Y/N Malfoy is Draco's adoptive sister and she is no ordinary witch - with a troubled past and powers she cannot control, she is going to Hogwarts to face her biggest fears. There aren't many things that would get you kicked out from your own family...
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"Ready." You replied as he walked over with the bottle. He gave it to you and you looked at it. This could be it, this could be poision if Hermione was wrong.
You reached out and grabbed Harry's hand holding it tightly. You both blushed but didn't have time to be embarrassed. You took the bottle and drank from it.
Hermione was right, it was very cold and felt almost like you just swallowed ice. You made sure to only take a little bit so there was some left for Harry.
Harry took the bottle of you quickly and then dropped it to the ground once he drank the rest. You then both shared a scared glanced and marched through the black flames. You were briefly got scared you would get burned but though you could see the flames surrounding you, none of them could actually touch you or Harry.
Before you knew it you were both on the other side of the flames looking around a brightly lit brick room. It was quite big and the mirror that you and Harry saw your parents in was in the middle.
In front of the mirror stood the man who broke past all the defenses.
It wasn't Snape or You-Know-Who.
It was Proffessor Quirrell.
"You!" gasped Harry.
You couldn't believe it. Quirrell was such a pleasant person and a coward. How was he You-Know-Who's supporter? It was supposed to be Snape, this didn't make any sense.
Quirrell smiled. He no longer looked scared and panicked like he did as your Professor. He looked smug and arrogant.
"Me," he said smirking "I wondered whether I'd be meeting you here, Potter. Glad you brought Y/N with you, my master wanted to meet her."
Harry pulled you behind him protectively, letting go of you hand.
"But I thought — Snape–"
"Severus?" Quirrell laughed, it was so cold and sharp, so unnatural for him "Yes, Severus does seem the type, doesn't he? So useful to have him swooping around like an overgrown bat. Next to him, who would suspect p-p-poor, st-stuttering P-Professor Quirrell?"
"But Snape tried to kill Harry!" You protested.
"No, no, no. I tried to kill Harry! You tried to protect your friend, your magic was so strong, much stronger than the average witches, but I won over at the end." He said.
"Just because I was tripped." You responded calmly.
You wanted to sound confident, though you didn't feel like it at all.
Quirrell ignored you "Your friend Miss Granger accidentally knocked me over as she rushed to set fire to Snape at that Quidditch match. She broke my eye contact with you." He turned to Harry "Another few seconds and I'd have got you off that broom. After I overpowered Y/N, I'd have managed it but Snape was muttering countercurses, trying to save you."
