Another Weasley

Chapter 21

A/N- Ok so this chapter I'm just going to do a memory moment when he thinks back to his detentions with Quirrell. This is going to be one of them.

I walk into the DADA classroom.

" Professor?" I ask.

" C-come in W-Weasley." He stutters.

I walked up to his office where I entered and he was sitting there at his desk.

" What am I doing sir? Lines? Cleaning trophies?"

" Quite contrary." He says.

I notice the no stutter. He could tell noticed that I noticed but before I could say anything I was on the ground in ropes. He started chanting some enchantments. My guess silencing ones. He closed the door slowly.

" Now then, Weasley, what do you know about the Philosopher's Stone?"

" It's owned by Nikolas Flamel and his wife. It's the elixir of life and one bit of it can keep a man or women alive forever. " I say.

" Very good."

" Thank you."

" Shut up. Now then, where is it?"

" I do not know sir."

" Certainly you're bright enough to know? I know you encountered that blasted three headed dog. Is it there? I only saw him by mistake one day while searching the halls. "

" I mustn't say anything sir that I don't know where it is."

" LIES. HE KNOWS ITS LOCATION!" A voice yells.

" My lord be patient. He will talk. Soon." Quirrell assures the voice.

" I won't talk sir! I don't know where the Stone is! Maybe with Flamel! Or a vault!"

" I've already tried both.." he sighs.

" Oh well then I don't know."

" You do! Speak!"

" I don't know!"

" LIES!! CRUCIO!!"

Pain shoots through my body as I twitch. My restraints were off and I knock over table holding a vase. It lands on me and dust goes everywhere. I cough and splutter as my screams interject. I gag and gasp for air and he stops.

" I believe. That is all. Don't speak of this or else you will be punished, more severely. Return gimme tomorrow."

" Yes sir." I manage.

I massage my throats and leave his office. I repair my split bag and walk down the dark corridor to the commons room.