My Own Treachery

Chapter 23 | Why Didn't I See It?

I couldn't let them get the better of me. Pushing the reflection, to the back of my mind. I turned around, facing them. As I did I cleared my thoughts, fully, leaving my mind blank. He walked closer. As I pulled my wand out, pointing it at him, causing him to stop walking.

"I'll be honest, I thought you'd be wise enough to show up with the, Potter boy." Quirrell stated, with an unreadable expression. I continued to look at him with narrowed eyes. When I didn't respond, he spoke again, "I suppose they are on there way now, I wonder whether they'll all make it here, or if it'll just be the Potter boy." He's referring to my friends, Hermione, Harry and Ron. "I presume they are still accusing the bat, ay?"

I replied with the Cruciatus curse. He didn't move out of the way in time, as he fell to the ground. He was crouched hugging himself. Walking forward, wanting to keep the connection, I was then thrown back, by a blue light, I presume the knock-back jinx was used. As I went, flying to the other side of the room, missing the mirror. My right shoulder hit the wall, it didn't hurt as badly as it once did, but it was enough pain for me to wince and hold it for a minute. I looked up seeing Quirrell walk closer, his wand now out, pointing at me. I quickly picked mine back up, getting to my feet. Just as he sent a red light from his want, as a white light left mine. We were both hit. I fell to the ground, feeling a familiar pain, the Cruciatus curse, breathing harshly, I held my stomach, feeling as if it was going to implode as the pain went on. I can ignore this. I need to! Now, get up! I slowly, managed to somehow stand back up, using the wall to prop me up. Still feeling the excruciating pain, as it rippled through me. Alright, good. On my feet. I need to stay that way.

"Yes master." Quirrell spoke, I looked to him, was he conversing with Him? It looked as if Quirrell had just gotten back onto his own to feet. I noticed the red brand like scorch mark that went from his neck and down under his shirt. I praised myself mentally, the stinging jinx hit him after all. Even burned him. Good, I hope it hurt. he then looked to me, "Impressive, girl." Quirrell chuckled, bringing me out of my thoughts, as he went on, "Once again, you must feel special, it's not often he's impressed." He then walked to the mirror, "I'd almost suggest joining us, you'd learn more, under my lords watchful eye, and quickly" He stated, observing the mirror.

I resumed my glare, "Special, sure. That's the word to describe it" I retorted, going on. "I'll pass on learning anything from him" I then flicked my wand, Quirrell forced away from the mirror, as his bats started flying from his nose. As the bat-bogey hex hit him. Once he was distracted, I pointed my wand, and a rope flew from the tip, wrapping around Quirrell, tangling around his arms, forcing his wand to drop. Distracted and caught up with the bat boogies and the rope, I thought I had the upper hand, as a yellow light escaped my wand, only for a blue one to hit me, breaking my concentration, my yellow light missing Quirrell as I went back into the wall. The bats that had flew around the room reverted back to being boogers, while the rope dropped.

"Tisk, tisk" Quirrell taunted, "I'm almost as disappointed, as am impressed by you girl. Surly, if that last one had landed you would've had me." He taunted walking, towards me, his wand up, "You seemed to have forgotten, I'm not alone, you're not a match for my lord, nor I." he paused as I chuckled.

Sitting up on my knees, I stared at him, "It'd seem I'm a match, for at least you, I presume without him, you'd be a true coward, kissing the bottom of my feet, I assume you'd do the same for him, if he had his own feet, yeah?" Before he could answer I went on, getting up, "Let my guess, you're only doing as he says out of fear? You're nothing more than a pathetic host, as he feeds off your fear, I bet you're no match for me alone"

"I'm not pathetic! You're no match for me." He growled, I struck a nerve.

Giving a light laugh, I spoke again, wanting to hit the nerve, harder, I wanted him to act alone, without influence. Perhaps if he's pushed, he'd would be acting alone, making him vulnerable, "It must be embarrassing. Tell me how many of his followers struggle with dueling an eleven year old, girl? Hm?"

"Fool, she's taunting you!" A loud familiar hiss came from the back of Quirrell, "She's playing mind games with you."

Quirrell, seemed to relax, once he was told this, he then held his wand up, making the fire hand movement, sending flames at me, I pushed myself from the wall going to the left side, then shot an icy blue light at Quirrell, the light turning into water. He got out of the way, I went behind a pillar in the room, thinking over what to do next. Coming to the realization, that my body was becoming exhausted. Not that I would stop dueling. Not that he knew. Not yet.

"Come on out Ravenclaw" He taunted, "Not feeling so superior now are you?"

With a roll of my eyes, I shot around the pillar, wand point exactly where Quirrell was, he was aiming at me as well, a red light left my wand, while a rope left his. He was going to try to bind me, I dropped to the ground, as the rope went over my head. When I dropped, my spell had missed Quirrell. Now On my knees, I saw the diary a ways in front of me. Quirrell was getting ready to cast another spell of ropes. I had to move. But I didn't want to leave the diary. I lunged for it, as ropes left Quirrells wand. The rope had me, as I landed on the diary. Unable to move currently. Looking around the area, for anything sharp.

Quirrell walked over, picking up my wand, placing it in his pocket, "Tell us, what did you see in the mirror, the stone?"

I looked up at him, feeling a familiar numb feeling in the back of my head, "Nope, I saw myself kicking your bloody Arse." I lied, then went thinking, how creepy the reflection was. My reflection, was standing with half of Voldemort

"My, how your lying has let you down." He responded, walking to the mirror, "I see myself presenting the stone to my master. But where is it?" He questioned.

It felt like it had been hours, of small talk. Well, Quirrell talking, to himself, while I trying to think of a scenario where I could get the upper hand. I assumed Voldemort was in my head, as if it were Quirrell I assume he'd question my thoughts, starting with details for what I had seen in the reflection. As well as every plan I thought of Quirrell would inform me how he would put it down. It was hard not to think, in this situation. I needed them to be distracted, long enough for me to get free and then continue attacking.

As if my wish was answered, the door to the room, opened. Harry running in, his wand up, and his face bitter looking. He didn't seem to notice me.