The Students of 1976 are in for a shock when 8 movies and 16 students fall through the ceiling claiming to be from the future, can they be trusted? Can the future be saved? And why in Merlin's name do two of them look like james and lily, with parts...
"I knew it!" Dahlia exclaimed, her eyes full of self validation.
{The camera turned around to show Quirrell}
"Really? I thought you would have guessed Snape. He seems the type after all, far more likely than P..P.. poor Stuttering me" Quirrell said slightly surprised, this girl was smarter than he thought. "He may seem like the type, however he's a Slytherin, he has far more cunning then to publicly hex a student or let loose a mountain troll." Dahlia shrugged, leaving put the fact on their bond as Godfather and Goddaughter."Never the matter, I shall deal with you both momentarily" Quirrell said, casting a binding spell that wrapped ropes around them. "Deep breaths" Harry whispered, his sister just calmed from her last ordeal with ropes and now this, he could feel her panic rising fast.
"I swear to Merlin... If he touches so much as a hair on their heads..." James practically growled out, holding both of his kids closer to him. Harry turned his head away from the screen, casting a subtle noise blocker around him, he saw enough of this moment in his nightmares he didn't need to see it again.
"How do I get it? I see the stone, I see me holding it but how do I get it?" Quirrel muttered, looking the mirror over, the old fool had to have put an enchantment on it or something. "Use the children" a voice rasped, echoing around the room, the twins froze, frantically looking around the room for where that voice came from.
Walburga as well as several other older members of dark families perked up, they knew that voice well. Dumbledore, Alastor and Fleamont stared at the screen, their suspicions coming closer but in fleamont's case he hoped he was wrong. The group shudder at hearing that dreaded voice again, how they loathed that voice and who it belonged to, how they hated that no matter what they try, they could never be free of that voice in their nightmares.
Quirrell whirled around, summoning both twins to the spot next to him, he released the spell, knowing the children were smart enough to know they stood no chance. "What do you see" he demanded, Dahlia and Harry looked at the mirror, their mirroered selves winked before Harry placed a red stone into Dahlia's pocket. Dahlia subtly reached her hand towards her pocket, her eyes widened just a fraction as she felt the stone in her pocket. "What ?! What is it you see?" Quirrel demanded again, "I'm a famous quidditch player, I'm shaking hands with the minister" Dahlia said first, her lie convincing. She ignored the brief headache she got, believing its just from her panic. "Uh, I'm shakimg hands with Dumbledore, I've won the house cup" Harry said, his own lie just as believable, Harry felt the same brief headache as his sister did. "They Lie" the voice hissed, having seen it, "Tell me the truth! What did you see!" He demanded, his voice rising. "Let me speak to them" the voice rasped "Master, your not strong enough" Quirrel said worriedly, "I am strong enough for this" the voice rasped, Quirrell turned, unwrapping his turban before fully taking it off, there on the back of his head was Lord Voldemort.
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The hall broke out into screams and shrieks as everyone looked at the monstrosity. "Voldemort was in a school with children" Lily yelled, her mind zeroing in on that one fact, that monster was close to her children. The group cringed, they definitely didn't miss that face, "wait a moment, didn't fred and George throw snowballs at quirrell's turban?" rabastin asked, his mind replaying that moment. "Yea... That means.. The twins threw snowballs at voldemort's face" Marlene said, catching on as she let out a snort.
