If Walls Could Talk / Harry Potter x HOTD crossover

25. Quirrell

Paris / Ted Lasso out now!

"We need a plan, like going around, trapping the person down there." Davina decided. "In case if one of us gets caught, we still have three more people for a surprise attack." 

"Thats smart." Harry agreed. 

"But you are the bait." Davina admitted. 

"What?" Vaera countered. Davina tapped Harry's forehead. 

"It's like a beacon." davina remarked. "You understand?"

"Ron was right, it has to be me but I'm glad to have back up." Harry assured. 

"Good luck..." Davina chuckled. "Maybe you arent such a goodie goodie after all."

"You know how many rules we have broken?" Mattheo chuckled. "Put the lot of you in Slytherin, honorary Snakes!" Davina and Mattheo hissed at them. 

"Stop it!" Vaera begged. "Come on, we are almost there." 

Harry walked down the stairs slowly. Halfway down, he winced, feeling his scar burning, and then he saw Professor Quirrell standing before the Mirror of Erised. THe mirror he saw his parents alive and well in. 

"You?" Harry questioned, Quirrell turned to face him. "No. I-it can't be. Snape, h-he was the one—-"

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

"But-but that day, during the Quidditch match, Snape tried to kill me." Harry recalled. Quirrell smiled evilly.

"No, dear boy. I tried to kill you." he admitted. Confusion and disbelief filled him, no it had to be Snape. "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 counter curse." he hissed.

"Counter. Curse." Davina hissed to Mattheo. "I knew Severus was good." Mattheo hushed her. "WHo is this fool anyways?" 

''Defense against the dark arts professor." Mattheo whispered. 

"Ohh that stuttering idiot." Davina agreed. "He didnt teach us anything. I went to Severus for proper lessons." 

"You have a crush Dav?" mattheo questioned giving her a pointed and possessive look. 

"He's my professor, boys are gross." Davina teased nudging him. 

"Snape was trying to save me?" Harry questioned. 

"He owes me a carrot cake if we survive." Davina whispered. 

"I knew you were a danger to me right from the off. Especially after Halloween." he muttered.

"Then-then you let the troll in." Harry realized.

"Very good, Potter, yes." Quirrell agreed. "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 turned towards the mirror again. Harry winced as his scar burned again brightly. "He rarely left me alone. But he doesn't understand. I'm never alone, never." Quirrell stared deeply into the mirror. "Now, what does this mirror do? I see what I desire. I see myself holding the stone. But how do I get it?" he grasped out for it.

"Use the boy." a voice from the unknown whispered out, Harry looked around, wondering where the voice was coming from. He was alone. Quirrell turned sharply to Harry.

"What was that?" Vaera whispered more to herself than anyone else, she caught Davina's eye across the way. 

"You hear that voice?" Davina questioned Mattheo.