After Harry and the other 2 continued on, they had to pass through a room with keys that flew, one where you had to drink a potion to pass through fire, and a checker board. At the checker board, Draco was knocked unconscious so Pansy stayed with him, and Harry had to continue alone.
Harry came upon a room, there were torches lit on every wall, and stairs leading down to a platform, where a mirror stood. He walked down carefully, slowly, and approached the mirror. There was some form of writing on it, but Harry couldn't read it.
As he looked into the mirror, figures appeared. He looked behind him, but no one was there. He turned back, there were now several figures. Two were beside him, their hands on his shoulders. They didn't have faces though, none of them did. As he looked through the figures, the only thing he could make out was hair.
The figures beside him, both male, had black hair. One was short and styled neatly, and the other longer and slightly tousled. The figures behind him all had hairstyles and cuts varying from long, straight, platinum blond to wild, curly black to short, spiky red hair.
Suddenly, a figure entered from the left of Harry behind a column that was holding the ceiling up. Harry gasped when he saw that it was Professor Quirrell. He backed up slightly as Quirrell came closer.
"What are you doing here?" asked Harry suspiciously.
"What are you doing here is more the question I think." Quirrell repliedHarry tilted his head.
"Did you know that when you answer a question with a question, you either don't know the answer or you're stalling?"
Quirrell scoffed and shook his head.
"Quite the Ravenclaw eh? You've all the qualities of the Houses, and couldn't be placed. How?" Quirrell moved to stand in front of the mirror as he spoke.
Harry didn't answer and instead asked, "What does it say, the writing around the mirror?"
Quirrell looked up, and Harry thought his turban was going to fall off. Then he asked, "Why do you wear that turban? It looks slightly ridiculous for you to be a man of origins from Englad."
"You're full of questions, aren't you, boy?" was his reply.
"I believe I am, but that's what makes me smart. Without questions asked, you may never know the true, correct answer. Unless you go about other ways to get it, of course." Harry said, and laughed softly at the last part.Quirrell read the writing silently, before looking back down at Harry. "What did you see in the mirror, Harry?" hd asked.
Harry looked back at the mirror, the same image appeared.
"I see people. A lot of them. There are so many different types of hair. Short, slicked back black hair. Shoulder length black hair. Those two are men, and they're standing right behind me, their hands on my shoulders, their arm wrapped around the other. Then, further on back, there is a family of blonde, a platinum blonde. Two people with long blonde hair, and another with short. The color reminds me of Draco Malfoys hair. And then, there is a group to the side full of wild hair. There's curly, tousled, messy. The colors array from black to types of brown, to a red."
Harry looked back to Quirrell, who was staring at him curiously.
"It reminds me of a family, Professor Quirrell."
Harry turned back to the mirror and touched it slightly, the image wavering slightly. Harry pulled his hand back, afraid that the image would leave, but it was already to late. They were fading away.
Harrys eyes widened slightly, and he whispered a silent 'no' to himself, before looking down.
There was a moment of silence before Quirrell started walking around, his shoes clacking on the floor slightly.
"Harry, do you know why we are here?" he asked
"The Sourcerers Stone, sir. Correct? You want it." Harry answered, turning to Quirrell
"Yes, but for good reason. I need to bring someone back from the.. dead."Harry stared for a moment, thinking of what to say, but all he could get out was, "Who?"
Quirrell smiled slightly, and turned to Harry, his hands clasped together.
"Mr. Tom Riddle, or as he is better known as, The Dark Lord, Lord Voldemort."
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FanfictionIt's Harry's Second Year back to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Peace was restored and the killer was found. And, there is a new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. But, prior to Harry's return to school, he had his birthday and tur...