We survived rewrite

Chapter 13

While he headed to the last spot his scar started to hurt.

"Ah!" he started to rub it tightly.

When he got there they saw someone they weren't expecting.

"You."

Then he turned around.

"Yes, it does seem tight doesn't it. But then again who would have expected p-poor s-s-stuttering Professor Quirrell?"

"But that day, during the quidditch match, Snape tried to kill me!"

"No dear boy, I tried to kill you! And if Snape hadn't been hit by 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 knew I could trust him.' he thought.

"Then, then you let the troll in?"

"Very good Potter yes. Snape, of course wasn't fooled. While everyone else went to the dungeon he went to the third floor and had me off! He, of course, never trusted me again. But he doesn't understand, I'm never alone, never."

He turned around and looked at the mirror.

Harry winced and rubbed his scar and tightened up his occlamency also.

"Now, what does this mirror do? I see myself holding the stone, but how do I get it?" Quirrell asked.

"Use the boy." someone said and Harry looked around.

"Come here Potter, now!"

So he walked over to him and waited.

He looked at the mirror and saw himself holding the stone.

"Well what is it, what do you see?" he snapped.

"I'm shaking hands with Dumbledore, I've won the house cup." Harry said.

"He lies." someone said.

Harry was confused. He had locked his memory as strong as he could.

"TELL THE TRUTH! WHAT DO YOU SEE?!"

"Let me speak to him."

"Master you are not strong enough."

"I have strength enough, for this."

So he started to unwrap his turban. They looked at each other and then looked back and saw him.

"Harry Potter, we meet, again." Voldemort said.

"Voldemort." he said.

"Yes, see what I've become? See what I must do to survive? Live off another, and be a parasite! Unicorn blood can sustain me, but it can not give me a body to my own. But there is something that can. Something that conveniently enough, lies in your pocket."

Then Harry started to turn around and run.

"Stop him!" Voldemort said and Quirrell snapped.

"Don't be a fool, why suffer heretic death, when you can join me, and live?" Voldemort said.

"Never!" he yelled.

"Hahahaha, bravery, your parents have it to! Tell me Harry, do you want to see your mother and father safe? Together, we can protect them. All I ask, is for something in return."

Harry started to take the stone out.

"That's it Harry, there is no good and evil, there is only power. And those to weak to seek it. Together, we'll do extraordinary things. Just give me the stone." Voldemort said.

"YOU LAIR!"

"Kill him!" Voldemort yelled.

So he came and jumped on Harry who dropped the stone.

Then he put his hand on Quirrell and suddenly his hand started to burn.

"Ahh! What is this magic?"

"Fool! Get the stone!" Voldemort yelled.

Harry looked at his hand and then put both of them on his face.

"Ahhh!" Quirrell yelled while Harry fought the pain in his scar.

Then he finally let him go. Quirrell tried to move but was still falling apart. When he was gone Harry picked up the stone.

Suddenly something came and went through him.

"Ahhh!" he yelled while he started to fall and pass out himself. But before he did he heard something.

"Harry!"

Then he was gone.