𝓚𝓮𝓮𝓻𝓪 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓞𝓽𝓽𝓮𝓻 !!!DISCONTINUED!!!

The Philosopher's Stone & End Of 1st Year

Safe to say, Ziad and Harry were shocked to find Quirrell in front of them.

Ziad & Harry: YOU!

Quirrell turned around wearing a wicked smile on his face, which Ziad scowled at.

Quirrell: Me. I wondered when I'd be meeting you here, Potter. (turns to Ziad) You as well, Keera.

Ziad: You're not stuttering. You're the true thief Snape talked about.

Harry: But, I thought...Snape...

Quirrell: (laughs) Severus? He does seem the type, doesn't it? So useful to have him swooping around like an overgrown bat. Nest to him, who would suspect p-p-poor st-stuttering P-Professor Quirrell.

Harry: But Snape tried to kill me!

Quirrell: No, no, no. I tried to kill you. Keera and his little girlfriend Ms. Granger accidentally knocked me over as they rushed to set Snape on fire at that Quidditch Match. They broke me eye contact with you. Few more seconds and I'd have got you off your broom. I'd have managed it before then if Snape hadn't been muttering the counter-curse, trying to save you.

Harry and Ziad were in disbelief.

Harry: Snape tried to save me?

Quirrell: Of course. It was a waste of time and Dumbledore was always around watching, even after I let that troll loose-

Ziad lost his shit as took out his wand and fired a lightning bolt at Quirrell, who easily dodged it.

Ziad: (in Arabic) YOU SON OF A BITCH! (in English) YOU NEARLY KILLED MY BEST FRIENDS!

Quirrell snapped his fingers and ropes rose sprang out and wrapped themselves around Harry and Ziad.

Quirrell: You're both too nosy to live. Scurrying around the school in Halloween like that, for all I knew, you'd have seen me coming to look at what was guarding the Stone. I have a gift with trolls, you saw the one in the bathroom. Snape had already suspected me, went straight to the-

Ziad: Blah, blah, blah. (in Arabic) Shut up.

Quirrell: (backhands Ziad) I will not be interrupted, Keera! However, my master will be pleased to meet you.

Ziad: What the fuck does your master want with me?!

Quirrell: (laughs wickedly) You truly have no idea, do you? How interesting, how Dumbledore's not told you. Now, be quiet, both of you! I need to examine this interesting mirror.

Harry and Ziad looked at the mirror and recognized it immediately.

It was the Mirror of Erised.

Quirrell: (muttering) This mirror is the key to finding the Stone. Trust Dumbledore to come up with something like this...But he's in London. I'll be long gone by the time he gets back.

Ziad: (in his head) Does this guy ever shut his fucking mouth?

Ziad widened his eyes and looked at Harry, who looked back. Even without reading his mind, Ziad knew that Harry was thinking the same thing.

They needed to keep him talking.

Quirrell: (muttering) Snape...always suspected me all along. Tried to frighten me...as though he could, when I had Lord Voldemort on my side

Ziad: Voldemort, huh? You mean that pussy that couldn't even kill a damn baby?

Quirrell: (turns to Ziad) YOU DARE DISRESPECT THE DARK LORD?!