the twins that lived marauders era react

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.]

Harry: You? [Quirrell turns to face him] No, i-it can't be. Snape, h-he was the one

"I knew it wasn't snape, give me my money Barty" Regulus grinned Barty grumbled pulling a few gallons out of his pocket slapping it into Regulus hand Mia snorted at the two they remind her of a curtain two.

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

"The stutter was fake" James exclaimed "clearly" Lily spoke with no emotion.

Harry: But-but that day, during the Quidditch match, Snape tried to kill me.
Quirrell: [smiling evilly] No, dear boy. I tried to kill you! [Harry eyes him in disbelief and confusion] 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.

"Uh thanks snape for saving" James spoke snape nodded a little suprised at himself for saving the boy.

Harry: Snape was trying to save me?

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

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 again; Harry winces as his scar burns again] He rarely left me alone. But he doesn't understand. I'm never alone. Never. [staring 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?
Unseen Inhuman Voice: Use the boy. [Harry looks around, wondering where the voice is coming from]
Quirrell: [turns to Harry] Come here, Potter! Now! [Harry slowly walks down the stairs, towards Quirrell and the mirror] Tell me, what do you see? [Harry looks into the mirror, and for a few seconds, sees him standing next to Quirrell, then his reflection reaches into its pocket and pulls out a gleaming red ruby, the Philosopher’s Stone; Harry stares in amazement as his reflection smiles and winks, then puts the stone back in its pocket; Harry feels his pocket and realizes the Stone really is in his pocket, then looks up again] What is it? [glances at Harry while speaking] What do you see?

"WHAT the fuck just happened" Barty half yelled "I'm just as lost as you" Regulus said confused.

Harry: [looks at Quirrell, then back at the mirror, determined not to let Quirrell know that he has the Stone] I-I'm shaking hands with Dumbledore. I've won the House Cup.
Unseen Inhuman Voice: He lies.

"You need to learn how to lie better son" James spoke "I was eleven" Harry groaned "what's your excuse now" Mia snorted.

Quirrell: [angrily shouting] Tell the truth! What do you see?

Unseen Inhuman Voice: Let me speak to him.

"Wh-what the hell is that" Lily whined "shut up and you'll find out" Mia snapped "do not speak to me like that I am your mother and I deserve your respect" Lily said bitterly "there are only two women I call my mother and you are neither of them" Mia said angrily Lily huffed angrily crossing her arms James wanted no part of whatever was happening his daughter had his rage but worse and he wanted no part of it.

Quirrell: [as Harry backs away] Master, you are not strong enough.

Unseen Inhuman Voice: I have strength enough for this.

[Quirrell reaches up and starts unwrapping his turban as he turns so his back is to the mirror. Harry turns toward the staircase into the room, wondering whether he should try to escape, then turns towards Quirrell again. He is almost finished unwrapping his turban, save for a piece covering the back of his head. Finally, he removes the turban, revealing a scary-looking chalk white face. It was Voldemort. He cranes around and opens his eyes.]

"That's not creepy at all" Sirius scrunched his nose the dark lords followers of the past felt uneasy seeing their leader in this shape.

Voldemort: Harry Potter, we meet again.

Harry: [realizing his identity] Voldemort.

Voldemort: Yes. You see what I've become? See what I must do to survive? Live off another. A mere parasite. 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. [Realizing Voldemort is referring to the Philosopher's Stone, Harry turns and runs back up the stairs.]

[The camera pans to Mattheo and Mia hiding behind a pillar Mia raises her hand to sign to Mattheo]

Mia: [signing in french] What is happening right now.

Mattheo: [signs back] I'm just as lost as you are love.

"Where did you learn French sign language" Sirius asked "Narcissa and Lucius taught me when I moved in with them" Mia replied