Forever and Always: Book 1 Of Always

The Philosopher's Stone

     "Ah, you're here," said Quirrell.
     Harry stood shocked and said,"But, Snape."
     "Oh, yes, he does seem the type and who would suspect poor stuttering Professor Quirrell."
     I thought a second and said, "So that means you let the troll in and you tried to kill Harry."
     "Of course," Quirrell replied, "Now, I need to find how to get the stone, but how?"
"Use the boy," hissed a voice.
"Come here," yelled Quirrell.
Harry tiptoed over scared and stood in front of the mirror.
"What do you see?" Asked Quirrell.
"I'm shaking hands with Dumbledore. We've won the house cup."
The voice hissed again, "He lies. Try the girl."
Quirrell pushed Harry back while wincing. I walked over and stood in front of the mirror.
I saw my wedding but at the end I saw my mum give Harry something he stuffed it in his pocket. I quickly looked back at Harry and he squeezed his pocket.
"What do you see girl?" Shouted Quirrell. I could see out of the corner of my eye Draco clench his fist.
"I see my wedding with all my family and friends attending, like I always do," I replied confidently.
"She isn't telling the whole truth. Use the other boy. She might tell the whole truth then," said the voice.
Quirrell whispered towards Draco, "Imperio," and Draco's eyes glossed over and he walked over to Quirrell.
Draco laid his head back and Quirrell grabbed his throat and tightened. He said,"If you don't tell me where it is I will kill him."
"Draco, remember Harry and I. You can fight it," I paused, "Remember the mirror. We were happy."
I saw Draco's eyes flashed back but his eyelids faltered and he collapsed to the stone floor. I went to run to him but Harry stopped me.
"Let me see them," said the voice once again.
"But master you are not strong enough," replied Quirrell.
"I am strong enough for this," answered the voice.
Quirrell unwrapped his turban and on the back of his head was a second face who I assumed was Voldemort.
"Ah the boy and girl who lived as they call you now. You know we could stop fighting. Harry, I could bring you and Rebecca's parents back and Rebecca I could ensure happiness between you and Draco. If you join me of course."
Harry looked at me shocked and we turned together and said, "We will never join you."
"Get them," screeched Voldemort.
Quirrell shot towards Harry but I grabbed his hand and pulled him away. Somehow though I burnt him when I touched him. I put my hands on his face and he started to smoke. I beckoned Harry to try as well and we brought him to crumbling pieces of dust.
I thought he was gone so I ran to Draco's side and felt a pulse. But when I turned around to find Harry on the ground and the mere shadow of Voldemort coming at me.
I turned to quickly see Professor Dumbledore and I whispered, "Make sure they get back, please."
Within seconds I blacked out, leaving my brother, my future lover and my professor far from my reach.
All that was left were screams, crying, calls for my brother, Draco, Ron and Hermione, and unconscious me.