The Girl Who Survived - Start And Stone

Quirrell All Along

"Oh Merlin, how are we supposed to get through this!?"

"Simple."

Ellie groaned. "Not a good enough excuse to use the word simple, Hermione."

Harry, Ellie and Hermione strolled forward to the small table that was occupied by seven bottles, all a different shape, size and colour. Their minds were frantic after Ron's downfall, even more so when black flames appeared at the end of the room, affront the next door and purple flames ignited just behind them.

"What do you suppose it is?" Pondered Harry.

"It looks to be some sort of potions riddle," replied Hermione.

"Snape's puzzle," Ellie assumed, looking around the table when she found a small piece of parchment. "What's this?" She snatched it and held it up to the light of a torch, reading it aloud.

𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐟𝐞𝐭𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝,  

𝐓𝐰𝐨 𝐨𝐟 𝐮𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝,

𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐮𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝,

𝐀𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐝, 

𝐓𝐰𝐨 𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐧𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐞, 

𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐮𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐬, 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞.

𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐬𝐞, 𝐮𝐧𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞, 

𝐓𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞, 𝐰𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫:

𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭, 𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐥𝐲𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐝𝐞,

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐞'𝐬 𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞; 

𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝, 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐞𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐧𝐝,

𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬, 𝐧𝐞𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝;

𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐝, 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐲, 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐢𝐳𝐞,

𝐍𝐞𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐧𝐨𝐫 𝐠𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐬; 

𝐅𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐡, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 

𝐀𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭.