"Use the boy!" The cold voice hissed again.
Both Draco and Potter looked around - the first to act as if he was ignorant, the latter to figure out the source of the sound.
Quirrell turned around and yelled, "Come here, Potter! Now!"
Potter carefully walked over to his former professor. Draco moved so that he was next to the mirror and face Potter and Quirrell.
"Tell me," Quirrell whispered, "what do you see?"
Draco watched Potter squint at the mirror for a few seconds. Then Potter's eyes grew larger. His eyes moved down and to the left from Draco's perspective. He felt something in his pocket and his head snapped to the mirror. This gesture confused Draco.
"What is it?" Quirrell asked. "What do you see?"
Draco could tell Potter was struggling.
At last, The Boy Who Lived said, "I-I'm shaking hands with Dumbledore. I-I've won the House Cup."
"Nice one, Potter," Draco said, "I bought that."
"He lies!" the cold voice said about Potter.
"Tell the truth!" Quirrell said to Potter. "What do you see?"
Potter cringed and he looked scared. He turned to Quirrell.
"Let me speak to him," the voice said.
Quirrell frowned and said, "Master, you are not strong enough."
"I have strength enough for thisss."
Quirrell immediately began to undo his turban and Potter backed up a bit.
Then Draco's guess was confirmed: Voldemort was the back of Quirrell's head.
"Harry Potter," Voldemort hissed, "we meet again."
"Voldemort," Potter said in realization.
"Yes. You 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."
Potter turned and ran.
"Stop him!" Voldemort commanded. Quirrell snapped his fingers. Flames erupted around the room, making escaping impossible.
Potter looked for a way out, but was unsuccessful. He faced Quirrell and Draco again.
Draco. He was just standing there, doing nothing. Not that there was anything he could do, for that matter. His job was simply to watch the events unfold.
As Potter kept looking around, Voldemort continued, "Don't be a fool! Why suffer a horrific death when you can join me... and live?"
"Never!" Potter said defiantly.
Foolish Gryffindor, Draco thought. If he were in Potter's situation, he would be buying time instead of figuring out ways to get killed.
Voldemort laughed. "Bravery. Your parents had it, too. Tell me, Harry, would you like to see your mother and father again? Together we can bring them back. All I ask is for something in return."
Potter reached for something in his pocket and pulled out a large red stone.
"That's it, Harry. There is no good and evil. There is only power, and those too weak to seek it. Together we'll do extraordinary things. Just give me the Stone!"
Rage formed on Potter's face and he yelled, "You liar!"
"Kill him!" Voldemort commanded Quirrell.
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Draco Malfoy and the Sorcerer's Stone (BOOK 1 of 7)
Fanfiction*FULL SERIES COMPLETE* Welcome to the life of Draco Malfoy. Join him in his struggle to prove himself in his first year. Draco never met Harry in the robe shop that year-in fact, he barely made it into Hogwarts. And he most definitely did not run fr...
