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'You!' gasped Harry. If it wasn't for my injury, I'd scream.

It was Quirrell, who smiled. His face wasn't twitching at all.

"Me" he said calmly. "I wondered whether I'd be meeting you here, Potter."

"But- Snape, he" Harry started.

"Severus?" Quirrell laughed and it wasn't his usual quivering treble laugh, but cold and sharp. "Yes, Severus does seem the type, doesn't he? So useful to have him swooping around like an overgrown bat. Next to him, who would suspect p-p-poor st-stuttering P-Professor Quirrell?"

I couldn't take it in. This couldn't be true, it couldn't.

"But S-Snape tried t-to kill Harry!" I croaked. Harry wasn't wrong. At this point I could barely stand up straight, my vision blurry because of the tears in my eyes.

"No, no, no. I tried to kill Harry. Your friend Miss Granger accidentally knocked me over as she rushed to set fire to Snape at that Quidditch match. She broke my eye contact with you. Another few seconds and I'd have got you off that broom. l'd have managed it before then if Snape hadn't been muttering a counter-curse, trying to save you."

"Snape was trying to save me?"

"Of course" said Quirrell coolly. "Why do you think he wanted to referee your next match? He was trying to make sure I didn't do it again. Funny, really ... he needn't have bothered. I couldn't do anything with Dumbledore watching. All the other teachers thought Snape was trying to stop Gyffindor winning, he did make himself unpopular ... and what a waste of time, when after all that, I'm going to kill you tonight"

"No you won't!" I said, using the last energy and strength that was in me, pointing my wand at him.

I felt the familiar of wanting to protect someone who was close to me, but something was different this time. It was so strong and my whole body was tingling.

"How sweet." Quirrel said coldly. "Potter's girlfriend is trying to safe her boyfriend. You're barely even standing!"

"STUPOR!" I screamed angrily at his words realising the tingling feeling out of my body, but Quirrel managed to block it. The force of the spell made me stumble backwards.

Suddenly a stabbing pain shot from my shoulder, through my neck and finally reached my head. I fell onto the ground, barely being conscious. I've never been in so much pain my whole life.

"JULES!" I heard Harry scream while Quirrell was laughing evilly and ropes sprang out of thin and wrapped themselves around Harry before everything went black.

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I felt a cold breeze and muffled chewing, but I couldn't open my heavy eyelids. My head was aching.

"Jules?"

My eyes snapped open. I felt dizzy and my vision was blurry. I was laying in a bed, but I didn't know where I was. Slowly, I sat up straight. I looked to my right where a certain raven haired boy with emerald eyes and a pack of Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans sat.

"Harry?" I mumbled finally getting back all my senses.

"Hey, Jules." he said casually.

"What happened?" I asked, looking at my bed and bed table, where tons of get well cards and sweets were. I took a Pumpkin Pastie and looked at him eagerly, waiting for the story.

"Well..." Harry started. He told me all about how after I passed out, Harry was held captive by Quirrell, that Quirrell let the troll in at Halloween, Snape was trying to stop him this whole time, the Mirror of Erised was also there and how Quirrell had seen the Stone in the mirror, that he was talking about some sort of master and also started talking to him and that his master told Harry to look in the mirror, that Harry saw the Philosopher's stone in the mirror and suddenly had it in his pants, he tried lying about it, but Quirrell's master had noticed it and then he wanted to talk to Harry, so Quirrel took of his turban and there was Voldemort sticking out of the back of his head, he wanted to have the stone, but Harry refused, they fought, but Quirrell couldn't touch him, Voldemort told him to kill him and finally he also passed out.

Just as he finished telling me everything the Hospital door swung open.

"Good afternoon" Dumbledore softly said, smiling at the both of us.