "Children" (Y/N) repeated, she knew Anika was back home and didn't want to bring up the question of where she is because that could put her in more harm's way. After a moment of silence, Harry spoke again. 

"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."