Deepest desire (A Harry Potter fanfic)

chapter twelve

I woke up but didn’t open my eyes as I tried to workout where I was, someone was carrying me. I slowly opened one eye and saw Quirrell looking forward.

“Where am I?” I asked. He put me down.

 I reached for my wand but I could not find it.

“Looking for this?” He said dangling my wand in front of me. I reached for it to snatch it out of his hand but he was too quick.

“Now I can get the stone for my master.” He said looking at the bottle.

“No, not Voldemort.” I said taking a step back.

 He reached for me but I dodged his hand, stealing back my wand and grabbed the potion that let you back through the fire behind me and I ran. I was at the purple fire but I felt a hand grip my shoulder and squeeze it; I yelled in pain because that was the place that I was cut when I fell out of the tree.           

Quirrell drank half the contents of a small bottle and forced the rest down my throat; I felt as though there was ice going through my body as he dragged me to the black fire and pulled me into the next room. In the middle was the Mirror of Erised, I walked the middle of the room and looked at Quirrell.

“It was you all along; my father warned me that someone was trying to get the stone.” I said; I stumbled back a few feet.

“But you never thought it was me, did you.” He said in a clam cool voice. “For someone so smart and gifted you really are very foolish.”

My sadness was replaced with anger and I pulled out my wand.

“You haven’t got the stone yet and you won’t as long as I’m still breathing.” I said.

“I won’t kill you; you will help me.”

I lost it.

“Stupefy!” I yelled. A jet of red light shot out of my wand.

“Protego.”

My spell rebounded and hit me knocking me into the mirror making me drop my wand, I reached for my wand and got up.

“Why?” I said.

“To give my master the power that he wants.” He answered, “and you will help me get it.”

“No.” I said flatly.

“Pity,” he pointed his wand at me. “Incarcerous”   

Rope wrapped around me making me trip; I landed on my side. I could do nothing as Quirrell dragged me to the side of the room, then proceeded to walk back to the mirror. I got in the best sitting position as I could before trying to get out of the ropes but my efforts were useless.

I heard footsteps approaching and looked up, Quirrell heard them too and turned around.

“Harry,” I whispered. He didn’t hear me.

“You!” gasped Harry when he saw Quirrell.

Quirrell smiled. His face wasn’t twitching at all.

“Me,” he said calmly. “I wonder whether I’d be meeting you here, Potter.”

“But I thought – Snape-”

“Severus?” Quirrell laughed and it wasn’t his usual quivering tremble, either, 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 stuttering P-Professor Quirrell?”