Always There

Chapter 11

Harry and Olivia were walking down a long staircase to an empty room with pillars around it. The Mirror of Erised was in the middle of the room, a man was standing before it. Quirrell stood there looking into the mirror. Harry yelped and grabbed his scar. "You? No. It can't be...Snape. He was the one-" Harry muttered and Olivia hair turned white and red.

"Yes. He does seem the type, doesn't he? Next to me, who would suspect, p-p-poor s-stuttering Professor Quirrell?" Quirrell asked with this look on his face as Olivia snarled. She took a step, but Quirrell pulled out his wand and pointed it out her. "Back up you pathetic child." Olivia did as she was told. 

"That made no since, you know that right?" Olivia asked with a raised eyebrow. Quirrell shot a spell at her and it clipped her shoulder. "Bitch!" She cried as she gripped her shoulder in pain. 

"B-but, that day, during the Quidditch Match, Snape tried to kill me." Harry asked confused as he tried to process everything. He didn't understand how Quirrell could do any of it. 

"No, dear boy. I tried to kill you! And trust me, if Snape's cloak hadn't caught fire and broken my eye contact, I would have succeeded. Even with Snape muttering his little counter-curse." Quirrell smiled and Olivia tried to run after Quirrell again, but Harry held her back. Harry noticed that if anyone talked about her family or friends, Olivia was ready to throw hands. "Don't make me shot you in the other shoulder!" Quirrell growled at Olivia, but she just growled back like an animal. 

"Snape was trying to...save me?" Harry asked and Olivia scoffed as she looked over to Harry. She knew he wasn't that daft, but he was sure acting like it. 

"I knew you two were a danger right from the off. Especially after Halloween." Olivia's hair went white and her face paled, she was no longer the fighter. 

"Th-then you let the troll in."  Olivia stuttered and Quirrell nodded with a smile. He was scaring her and thats what he wanted to do. Olivia took a couple deep breaths trying to calm her racing mind. 

"Very good Olivia, yes. Snape, unfortunately, wasn't fooled. While everyone else was running to the dungeon, he went to the 3rd floor to head me off. He, of course, never trusted me again. He rarely left me alone." Quirrell said before turning back to the mirror. "But he doesn't understand. I'm never alone. Never. Now...what does this mirror do? I see what I desire. I see myself holding the stone. But how do I get it?" Quirrell asked someone, the Olivia and Harry looked around. But there was no one else in the room. 

"Use the boy." A raspy voice, called out making those two jump. Olivia's eyes widened, she knew that voice. It was the one that haunted her nightmares. 

"Come here, Potter, now!" Quirrell yelled and Harry walked forward shakily. "Tell me. What do you see?" Quirrell asked Harry as Harry looked in to the mirror. 

The mirror itself winked and put the stone back. Very subtly, Harry reached to his pocket. There was nothing, he looked at Olivia in the mirror.

Olivia was confused on why there was a weight in her pocket. "What is it?! What do you see?!" Quirrell asked Harry loudly.

"I-I'm shaking hands with Dumbledore. I've won the house cup."

"He lies." A voice said and Harry shook his head.

"Tell the truth! What do you see?!" Quirrell asked again and Olivia kept an eye on Harry.

"Let me speak to him." The voice said and Quirrell shook his head. Olivia took a couple steps back, trying to come up with a plan. 

"Master, you are not strong enough."

"I have strength enough for this." Quirrell unwrapped his turban and on the side opposite his face, another face was planted. It was Voldemort, who appeared kind-of- like a snake on the back of his head. He stretched out and faces Harry via the mirror.