Harry and I walk as quietly as we could down the staircase. Halfway down, we wince. Our scars start to burn, we look down to see Professor Quirrell standing before the Mirror of Erised.
"You?" Harry gasps. "I should've known it was you! You were weird every since we met you down at the pub!" I cried. "Me, I wondered whether I'd be meeting you here, Potters." Quirrell said calmly. "But I thought...Snape-"
"Severus?" He laughed. "Yes, Severus does seem the type, doesn't he? So useful to have him swooping around like an over-grown bat. Next to him, who would suspect p-p-poor, st-stuttering P-Professor Quirrell?" "But Snape tried to kill me!" Harry yelled.
"No, no, no. I tried to kill you! And if Snape's cloak hadn't caught on fire, another few seconds and I'd have got you off that broom. I'd have managed it even with Snape muttering a counter curse, trying to save you."
"But why didnt you try to kill me?" I asked. "I had orders not to." He says. "Wait...Snape was trying to...save me?" Harry asked. "Yes I knew you were both a threat right away. Especially after Halloween." Quirrell continued. "You let the troll in." I scowled. He smirked. "Very good, Miss Potter. Snape, unfortunately, wasnt fooled. While everyone else was running to the dungeon, he went to the third floor to catch me. He, of course, never trusted me again. He rarely left me alone." Quirrell turns back to the mirror and our scars begin to burn again. "But he doesn't understand. Im never alone. Never. Now... what does this mirror do? I see what I desire. I see myself holding the stone. But how do I get it?" "Use the twins." A raspy voice says. We jump and look around, I slowly pull my wand out of my pocket.
"Both of you, come here, now!" Quirrell calls. We slowly walk towards him. Harry and I look in together, it shows us standing there. The Harry in the mirror grins and reaches into his pocket, pulling out a red stone. He gives it to the Celeste in the mirror, she tosses the stone in her hand. I look at Harry and he subtly reaches into his pocket and nods slightly. "What is it!? What do you see!?" Quirrell asks getting impatient. "I'm shaking hands....with Dumbledore. I've just won the House Cup." Harry stammers. "No, I've won the House Cup." I argue.
"They lie." The raspy voice comes again. "Tell the truth! What do you see?!" Quirrell exclaims. "Let me speak to them." The raspy voice orders. "Master, you are not strong enough." Quirrel says. "I have strength for this." Quirrell unwraps his turban, turning his back to the mirror, I grip Harry's arm and we step back. "Harry Potter. Celeste Potter. We meet again." The face says. "V-Voldemort." Harry stutters.
"Yes, see what I have 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." Harry and I start to run up the stairs. "Stop them!" With a snap of Quirrels finger, fire walls block all the exits. "Dont be a fool," Voldemort snarled, "Celeste. Better to save your own life and join me. There is much power in you, you're stronger than Harry, you can do great along side me. Why suffer a terrific death, when you can both join me and live."
"Never!" We yell. "Bravery..your parents had it too. Tell me, would you like to see your mother and father again? Together, all three of us. We can bring them back." We stared at the mirror as our mum and dads faces faded in. "All I ask, is for something in return." Harry looks down at his pocket and takes out the stone. "Harry no!" I whisper. "Thats it, Harry. There is no good and evil. There is only power and those too weak to seek it. Together, we will do extraordinary things. Just give me the stone!" Our parents face disappear.
"You liar!" Harry yells. "Kill them!" Quirrel flies to us and Harry tosses me the stone. but before I could even run off, Quirrell grabs my leg and making me fall to the ground and he pushes harry with his free hand choking him. "Harry!" I yell, I try kicking him off me but it doesn't work. Harry puts his hand on top of Quirrells and smoke furls from under his hand as he winces, I do the same making him let go of me.
He backs up away from us. His hands crumbling into ash. "What is this magic?" He cries. "Fool! Get the stone!" Voldemort yells. Quirrell walks towards us, Harry and I touch his face and push him to a wall, he starts to scream in pain. We both stand there looking at our hands as Quirrell continues to scream. He walks forward and crumbles, his body turns into ash and falls to the floor, leaving only his clothing. Harry and rush to the stone and Harry picks it up. I turn around to see a dust cloud form from Quirrell's corpse and Voldemort's face rushes forward screaming, I push Harry out of the way and it goes through me instead, making me scream in pain. Voldemort flies away and Harry quickly rushes to me.
Then everything went black.
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A/N: Omg one more chapter and its over 😭
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Anything For Her : Book 1
FantasíaAfter Harry and Celeste Potters parents were killed by Lord Voldemort they were stuck with their Aunt, Uncle and their horrible cousin. Although they were constantly getting picked on, they were glad they had each other. But would that change when...
