Tory Potter and the Pathological Liar

The Man with Two Faces

"Suspicious" was the first word that came to mind when I saw Professor Quirrell standing alone in front of the mirror.

I knew Voldemort was with him, so where was he…?

"Tory?!" Harry gasped as he back at me.

I ignored him, glaring at Quirrell. "So, it appears that you have finally shown yourself to be the snake you really are."

He gave a cold, cruel smile. "So, you knew?"

"Of course," I replied as I narrowed my eyes at him. "You were conveniently in the dungeons when the troll got in. You maintained eye-contact with Harry during his quidditch match. You drank unicorn's blood, slowly making yourself paler and thinner all year…" I looked up at the man with disgust.

His smile widened. "And yet, no one believed you, did they?"

"Professor Snape did," I argued.

His smile dropped a bit. "Yes, Severus would. He was on to me from the beginning."

"Your fake stutter is suspicious, along with your pathetic act," I stated firmly before crossing my arms. "So, where is he?"

Quirrell raised an eyebrow.

"Voldemort," I clarified, causing the man to flinch back from me. "You two are one in the same, but how?"

He was surprised, but soon allowed his smile to return. "How did you know?"

"Terrance, the acromantula I'm always with, is magic sensitive," I answered, "Besides, why would you need to drink unicorn's blood unless you were sustaining another…"

"Very clever…" Quirrell commented.

"Very clever, indeed…" Another voice, softer and hoarser, agreed.

I stared at Quirrell's mouth, realizing he had never spoken. I then realized that there was one thing different from Quirrell now versus when he was greeting us at Diagon Alley. "Your turban…"

Quirrell's lips curled into a nasty replication of a smile. His eyes twinkled like Dumbledore's, but not with light. "What about it?"

"Is he under the turban?" I asked slowly.

"Is he?" The man suddenly snapped his fingers.

Ropes sprang out of thin air and wrapped themselves tightly around Harry and I.

I fell onto my butt, but I knew I was right in that moment.

"Now, wait quietly, Potters. I need to examine this interesting mirror." Professor Quirrell turned around and began tapping around the mirror's frame. "This mirror is the key to finding the Stone. Trust Dumbledore to come up with something like this… But he's in London… I'll be faraway by the time he gets back…"

Harry struggled desperately in his binds, but he wasn't getting anywhere. "But Snape always seemed to hate me so much."

"Oh, he does," Quirrell said casually as he walked around the mirror to examine it's back, "Heavens, yes. He was at Hogwarts at the same time as your father, didn't you know? They loathed each other, but he never wanted you dead."

At that moment I read the scripture on the mirror again. It's not very helpful. If only I had a second mirror to tell me how the first mirror worked. I paused in that moment before I began to try to read the text backwards.

It read as followed:

I show not your face but your hearts desire.

I cringed at my stupidity, but quickly made my face passively as Quirrell came back around the mirror.

"But I heard you sobbing a few days ago - I thought Snape was threatening you…" Harry continued.