Chapter 3

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Voldemort:

After Snape left, everything when silent. No doubt Quirrell is thinking about what just happened. I am pretty sure that it Snape was talking about was me. After a lot of pacing around , Quirrell started moving down what I thought was a corridor, but could I have been more wrong.

Professor Quirrall:

Knowing Potter was out and about, I decided that this was the right time to do my job. To kill harry potter. Also if I don't do it now, Snape is just going to find me and personally, I don't want to go to Askaban. I kept walking at a fast pace until I finally got to the third floor.

Apart from the lights turning on as I walked passed, I kept a low profile. I got to the door that leads to the room with the three headed dogs. I opened the unlocked door really easy, that I wasn't expecting. I slid through the door to the three head dogs (who have been called fluffy, I mean who calls a creature like this fluffy?) really quietly. But I wasn't quiet enough.

The first thing I felt was a goo sort of thing trickle down my face. It was the dog's ( which I am NOT going to name fluffy!) spit! I quickly got out my wand and made a harp come to me. Then I made it play music for about 4 hours, that should be long enough.

The dog fell asleep, and I managed to get down the trap door which had the dog's paw on it. I landed on some sort plant. I have read about these once, and yes I do read. The book says you have to be really calm, only then does it let you go. I decided I would give it a try, though its a little hard with branches try to strangle you, but eventually I got out and landed on a hard stone floor.

There was a door to my left so I went through it. There was a whole load of keys floating around. There was a broomstick at the corner of the room, which I guess is used to get the key to open the next door. I was never any good at flying. This time when I picked up the broom all the keys charged at me, oh great. My only option was to fly. I looked around for any special key and saw an old one trying to catch up with the others. I guess that was my key . When I looked in front of me, I saw a key that kept flashing invisible, that was the other way through the door. After a lot of flying and getting hit by other keys, I got the half invisible key. I flew badly to the door and unlocked it. Shut the door behind me and locked it again, traping the other keys inside.

I looked round and saw a huge drought set in the middle of the room. I tried to walk past it by the ground melted at my feet. Why did I leave the broom in the other room? I guessed I had to play. Then it occurred to me, the other key must have opened another room, probably with man sized chess in. I was never good at chess. But I was ace at droughts.

Then I started to play. There was a lot of A2 to C4 and things like that. But I won it in the end without getting myself killed. That is always a good thing . This time I went towards the door, I was able to get to it and through it. I found myself in a room with stairs at each side and there was a mirror in the middle. I looked in the mirror and saw myself happy and free from the war. Free from the things that troubled me in my life. I felt a tear fall from my eyes, " Stop it, its just an illusion, a stupid illusion." I shouted to myself. I hate it when I do that. It makes me feel like I'm going mad. But I was right, I can't show any weakness. Not today.

After a long time of waiting I heard footsteps running into the room. Harry Potters foot steps.

Voldemort:

After hearing Quirrall shout at himself, I knew we weren't in some corridor. I could hear him crying as well. I half felt sorry for him, I'm not the only one cort up in this war.

After about 3 hours I heard someone's footsteps. A sigh of relief escaped my mouth. But then I heard a lot of shouting. Mostly things like, "YOU!", "HARRY POTTER!", "YOU SHALL NEVER ESCAPE!". Then I felt a cold shiver run down by back, or rather Quirrall's back. It stopped and turned around slowly running up my face and then into my mind...

A voice that wasn't mine escaped my mouth " Let me talk to him."           Then everything went black...

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