𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗣𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗼𝘀𝗼𝗽𝗵𝗲𝗿'𝘀 𝗦𝘁𝗼𝗻𝗲 | Harry Potter x Male Reader

•His True Face•

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Quirrel: Me.
He calmly said, a hint of triumph in his voice.

Harry shook his head, refusing to believe it.
Harry: No. This can't be true... It should've been Snape...
He said.

Quirrel let out a laugh. A long, and very cold laugh. It didn't suit him at all.

Quirrel: Of course. With Snape around, who could've suspected P-Poor B-Blabbering Professor Q-Quirrel?
He said, laughing even more.

He wasn't blabbering anymore. He spoke rather clearly, now.

Quirrel: Now, how does this damn mirror work?
He said, turning around to look at the mirror.   Y/N groaned in annoyance.

Quirrel: I see the Stone... I'm giving it to my Lord... But how do I get it?!
He said in frustration.

Then, a cold voice came out of nowhere, but just hearing it made the boys' skin curl.

Voice: Use the boy...
It said.

Quirrel turned around, looking at the twins.
Quirrel: Which one?
He asked.

Voice: Use the one with Glasses...
It said once again.

Quirrel's eyes fell on Harry.
Quirrel: Come here, Potter!
He said.

Suddenly, Harry was pulled towards Quirrel.
Y/N: Harry!
He yelled.

Black ropes appeared from nowhere, and tied around Y/N's body, making him lose balance and fall on the ground.

Y/N: Don't you dare touch my brother!
He yelled angrily.

But Quirrel just ignored him.
Y/N: Hey, did you hear me?!
He yelled, his voice was so strong that it menaged to crack the mirror.

Harry and Quirrel looked at him. Harry slowly pointed to his pocket. Y/N's eyes narrowed. They had menaged to get the Stone.

Quirrel: Would you shut the hell up?!
He yelled, waving his wand, as a black cloth appeared in Y/N's mouth, shutting him up.

Quirrel then looks at Harry.
Quirrel: So? What do you see, Potter?
He asked.

Harry looked in the mirror.
Harry: I see me and my brother. We're petting his cat.
He lied.

Then, the voice could be heard again.
Voice: He's lying! Let me talk with them!
It hissed angrily.

Quirrel: But, My Lord... You're not-
He was about to say, but the voice cut him off immediately.

Voice: I do have the strength to talk.
It said.

Quirrel gulped, as he started to unwrap his turbant. Where there should've been nothing, there was another face, sprouting from the back of his head.

It was like some kind of parasyte. It was white, with slit nostrils, like that of a snake, and a pair of piercing blue eyes.

Harry started to back away, both him and Y/N looking at the face in horror.

Voldemort: Harry and Y/N Potter... We finally meet. Have you seen what I've become? Just a spirit, nothing more than a Parasyte. Yes, that Unicorn blood that Quirrel, here, kindly drank for me surely gave me strength, but as you can see, I still don't have a body to call my own. But that wish may come true soon enough. So, why don't you give me the Stone in your pocket, Harry?
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