Death Eaten: Draco Malfoy X Reader

The Sorceror's Stone

You and Harry walked down a long staircase to an empty room with pillars around it. A mirror was in the middle of the room, and professor Quirrell was standing before it. Harry yelped and grabbed his scar.

"You?" Harry asked in disbelief as Quirrell turned around.
"I knew it!" you exclaimed.
"No. It can't be...Snape. He was the-" 
"Yes. He does seem the type, doesn't he? Next to me, who would suspect, 'p-p-poor s-stuttering Professor Quirrell?'" Quirrell mocked. 
"B-but, that day, during the Quidditch Match, Snape tried to kill me." Harry said
"It wasn't Snape, Harry." you say. "It was him."
"The girl's right, dear boy. I tried to kill you!" Quirrell snapped.
And trust me, if Snape's cloak hadn't caught fire and broken my eye contact, I would have succeeded. Even with Snape muttering his little counter-curse."
"I knew I read his mind right." you say.
"Snape was trying to...save me?" Harry asked.
"You catch on easily, don't you?" you say sarcastically.
"I knew you were a danger right from the off. Especially after Halloween." Quirrell said.
"Th-then you let the troll in." Harry said. You roll your eyes and groan while face palming yourself.
"Very good Potter, yes. Snape, unfortunately, wasn't fooled. While everyone else was running to the dungeon, he went to the 3rd floor to head me off. He, of course, never trusted me again. He rarely left me alone."
 Quirrell turns back to the mirror and you see Harry grabbing his forehead.
"But he doesn't understand. I'm never alone. Never."
"That was the voice I was hearing." you say to yourself.
"Now...what does this mirror do? I see what I desire. I see myself holding the stone. But how do I get it?"
A raspy voice called. "Use the children."
"Come here, you two, now!" Quirrell yelled. You and Harry walked forward shakily.

You walked in front of the mirror first. "Tell me. What do you see?" Quirrell said. You look into the mirror. You saw your family standing around you. Everyone. Including the ones that have passed in your childhood. "WHAT DO YOU SEE?" Quirrell yelled. "My family! The ones that have passed when I was a little girl."
"Useless!" Quirrell said, pushing you harshly out of the way, causing you to land on the floor hard, hitting your head. "Don't hurt her!" Harry exclaimed. Quirrell grabbed Harry and had him stand in from of the mirror. You stand up. Your head was bleeding. "Y/N, are you okay?" Harry asked.
"I'm fine." you say. "TELL ME WHAT YOU SEE POTTER!" 

Harry looks in the mirror. Harry reached to his pocket and gasped.
"What is it?! What do you see?!" Quirrell asked.
"I-I'm shaking hands with Dumbledore. I've won the house cup."
"He lies." came the voice.
"Tell the truth! What do you see?!" Quirrell exclaimed.
"Let me speak to him." the voice said.
"Master, you are not strong enough." Quirrell said.
"I have strength enough for this."
 Quirrell unwrapped his turban and on the side opposite his face, another face is planted. The face appeared kind of like a snake. He stretched out and faced Harry via the mirror. "Harry Potter. We meet again."
"Voldemort." Harry said. You gasped as soon as you recognized him. "Yes. You see what I have become? See what I must do to survive? Live off another. A mere parasite. Unicorn blood can sustain me, but it cannot give me a body of my own. But there is something that can. Something, that conveniently enough, lies in your pocket!"
"Run Harry!" you say as you take out your wand. "Stop him!" Voldemort exclaimed. Quirrell snapped his fingers and fire erupted all around the room. You and Harry became stuck.
"Don't be a fool! Why suffer a horrific death when you can join me and live?!"
"Don't listen to him, Harry!" you exclaim. "Never!" Harry exclaimed.
"Haha. Bravery. Your parents had it too. Tell me, Harry, Y/N Blackbird would you like to see your families again? Together, we can bring them back."
 In the mirror, Harry's parents and your sibling's faces appear.
"All I ask for is something in return."
 Harry takes the stone from his pocket.
"Harry, no!" you scream.
"That's it, Harry," Voldemort talked over you. "There is no good and evil. There is only power, and those too weak to seek it. Together, we'll do extraordinary things. Just give me the stone!"
 The faces in the mirror vanish.
"You liar!" Harry exclaims
"Kill them!" Voldemort exclaims.

Quirrell soared into the air and went after Harry, but you ran in front of him. "Stupi-"
you tried to say, but Quirrell threw you with his magic, causing you to hit your head on a pillar and go unconscious.  Everything went black.
"-Y/N, no!" Harry screamed.

Quirrell attacked Harry, one hand on Harry's throat. They fell to the steps. The stone fell out of Harry's reach as Quirrell choked him. Harry strained and squeaked. Suddenly, Harry puts his hand on Quirrell's, trying to get him off. Smoke furls from under his hand.
"Ahh! Ahh!" Quirrel exclaimed. He backed up. His hand is crumbled into a mountain of black ash. "What is this magic?" Quirrel asked as his hand dissipated.
"Fool! Get the stone!" Voldemort demanded like an impatient child.
Quirrell walked forward, but Harry put both hands on his face.
"Ahhhhhhhhhh!"

Quirrell backed up, then his face, which was horrendously burned, crumbled as he walked forward. His whole body was ash. He fell to the floor. Harry gasped for air. He looked at his own hands and hurried over to the stone. He picked it up and sighs. He then heard something. Turning, Harry saw dust clouds with Voldemort's face. The cloud rushes forward, right through Harry! Harry screamed, then passed out before hitting the floor. Now you and Harry were both out like lights.