To change the future to better one

Man with two faces

Harry walks down the stairs slowly. Halfway down, he winces, feeling his scar burning, and sees Professor Quirrell standing before the mirror of Erised

" what!!!!!!!!!!!!"

"Him"

"no"

Harry: You?

Quirrell turns to face her

Harry: N. I- it can't be. Snape, he was the one-

Quirrell: Yes. He does seem the type, doesn't he? Next to him, Who would suspect p-p-poor st-stuttering Professor Quirrell?

Harry: But-but that day, during the Quidditch match, Snape tried to kill me.

Quirrell smiles evilly

Quirell: No, dear boy. I tried to kill you

Harry eyes him in disbelief and confusion.

Quirell: And trust me, if Snape's cloak hadn't caught fire and broken my eye contact, I would have succeeded, even with Snape muttering his little countercurse.

Harry: Snape was trying to save me?

Quirrell: I knew you were a danger to me right from the off. Especially after Halloween.

Nobody dare says a thing too invested in the screen watching

Harry: Then-then you let the troll in

Quirrell: Very good, Potter, yes snape unfortunately wasn't fooled, While everyone else was running about the dungeon, he went to the third floor to head me off, He of course never trusted me again.

he turns towards the mirror, Harry winces as his scar burns again

Quirrell: He rarely left me alone but he doesn't understand I'm never alone never

Staring into the mirror

Quirell: Now what does this mirror do? I see what I desire. I see myself holding the stone, But how do I get it?

Inhuman voice: Use the boy.

Harry looks around wondering where the voice is coming from

Evangeline grabs hold of kings hand saying " Where is that coming from?"

Quirrell turns to Harry

Quirrell: Come here potter now!

Harry slowly walks down the stairs, towards Quirrell and the Mirror

Quirrell: Tell me....What do you see?

Harry looks into the mirror and for a few seconds, sees her standing next to Quirrell, then his reflection reaches into its pocket and pulls out a gleaming red ruby, The Philosopher's Ston, Harry stares in amazement as his reflection smiles and winks at him, then puts the stone in its pocket, harry felt his pocket and realizes the stone really is in her pocket, then looks up again.

Quirrell: What is it?

Glances at Harry while speaking

Quirrell: What did you see?

Harry: I-I'm shaking hands with Dumbledore, I've won the House Cup.

Inhuman voice: He lies

"RUN!!!!!!!!!!"

"HE KNOWS"

"GET OUT OF THERE"

Quirrell: Tell the truth! What did you see?!