The Boy Who Wanted to Live

Four Hours before:

"Professor what happened to your stutter?"
Quirell growled softly in annoyance and stepped forward to grab Draco's arm. Draco stepped back yanking his wrist from the man's cold grip.
"It isn't safe here, Mr. Malfoy," Quirrel repeated, pulling his wand out of his robes at pointing it at the child "For you anyway,"
Draco glared at the man in the stupid turbin and pointed his wand at the adult's face.
"Let me go," Draco said "Or my father will throw you in azkaban and your silly little turbin will only help you with one thing!"
Quirell grabbed Draco roughly by the neck and squeezed, his mouth twisted in an ugly sneer. Draco gasped and choked on his tongue. His heart sped up and time slowed down. Quirell watched Draco's grey eyes turn red as blood vessels in them broke. His cheeks were turning purple and Quirell smiled as he tightened his grip further.
"Do not kill the boy just yet," a voice said from within his turbin.
Quirell sighed and dropped Draco on the floor where he gasped loudly and clutched at his neck. Quirell grabbed the boy's wand out of his weak grip and walked away towards the Mirror of Erised. Draco coughed and pushed himself up off the floor, careful not to mess with the concrete dagger protruding from  his stomach. Draco limped toward the door but fire appeared in front of his face.
"Oh you aren't going anywhere, Malfoy," Quirell said, staring into the mirror "If I don't get the stone  this time you will be a good warning to that fool Albus Dumbledore,"
Draco gulped and backed away from the flames. He tuned out Quirell who seemed to be talking to himself and looked around the room for a way out.
"I know Albus hid it in the mirror somehow," he heard Quirell say to his reflection.
Draco bit his lip.
This was crazy.
No this was more than crazy.
This was downright idiotic.
This was...
Neccesary.
Draco supressed an angry groan amd ran towards Quirell with all his strength. In surprise the man decked out of the way and Draco threw his hands out in front of him. A reflection of his father smiling caught him just before his palms shattered the glass.
"Noooo!" Draco gasped as a voice other than Quirell screamed in anger.
The mirror fell with a huge crash and the frame broke in half.  Draco gasped and turned to look at Quirell who was frozen in shock. Draco ran and wrestled his wand from the adults hands.
"Kill him!" The other voice shouted making Draco jump.
The wand fell into his hands and the boy turned and ran, his leg crying blood underneath him. He hesitated a moment before closing his eyes and jumping straight into the flames.