A New Beginning (Harry Potter X OC)

I Called It

We walked into an empty room full of pillars around it. I looked in the middle of the room to see The Mirror of Erised and Quirrell stood right in front of it. The moment Harry looked at him he yelped and grabbed his scar clearly in pain. "You?" Harry said causing Quirrell to turn around. I fucking knew it. "No. It can't be...Snape. He was the one" Harry stuttered clearly confused. "Yes. He does seem the type, doesn't he? Next to me, who would suspect, "p-p-poor s-stuttering Professor Quirrell?"" Quirrell said proving that hi stuttering was fake.

"B-but, that day, during the Quidditch Match, Snape tried to kill me." Harry said as I looked around the room trying to find someway out of here. "No, dear boy. I tried to kill you! 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." He said frustratedly looking at me and Harry with detest. "Snape was trying to...save me?" Harry gasped almost in shock.

"I knew you were a danger right from the off. Especially after Halloween." Quirrell sneered. "Th-then you let the troll in." I realised. Everything was adding up now. "Very good Gaunt, 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." He said spiting out my name as if it was venom before turning back to the mirror making Harry wince again.

"But he doesn't understand. I'm never alone. Never. Now...what does this mirror do? I see what I desire. I see myself holding the stone. But how do I get it?" He said looking into the mirror angrily. "Use the boy." A raspy voice said. I looked around the room trying to find where it came from. "Come here, Potter, now!" Quirrell commanded Harry shakily moved towards him whereas I stood still where I was.

"What do you see?" Quirrell said looking down at Harry. I watched Harry as he looked into the mirror. His hand moved down to his pocket before I heard him gasp. "What is it?! What do you see?!" Quirrell shouted quickly. "I-I'm shaking hands with Dumbledore. I've won the house cup." Harry said clearly lying. "He lies." The raspy voice said again sending shivers down my spine. I whipped round my head, but I still couldn't find where the sound was coming from.

"Tell the truth! What do you see?!" Quirrell shouted causing Harry to move back towards me. "Let me speak to him." The voice said again. "Master you are not strong enough." Quirrell said as if he was talking to himself. "I have enough strength for this." The voice commanded. Quirrell sighed before reaching up towards his turban and starting to unwrap it.

The more Quirrell started to remove his turban the more darkness seemed to seep into the room. By the time Quirrell dropped his turban to the floor all we could see in the reflection of the mirror was a snake like face on the back of his head. The face looked almost dead; its blood red eyes looked like they could kill us with just one look. Goosebumps spread over all over my body as the creature started to speak.

"Harry Potter, Mia Gaunt, we meet again." The voice said barely audible. Again? "Voldemort." Me and Harry said in unison unconsciously moving backwards. "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!" Harry immediately grabbed my hand and ran straight towards the exit.

"Stop him!" Voldemort shouted causing flames to go up around the whole room. "Don't be fools! Why suffer a horrific death when you can join me and live?!" He shouted at us the flames reflecting off the mirror. "Never!" Harry shouted at him. "Haha. Bravery. Your parents had it too. Tell me, Harry, would you like to see your mother and father again? Together, we can bring them back." Voldemort said as Harry looked into the mirror longingly.

Voldemort then looked at me and somehow his face softened slightly. "And Mia, we can have the life that I planned for us. You can be what you parents would have stopped you being." He said as a mix of confusion and anger covered my face. "What would you know of my parents?!" I shouted at him angrily, I don't know anything about my parents why should he. "Oh, dear child I know everything about your parents." He said smirking into the mirror.

Harry pulled his hand away from mine only to fish the stone out of his pocket. "Harry no." I whispered. "That's it, Harry. 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!" Voldemort shouted his now calm exterior broken. "You Lier!" Harry shouted. "Kill them!" Voldemort reacted causing Quirrell to fly into the air each one of his hands grasping our throats shoving us to the ground.

I gasped for breath as his hand gripped my throat. His fingers getting tighter and tighter around my neck. Just as I felt like I was about to pass out e let go looking at his other hand that looked as if it was turning to dust. My eyes widened as he and Harry stood up. "What is this magic." He said as he looked at his now crumbling hand. "Fool! Get the stone!" Voldemort said to him. Quirrell was about to reach toward the stone but Harry pushed his hands towards his face causing it to turn to stone as Quirrell started to scream.

"Mia grab the stone!" Harry shouted. I quickly looked on the ground before crawling over to the stone, keeping it near my chest as I stood up. Finally, Quirrell dropped to the ground as just a pile of dust. "Are you ok?" Harry asked me as he turned around out of breath. I nodded as my heat was beating so loudly, I thought it was going to beat out of my chest.

We both smiled but mine quickly disappeared as a cloud of dust appeared behind him Voldemort's face moulding into it. "Harry look out!" I shouted. He turned around only for the cloud of dust to scream and pass through him, and then it came straight towards me. The las thing I saw was Harry dropping to the ground before I felt cold rush through my veins as I fell onto the ground, the flames flickering in front of me.