Supernatural and the Philosopher's Stone

The man with two faces

It was Quirrell.

"You!" Harry gasped.

Quirrell smiled. His face wasn't twitching at all.

"How--?" my mouth fell open.

"Me," Quirrell said calmly. "I wondered whether I'd be meeting you here, Potter."

"I trusted you," I said. "And all this time, you worked with Voldemort."

"But I thought--Snape--" Harry started.

"Severus?" Quirrel laughed, and it wasn't his usual quivering treble, either, but cold and sharp. "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 me!" Harry exclaimed.

"No, no, no. I tried to kill you. Your friend Miss Granger accidentally knocked me over to set fitr to Snape at that Quidditch match. She broke my eye contact with you. Another few seconds and I'd have got you off that broom. I'd have managed it before then if Snape hadn't been muttering a countercurse, trying to save you."

"Lucky Snape was trying to save him," I said.

"Snape was trying to save me?" Harry asked.

"Of course," Quirrell said coolly. "Why do you think he wanted to referee your next match? He was trying to make sure I didn't do it again. Funny, really... he needn't have bothered. I couldn't do anything with Dumbledore watching. All the other teachers thought Snape was trying to stop Gryffindor from winning, he did make himself unpopular... and what a waste of time, when after that, I'm going to kill you both tonight."

Now I had more respect for Snape.

Quirrell snapped his fingers. Ropes sprang out of thin air and wrapped themselves tightly around Harry and I.

"You're too nosy to live, Potter. Scurrying around the school on Halloween like that, for all I knew you'd seen me coming to look at what was guarding the Stone."

"You let the troll in?" Harry asked.

"Certainly, I have a special gift with trolls--you must have seen what I did to the one in the chamber back there? Unfortunately, while everyone else was running around looking for it, Snape, who already suspected me, went straight to the third floor to head me off--and not only did my troll fail to beat you death, partly cause those devil Winchesters saved your hide, that three-headed dog didn't even manage to bite Snape's leg off properly."

"Take that back!" I snapped.

"No," he said. "Now, wait quietly, Potter. I need to examine this interesting mirror."

It took me minute to realize that he was standing behind the Mirror of Erised.

"This mirror is the key to finding the Stone," Quirrell murmured, tapping his way around the frame. "Trust Dumbledore to come up with something like this... but he's in London... I'll be far away by the time he gets back..."

"I saw you and Snape in the forest--" Harry blurted out. 

I looked at him.

"Yes," Quirrell said idly, walking around the mirror to look at the back. "He was on to mr by that time, trying to find out how far I'd got. He suspected me all along. Tried to frighten me--as though he could, when I had Lord Voldemort on my side..."

"You're sick," I was disgusted as Quirrell came back out from behind the mirror and stared hungrily into it before he turned to me.

Quirrell pulled out his wand and yelled, "Diffindo!" and my skin on my arm started to rip.