The day we met

The Mirror of Erised

I sigh. "It was a good choice telling him..." I try to convince myself. I notice that I'm walking back and forth through the room. I stand still and sit down against the wall.

Harry looks around the room. It looks like some sort of basement. He only sees a mirror and... a man. At first, Harry doesn't recognize him, but when he looks closer, he sees that it's professor Quirrell. The confusion can be seen in his eyes. 'You...' Harry stutters. 'Yes, me,' Quirrell says. 'I-- I don't understand.' Quirrell sighs and starts talking: 'who do you think made Lucius and Narcissa make those Howlers? Who do you think that made Lucius write that letter? That was I, just like that it was me who told Hagrid the right way to calm Fluffy down.'

Harry gets more and more confused by the minute. 'But how did you came across all those tests?' he asks. Quirrell laughs. 'Poor Harry, let me explain that: I'm a teacher at Hogwarts. I know everything about every class you follow. Of course, I knew that Minerva bewitched that chessboard and that Snape used his knowledge about potions to protect it. Besides, who would ever suspect the poor stuttering professor Quirrell?' he says. Harry swallows. 'But where do you need that Stone for?' Harry asks. Quirrell laughs again. 'I don't need it for myself... because you see, I'm not alone here...' 

"Let me talk to him..." Harry hears a voice saying. 'But are you strong enough for that, master?' Quirrell asks.

After a short talk between Quirrell and the voice, Quirrell points at Harry. 'You! Come here,' he commends. Harry walks slowly to Quirrell and the mirror. 'Look into this and tell me what you see,' Quirrell says. Harry swallows and looks into the mirror. He sees himself and the Philosopher's Stone. He takes it out of the pocket of his robe. Harry feels there and it's there indeed. He looks surprised at his reflection. 

'What do you see?' Quirrell asks impatiently. 'It's Uhm... me. I'm holding the Quidditch Cup! Gryffindor won,' Harry says. "He's lying", the voice says. 

Harry steps slowly back. "Let me talk to him now," again that voice. It starts to hurt in Harry's scar. 'Are you sure, master?' Quirrell asks. "Yessss..." Quirrell turns around so that Harry looks at his back. 

Slowly, he raises his hands in the air, and slowly he puts off his tulband. Harry swallows by the sight of the face that's on the back of Quirrell's head. It's Voldemort. 'You-- you're Voldemort!' Harry says shocked. Voldemort's face laughs. "I know you have that Stone in your pocket, Potter", it says. Harry swallows again and takes the Stone then out of his pocket. 

"Yeah... now, give it to me", Voldemort says. Harry shakes heavily his head. 'Never!' he shouts. "Imagine what we could achieve if you join me. We could rule over the world together! I can bring your parents back! Just give me that Stone!" Harry still doens't move. 'You're a liar!' he says and he wants to run away. But at that time, fire appears everywhere. Harry stops abruptly."Kill him!" Voldemort says. Quirrell runs to Harry and pushes him to the ground. The Stone rolls over the ground. 

Suddenly, Harry feels Quirrell's hand over his troath. He can barely breathe. He tries to moves Quirrell's hand, but the moment he touches it, it turns to stone and breaks. Quirrell lets immediately go of Harry. That gives Harry an idea. 

He stands up and grabs Quirrell's face and that turns to stone too. With a lot of noises, Quirrell eventually turns completely into stone that turns into dust. Voldemort yells loud. Harry grabs the stone and looks at the dust that once was Quirrell. He doesn't notice the ghost-like shade behind him. The moment Harry turns around, the ghost of Voldemort went through him. 

It happens with such speed, that Harry falls backward and keeps laying there. Unconcious. With the Stone in his hand.