Snape's One Wish

Chapter 13: Voldemort

"Ahh, Harry. We meet again." The face spoke with an evil grin upon his face.

"Voldemort." Harry stated while Angelica gasped.

"Yes, you see what I have become? See what I must do to survive? Live off another, like 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." Voldemort explained.

"Where are my manners? it appears that we have another here with us." Voldemort specified as he noticed Angelica standing behind Harry. Harry followed his gaze and knew that she was in danger.

"Run! Angelica. Run!" Harry shouted as the two children ran in the same direction they entered the room from.

"Stop them!" Voldemort barked his orders to his servant.

Quirrell clicked his fingers and fire erupted at the top in the staircase and the surrounding walls of the room, eliminating all their chances of escaping.

"Don't be such fools! Why suffer horrific deaths? When you can join me and live." Voldemort proposed.

Harry stood in front of Angelica and shook his head no.

"We would never join you!" Angelica shouted from behind Harry.

"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 tried to manipulate Harry, and in the mirror, Harry's parents appeared.

"All I ask is something in return." Voldemort explained. Harry reached into his pocket and pulled the stone out, unsure on what to do.

"Don't listen to him, Harry." Angelica said as she watched Harry slowly pull the stone from his pocket.

"Get rid of her!" Voldemort shouted.

Quirrell snapped his fingers and Angelica went flying across the room, hitting the wall hard. She fell to the ground and laid on the floor lifeless, with a small gash upon her head, slowly extracting bright, red liquid.

"That's it Harry, there's no good and evil, there's only power and those too weak to seek it. Together we could do extortionary things, just give me the stone!" Voldemort said finishing his speech.

"You liar!" Harry screamed at the dark wizard.

Voldemort glared at him annoyed that Harry wasn't giving into his empty promises, unlike so many victims before him.

"Kill him!" He ordered his servant.

Quirrell soared into the air and rammed into Harry with one hand on his throat. They both fell on the steps of the room and the stone fell out of Harry's pocket as Quirrell choked him. Harry struggled to get the professor's hand off him, but as he placed his hand on top of his, Quirrell's hand started to smoke from Harry's touch.

"Ahh Ahh!." Quirrell screamed out in pain and backed away from harry, holding his hand and watching it as his hand turned into black ash and crumbled to the ground.

"What is this magic?!" He shouted.

"Fool! Get the stone!' Voldemort barked annoyed.

Quirrell walked forward to get the stone but Harry put both his hands on his face.

"Ahhhhh!" he screamed in pain and backed up again.

His face, which is horrendously burned, crumbled as he walked forward, his whole body turned ash. He fell to the floor and Harry gasped looking down at his own hands and hurried over to the stone. He picked it up and sighed.