Jack Potter and the Philosopher's Stone

Helping Harry

Jack's POV of Harry in final chamber against Quirrell and Voldemort

I was Harry as he looked at Quirrell in shock 'don't react, but you do owe me five galleons' I say in his head. As I said he did not react as he started to walk down the stairs. "You? It can't be Snape he..." Harry started to say when Quirrell cut him off.

"Snape, yes he does seem the type doesn't he" Quirrell states. "Next to him who would suspect poor stut...tering Pro...fessor Quirrell?" he asks stuttering at the end.

"But Snape tried to kill me!" Harry exclaimed and I rolled my eyes.

"Do dear boy I tried to kill you and if Miss Granger hadn't have knocked me when she went to set Snape's cloak on fire,  breaking my eye contact. I would have succeeded even with Snape muttering his little counter curse" Quirrell explained.

"Snape was trying to save me?" Harry asks. 'Told you so' I say in his head.

"Of course, why did you think he wanted to referee the second match? He needn't have bothered with Dumbledore there" Quirrell states. "Also a waste of time as I am going to kill you tonight" he says snapping his fingers. Ropes appeared around Harry tying him to a pillar as fire surrounded the room they were in. My nightmare is coming true I thought to myself but I won't let Harry die.

"You are far to nosy Potter for all I know you saw me come to see want was guarding the stone on Halloween" Quirrell says.

"Then you let the troll in, it nearly killed my little brother" Harry snapped at the end.

"Yes, I always had a way with trolls you saw want I did to the one in the chamber" Quirrell says. "Now await quietly I have to study this interesting mirror" he states facing it. While he observed it Harry tried to get loose. 'Just try to look into the mirror Harry' I tell him and he tries to do so.

"Now want does this mirror do? I see want I desire, I see myself presenting the stone to my master. But how do I get it?" Quirrell asks himself annoyed. "Is the stone in the mirror? Do I break it? Help me master" he says.

"Use the boy" an airy hoarse voice tells him.

"Yes, come here Potter now" Quirrell orders releasing Harry from his bonds. "Tell me want you see" he states as Harry reached his side. Harry looked into the mirror, except I could not see want he saw. But I notice a bulge appear in his right pocket 'lie Harry' I tell him.

"I see myself shaking hands with Dumbledore, I won the house cup" Harry states stepping away from the mirror. Quirrell pushes him away saying he was useless.

"He lies" the same voice from before states. "Let me speak with him" it says.

"Master you are not strong enough" Quirrell says.

"I have strength enough for this" the voice states. So Quirrell starts to unravel the thing around his head. But instead of the back of his bald head there was an other face. "Harry Potter we met again" it states and I finally realize who it was. The voice and face were, are Voldemort. "You see want I have become and want I must do to survive. Live off an other a mere parasite" he states.

"Unicorn blood can keep me alive, but it can not give me a body of my own. But there is something that can,  something that lays in your pocket" Voldemort states. 'Run Harry!' I yell in his mind and he tries to escape. Only to see the fire blocking his way. "Don't be a fool, why suffer death when you can join me?" Voldemort asks.

Harry looked into the mirror again while Voldemort and Quirrell watched him. "Tell me Harry do you wish to see your mother and father again? Together we could bring them back" Voldemort tells him.

'Lair!' I yell in Harry's head as he yells "You Lair!"

"Kill him" Voldemort orders and Quirrell flies at Harry pinning him down. The stone falls out of his pocket out of their reaches. 'Use your hands Harry' I tell my choking brother and he does so. Placing his hand on Quirrell's hand and it starts to crumble.

"Want is this magic?" Quirrell asks in alarm.

"Fool get the stone" Voldemort orders. This time Harry places both of his hands on Quirrell's face. He screams in pain before crumbling to dust except for his robes. I was pulled away from my brother by someone touching my shoulder.

I looked up from where I was leaning against the wall sitting cross legged. "About time Professor Dumbledore, Harry is through there he protected the stone" I state getting up. I stretched my aching limbs "man how long was I sitting like that?" I ask.

"About half an hour I'd imagine" Dumbledore states drawing his wand. "Go to the hospital wing I will retrieve Harry. Severus is waiting for you in the chess room" he explains.

"Yes Professor" I say and leave the room noticing he had removed the fire walls. "Hey Severus how are you this fine evening?" I ask entering the chess room. "Where are Hermione and Ron?" I ask noticing they aren't here.

"You are so grounded when school finishes Jack and they are already in the hospital wing. Want happened to your arm?" he asks.

"Dislocated it falling from the devil snare" I say adjusting it a little in the make shift sling.

"Let's just get you to the hospital wing" he grumbles guiding me out of the room and to the hospital wing.

A/N

Picture above of Quirrell choking Harry and this is not the last chapter.