*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? No, i-it can't be. Snape, h-he was the one—
Quirrell: Yes, he does seem the type, doesn't he? Next to him, who would suspect p-p-p-poor, st-stuttering Professor Quirrell?
Harry: But-but that day, during the Quidditch match, Snape tried to kill me.
Quirrell: No, dear boy. I tried to kill you! And trust me, if Wayne didn't come in time to save you, and if Snape's cloak hadn't caught fire and broken my eye contact, I would have succeeded. Even with Snape muttering his little countercurse.
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.*
Quirrell: He rarely left me alone. But he doesn't understand. I'm 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?
Unseen Inhuman Voice: Use the boy.
*Harry looks around, wondering where the voice is coming from.*
Quirrell: Come here, Potter! Now!
*Harry slowly walks down the stairs, towards Quirrell and the mirror.*
Quirrell: 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.*
Quirrell: What is it? What do you see?
Harry: I-I'm shaking hands with Dumbledore. I've won the House Cup.
Unseen Inhuman Voice: He lies.
Quirrell: Tell the truth! What do you see?
Unseen Inhuman Voice: Let me speak to him.
Quirrell: 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.*
Voldemort: Harry Potter, we meet again.
Harry: 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.*
Voldemort: Stop him!
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The Dark Knight of Hogwarts: A Male Batman Reader x Hermione Granger Fanfic 1-4
ActionYoung Damian Thomas Wayne lost his parents due to a fire at Wayne Manor and only had one person to care for him, the family butler, Alfred Pennyworth. Ten years later, he's been accepted into Hogwarts where he meets some new friends, Harry Potter, R...
