The Sorcerer's Stone (BOOK 1)

YR 1 [CHAPTER 30]

                                                                       THE MAN WITH TWO FACES

me and harry walked down the stairs and slowly as we step down our scars were burning so bad i had to sit down at the stairs, harry noticed this and smiled at me

"stay here" he said

"bu-but" 

"no buts, ill try to figure out why is snape trying to steal the philospher stone" harry said

"and if i mean stay here, i meant stay here." he scolded me as i just nodded and sighed

he then continue to walk down.

harry's pov:

"You?" i said in shock as i saw professor quirrell .

quirrell then faced me "No, i-it can't be. Snape, h-he was the one—" i was so confused of whats happening

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

"But-but that day, during the Quidditch match, Snape tried to kill me." he laughed 

"No, dear boy. I tried to kill you!" 

"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." he continued

i looked at the stairs and saw y/n i shooked my head at her

"Snape was trying to save me?" i asked pretending that my sister isnt here because i want her out of danger 

"I knew you were a danger to me right from the off. Especially after Halloween." professor quirrell said while smiling evily 

"then-then you let the troll in!" i said still confuse, i side eye y/n as i saw her leaning on the side of the stairs hiding and listening intensely 

"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." professor quirrell turn to look at the mirror as my scar was burning i immediately turn to look at y/n and there i saw her holding her wrist leaning her head onto the wall sighing because of pleasure but then professor quirrell talked again making me look at him again 

"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?"

then i heard a voice that i cant seem to be familiar with...

y/n's pov:

i went downstairs hiding onto the stairs, i cant risk sending my brother down alone cause whatever is there speaks danger when i went down i heard a voice...

professor quirrell?...

i was listening to their conversation when i heard a unfamiliar voice then my scar dags into my skin carving 

"use the girl and the boy." i panicked

"potter, where's your sister?" i looked at harry but he was already looking at me shooking his head reminding me not to go out from the hiding spot but i sighed and stood up hiding my wand in my pocket

"looking for me?" I said raising my hand 

Professor Quirrell looked at me with a huge evil smile, I went beside harry as he whispered 

"i told you to stay" he scold 

"i cant risk sending you down here alone" i scold him back

"well well well look how pretty it is to see you lot besides eachother" Professor Quirrell scolded

"Harry! harry! come here" he called out to my brother, harry moved forward and step infront of the mirror i watched the scene unfold towards me 

"Tell me, what do you see?" Professor Quirrell said while harry scanned the mirror and look up 

"What is it?  What do you see?" 

"I-I'm shaking hands with Dumbledore. I've won the House Cup." He stuttered, nice lying harry you literally fooled him 

"He lies." see?

"Tell the truth! What do you see?" he shouted i moved forward making harry hide behind my back and then i took my wand out and point it at him

"shout at my brother once again and i tell you, once i chant you wont breath anymore." i warned Professor Quirrell 

"Let me speak to them" the unfamiliar voice once again heared 

" Master, you are not strong enough." 

"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, as he tried to tug the hem of your blazer 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 is Voldemort. He cranes around and opens his eyes

"Potters.. we meet again.." He greeted as i look at him with disgust, i expected a hotter villan to be honest but my life is too confusing to have a handsome and sexy villan to have 

"voldemort.." my brother sighed

"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." He said then i realized he was referring to the philosopher stone that my brother had the whole time.