Trouble Fox

I laugh in the face of death

"Hello. I've been expecting y- what?"

Brittany said as she walked in. She had always wanted to say that and it was not Snape, who she had been expecting, not Voldemort, who was even more likely than Quirrell. Yes, Quirrell. But then Harry stepped through the fire and gasped.

"You!"

He said. Brittany scanned the room for exits while Harry was talking. Ok, so nothing was as it seemed. But the Mirror of Erised stood tall in the middle of the room, probably holding the stone! She stepped behind a pillar of stone. Good thing she was small. Harry was tied with ropes somehow and Quirrell was talking to himself. She thought.

"I don't understand.....is the stone inside the mirror?"

What next? Brittany suddenly realised. Quietly she snuck behind Quirrell and looked into the mirror.

'All I want in the world is to get the stone before Quirrell does so Voldemort won't come back'

she thought. Harry fell over sideways trying to do what Brittany was doing and Quirrell was still talking to himself.

"Master help me!"

Brittany almost screamed as a creepy voice filled the room.

"Use the boy."

Quirrell spun around.

"Yes, Potter, come here."

Brittany found her courage again.

"Which one?"

She asked with a tone suggesting she wasn't freaking out inside.

"What? Both of you? Never mind."

He waved his wand and burning ropes wrapped around her arms.

"This is what I get for Gryffindor courage."

Brittany mumbled. Harry was still looking in the mirror.

"Well, what do you see?"

Quirrell demanded.

"I see myself shaking hands with Dumbledore. I've won the house cup."

Harry answered. Good lie. Quirrell cursed and ordered Harry out of the way.

"He lies....he lies..."

The cold filled the room. Harry had to go back to the mirror.

"Let me speak to him....face to face...."

Cold,high,creepy voice again. Quirrell unrolled his turban and sticking out of the back of his head was Volde-freakin-mort. Brittany mentally gave herself a reminder to use that more often. Not as scary. But what would be even better was to find out what freaking was in French and then- she was getting distracted. Something about eating unicorns. So if you are what you eat then Voldemort was a unicorn. Huh. Brittany scolded herself silently. Even more off topic in the face of death. Guess a year with the twins could do that to you. But maybe the randomness was a good thing to be used to her advantage...

"Now give me the stone in your pocket before you meet the same sticky end as your parents..."

Brittany decided this was a good time to put randomness to work.

"So if you are what you eat and you ate a unicorn then you are a unicorn. Not exactly evil, unicorns. Maybe you'll be lucky and be sparkly! Oh wait that's Twilight..."

Brittany said the first thing that came to mind.

"And that is were you are wrong."

Voldemort laughed....almost....kinda evilly.

"What? Not a unicorn? Sparkly human like persons not from Twilight?"

Brittany was either very brave or very brave or very foolish. Possibly both.

"No, the good and evil. You see, there is no good and evil, there is only power and those to weak to seek it!"

"I will remember that next time the Dursley's electricity goes out and Dudley is to tired to go turn it back on. You are taking this surprisingly well for a crazy old evil villain."

Brittany laughed.

"Ahh! I need that stone! Get rid of her!"

Brittany stopped at once. A red light shot at her. Funny, she thought the killing curse was green...