The Great Adventures of Harry and Y/N, Year One

Chapter 16: The Man With Two Faces

The time has come! The final chapter that has taken so long to get out! It's now time to go back to focusing my writing on The Chamber of Secrets! I hope you enjoy this in the meantime!

As the two came out on the other side of the black flames both friends would gasp. "You!" Harry and I would exclaim in unison for the person who stood in front of them was none other than Professor Quirrell.

"Ah, I was wondering when the two of you would show up." I would gaze in shock, no longer did Professor Quirrell have his infamous stutter or the borderline panicky stature, in front of us stood a regular man.

"But I... How? Even Professor Snape is a more likely person to be here rather than you!" I would stutter out.

"Severus?" Quirrel would laugh, "Well I do suppose he would seem like the type to be after the two of you, especially mister Potter, next to him who would suspect p-p-poor, st-stuttering P-Professor Quirrell."

It was Harry's turn to sputter in surprise, "B-but I thought... The Quidditch match! He was trying to kill me!"

"No, no, no, that was me, Potter, I would have had you off that broom if it wasn't for him muttering that blasted countercurse." Quirrell would reply.

"Snape was trying to save me? And he wasn't the one who attacked Y/N in the woods?" Harry would ask out loud, bewildered though I wasn't quite as surprised.

"He may have had it in for you father, Potter, but that would have never been enough for him to try and kill you." Quirrell would reply, turning back to face the center of the room where stood the Mirror of Erised in front of him. "And he would most certainly never try to kill you L/N, he and your mother were rather close friends back in their years after all."

This information shocked both me and Harry equally and though I desperately wanted to ask more questions I knew the two of us needed to stop Quirrell from searching that mirror too closely, maybe I could distract him by keeping him talking and then get close enough to attack?

"Why did you attack me in the forest that day and not Harry if you're so deadset on killing him?" I would ask, creeping forward and slowly reaching my hand down for my wand.

Quirrell hardly offered the two of us a glance as he snapped his fingers, getting a startled yelp out of me as ropes appeared from out of nowhere, pinning both Harry and my arms to our sides as well as binding our feet, I hadn't been quick enough to grab my wand. "Trust me, Lord Voldermort wants you just as dead as he wants Potter." He would spit, finally turning towards the two of us once more.

"I understand that but Harry was right next to me when we discovered that unicorn, I have a small hunch that Voldermort would have preferred for you to take him rather than me. There's gotta be another reason why... Unless I just annoyed you that much in class, a shame you weren't nearly strong enough to take out a twelve-year-old, that's actually quite sad if you think about it." I would reply with a grin as a glower passed over the Professor's face, he had taken the bait.

The man completely forgot about the mirror as he charged me, grabbing my shoulder in an iron grip and slamming me into the dungeon wall behind us with his wand out and pointing at the base of my throat.

I would hear Harry's panicked gasp but my friend would remain silent, unable to do anything to help me while he remained bound and realizing that our best bet of making it through this night was to keep distracting the Professor until Dumbledore arrived to help us.

"I would have killed you on the spot L/N," he would growl in my face, wand putting enough pressure on my throat to make me gasp a bit for breath, especially as he dragged it up and under my chin, the chain of my necklace going with it, "if it wasn't for this accursed charm of yours."