The Potter Twins and the Philosopher's Stone [Draco Malfoy x OC]

CHAPTER 29

ELYSIA'S POV

It was Professor Quirrell.

"You?" Harry called before he yelped and both of us grabbed our scars.

Professor Quirrell turns around to face us.

"No... It can't be," I shook my head slowly in disbelief; How can such an innocent-looking man be behind all of this?

"Yes, it's Snape. He was the one," Harry said as I nudged him. This is not the time. There was no use of him blaming Snape now.

"Oh, yes... He does seem the type, doesn't he?" Professor Quirrell laughed out loud. "Next to me! Who would suspect, 'P-p-poor s-stuttering Professor Quirrell?'"

"B-but, that day, during the Quidditch Match, Snape tried to kill us."

"No, dear boy, dear girl... I tried to kill the both of you!" The man with a turban confessed with a grin. "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."

"Look!" I slapped his arm. "Snape was trying to save us!" 

"I knew you two were a danger right from the off. Especially after Halloween." Professor Quirrell gritted his teeth.

"Th- then you let the troll in," Harry uttered shakily. 

"Very good Harry Potter, yes... Snape, unfortunately, wasn't fooled. While everyone else was. running to the dungeon, he went to the third floor to head me off." Professor Quirrell added. "He, of course, never trusted me again. He rarely left me alone."

"So that's why you two were fighting that day!" I spoke. "You-- Argh!" Professor Quirrell looked at me then turned back to the mirror and our scar began to hurt.

"Oh, yes. But he doesn't understand. I'm never alone. Never," Professor Quirrell shook his head with a small smile, but then it disappeared. "Now... What does this mirror do? I see what I desire. I see myself holding the stone. But how do I get it?!"

"Use one of them... Use them!" I jumped when I heard an unrecognized voice speak so suddenly.

"Come here, Harry Potter, now!" Professor Quirrell demanded. Harry gulped and walked forward shakily to the mirror. "Tell me. What do you see?"

Harry looked in the mirror as I began thinking. I need to do something! I'm too young to die in a dungeon like this!

Then I see, very subtly, Harry reached into his pocket.

"What is it?! What do you see?!" Professor Quirrell urged him on.

"I- I'm shaking hands with Dumbledore. I've won the house cup...!" Harry tried to smile but he wasn't good enough to pull out a genuine smile.

"He lies...!" Said the voice again.

"Tell the truth! What do you see?!" Professor Quirrell shouted at him angrily. 

"The Girl!" The voice instructed and Professor Quirrell gave me a sharp look; "Elysia Potter!!! Come here!"

I slowly walked towards them, making a quick analysis of the situation and came to a desperate decision; See what Harry was planning. When I was standing in front of the mirror, I could see Harry's reflection looking at me and signalling his finger towards his pocket. I saw a lump, which could barely be seen.

"Tell me, girl. Tell me what you see!" Professor Quirrell yelled at me.

"We won!" I faked a cheer and shook Harry's body, winking at him as a signal that I saw what he was trying to show me. "Slytherin won the House Cup and Quidditch Matches! In your face, Harry!"

"Enough of your lies!!" Professor Quirrell screamed which made me and Harry shiver. 

"Let me... speak to them..." Again, we heard the voice. And now we can see who was talking.

"Master, you are not strong enough," Professor Quirrell's attitude changed as he said, fiddling with his fingers.

"I have strength enough for this." The voice said and Professor Quirrell unwrapped his turban. I gasped loudly; On the side opposite his face, another face was planted. It appeared kind of like a snake. He stretched out and faced us.

"Harry Potter, Elysia Potter, we meet again." The face spoke. 

Creepy... Wait. Meet again? No... It couldn't be...

"Voldemort," Me and Harry said simultaneously.

"Yes. Do you see what I have become? See what I must do to survive? Live off another. A mere parasite." Voldermort expressed, clearly not happy. Obviously. "Unicorn blood can sustain me, but it cannot give me a body of my own! But there is something that can. Something, that conveniently enough, lies in your pocket!"

The both of us didn't even have the time to look at each other. We just quickly turned and ran away.

"Stop them!" At Voldemort's command, Professor Quirrell snapped his fingers and fire erupted all around the room. We were stuck. "Don't be a fool! Why suffer a horrific death when you two can join me and live?! Live a life where the both of you can be so powerful no one can hurt any of you!"

Oh... That sounds interesting--

"Never!" Harry shouted at his offer.

"Oh... Oh! Um, No, thanks!" I nodded my head when I heard my brother.

"Bravery. Your parents had it too. Tell me, Potters, would you like to see your mother and father again?" Voldemort grinned at his own words. "Together, we can bring them back together. All I ask for is something in return. That's it. There is no good and evil. There is only power, and those too weak to seek it. Together, we'll do extraordinary things... Just give me the stone!"

As we turned to face him we saw our parents' reflection in the mirror smiling at us. We took in a deep breath and shook our heads.

"You liar!" Harry yelled as he turned away from the mirror.

"Kill them!"

Professor Quirrell soared into the air and smashed into Harry, one hand on Harry's throat, choking him. They fall to the steps. 

"Elysia!"

Harry used the strength and with all that he was capable of, threw the stone at me. I quickly ran and caught the stone.

"Got it!"

"No! Get her!"

When Quirrell started charging at me. As an attempt to stop Professor Quirrell from attacking me, Harry put his hand on Professor Quirrell's face. I expected it to do nothing, but instead, smoke furled from under his hand. 

"Ahh! Ahh...!" Professor Quirrell backed up as his face started to burn. His hand is crumbling into a mountain of black ash. "What is this magic?!"

"Fool! Get the stone!" Voldemort screamed.

Still loyal to Voldemort, Professor Quirrell walked forward, but Harry got up and jumped towards him to put both of his hands on his face.  

"Ahhhh...!"

Professor Quirrell stumbled again, screaming in pain. A truly horrifying scene... His face, which was horrendously burned, crumbled as he walked forward, trying to reach out for us but failing as his whole body turned into ash.

He falls to the floor. All that remained was ashes. 

Harry took a deep breath before he held up his hand. I looked at him, huffing and I gave him a quick high five.

"Wicked..." I stared at the ash for some time. "We killed someone. I mean you. You killed him. It's on you, Harry."

"Thank you, glad to know that--"

We jumped when we heard something, we turned and saw dust clouds with Voldemort's face. The cloud rushes forward, right at us! I put my hand in front as a shield. Both of us were pushed back and fell down. Then, Voldemort flew away as everything around me turn black.

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