Harry James Potter, The Boy Who Lived. He grew up as an ordinary boy, living with his aunt and uncle, until one day, he found out the truth. He was a wizard! (Well, and that he had a twin sister, of course)
Hannah Lily Potter, Harry's non-identical...
Harry and I walked out of the chess room, and down a very long staircase. At the end, was a large room, that was holding a mirror, which Harry had told me was the Mirror of Erised. In front of that mirror, stood our professor, but not the professor we had expected. "You?" Harry asked. The man turned. It was Professor Quirrell. "No, it can't be. Snape, he was the-" I started, before being interrupted. "Yes. He does seem the type, doesn't he. Next to him, who would suspect p-p-p-poor s-stuttering Professor Quirrell." The professor said, mockingly. "But that day during the quidditch match. Snape tried to kill me!" Harry said. "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." Quirrell went on. "Snape was trying to save him?" I asked, confused. "I knew you two would be a danger to me right from the start, especially after Halloween." Halloween? I thought. The troll. "You let that troll in?" I said, now angry. "Very good, Miss Potter, yes. Snape, unfortunately wasn't fooled. When everyone else was running about the dungeon, he went to the third floor to cut me off. From there on out, he never trusted me again. He barely left me alone," Quirrell said, now turning to look into the mirror. As he turned, Harry and I both grasped our foreheads in pain. "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 angrily spoke. "Use the twins!" A sudden, raspy voice came out of nowhere. "Come here, Potters!" Quirrell yelled, "NOW." Harry and I walked over to him, hesitantly. Harry and I stood in front of the mirror together. As I looked into it, Harry's reflection reached into his pocket, and pulled out a large red stone. "What do you see?" Quirrell asked. Harry's reflection then handed the stone to my reflection, which placed the stone into her pocket. My hand grabbed my pocket, and I felt something. Something large.
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"What is it? What do you see?" Quirrell snapped at us. "I, I'm shaking hands with Dumbledore. I've won the house cup." Harry said, lying. "What about you?" He turned to me. "I see my friends and I in the great hall, celebrating Gryffindor winning the quidditch cup." I said, also lying. "They lie!" The raspy voice spoke again. "Tell the truth!" Quirrell yelled. "What do you see!" He stepped towards us, threateningly. "Let me speak to them." The voice said, getting louder. "Master, you are not strong enough." Quirrell protested. "I am strong enough for this." The voice hissed. Quirrell then began to unwrap his purple turban. He pulled off the final wrapping of the fabric, to reveal another head on the back of his. "Harry and Hannah Potter." The voice spoke, now coming from the face. "We meet again." A sudden realisation hit me. "Voldemort." I said, clearly nervous. "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." He said, looking directly at me. Harry and I turned and made a run for it, as fast as we could. "Stop them!" Voldemort yelled, and with a click of his fingers, Quirrell made flames form a wall around us. Harry and I retreated. "You fools, why suffer and die, when you can join me, and live." Voldemort said. "NEVER!" Harry yelled. At this point, I was considering it, kinda fancied seeing my friends again, y'know? "Bravery. Your parents had it too. Tell me, Potter twins, would you like to see your mother and father again?" I looked up at him. Did he just say what I think he said? "Together, we can bring them back. All I ask, is for one thing in return." I looked in front of me, to see my mother and father in the mirror. Truthfully, I wanted really wanted to see them. I looked back at Harry, and slowly pulled the stone out from my pocket. It was bright red, and shined brightly in the fire lit room. "That's it, Hannah. There is no good and evil, there is only power. And those too weak to seek it. Together, we will do extraordinary things. Just give me the stone." Voldemort explained what I had to do. I looked into the mirror once more, and my parents faces faded away. "You liar!" Harry screamed.
"Get them!" Voldemort yelled at Quirrell, who leaped forward, pushed Harry to the floor, and then came to me. He shoved me to the ground, and the stone flew out of my hand. Quirrell had his hands tight around my neck, strangling me. Harry tried to get up, but Quirrell threatened him with his other hand. I couldn't breath. I reached out and tried to pull Quirrell's hand from my throat, and his hand began to burn away. He cried out in pain, his hand crumbling away. "What is this magic!" He cried out. "Get the stone!" Voldemort yelled angrily. Harry had now jumped up, and as Quirrell reached for the stone, Harry shoved his hands over Quirrell's face. Screams of pain came from behind Harry's hands. Quirrell's face was crumbling away! The now stone like figure reached out, and began moving towards Harry, but crumbled to the ground and turned into dust. My jaw dropped. Quirrell's clothes now laid on the floor. Harry and I turned to each other, and I stood up, slowly, then picked up the stone. Behind us, the ash that Quirrell had become rose, spinning, creating a sort of tornado effect. Harry span to look at it, and I did the same, still holding the stone. The ash had become a cloudy Voldemort. The figure flew straight through Harry, and as I was stood behind him, straight through me. That was the last thing I remembered from that night.
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When I woke up, I was in the hospital wing with Harry in a bed next to me. On a bedside table next to me sat multiple 'get well soon' cards, and on another table that stood at the end of the bed was an array of gifts. Harry was awake, seemingly only just, as I watched him put his glasses on. "Hannah, you're ok!" He said, looking at me. "So are you!" I replied, then looked at all of the gifts Harry and I both received. As I was about to sit up and look through them, Dumbledore waltzed through the doors of the hospital wing. "Good afternoon, Hannah and Harry." He looked at the gifts that stood at the end of our beds. "Ah, tokens from your admirers." He said, smiling. "Admirers?" Harry and I asked in unison. "What happened down in the dungeons between you and Professor Quirrell is a complete secret. So, naturally, the whole school knows." Dumbledore explained. Harry smiled and I giggled a little. I then noticed the rather large bandages wrapped around my leg and arm. Harry had one on his hand, too. "Ahh, I see that your friend, Ronald has saved you both the trouble of opening your chocolate frogs." He held up an empty box which previously must have contained the frog and card. "Ron was here?" I asked. "Is he alright? What about Hermione?" Harry continued. "Fine, they're both just fine." Dumbledore said calmly, noticing us panic. "What about the stone?" I asked. "Relax, both of you. The stone has been destroyed. My friend Nicolas and I have had a little chat, and agreed it was best." Dumbledore explained once more. "But then, Flamel, he'll die, won't he?" Harry asked. "He has enough elixir to set his affairs in order. But yes, he will die." He said, soothingly. "How is it we got the stone, sir?" I asked, curious. "One minute I was staring into the mirror, and the next-" "Ah, you see," Dumbledore interrupted. "Only a person who wanted to find the stone, but not use it, will be able to get it. That is one of my more brilliant ideas." He said, smiling. "And between us, that is saying something." Harry and I smiled once more. "Does that mean, with the stone gone, Voldemort can never come back?" Harry asked, nervously. "Ahh, I'm afraid there are ways in which he can return. Harry, Hannah, do you know why Professor Quirrell couldn't bare to have either of you touch him?" We shook our heads. "It's because of your mother. She sacrificed herself for you both. That kind of act leaves a mark." I raised my hand up to my scar on my forehead, and Dumbledore shook his head. "No no, this kind of mark can not be seen. It lives in your very skin." He finished. "What is it?" Harry asked once more. "Love, that's what it is. Love." He reached down, and patted Harry's head, and then walked to the end of my bed. "Ah! Bertie Bott's every flavour beans. I was most unfortunate in my youth to come across a vomit flavoured one. Since then, I'm afraid I have lost my liking for them. Though, I think I might be safe with a nice toffee," He said, pulling out a caramel coloured bean, and popping it into his mouth. "Mm, alas, earwax." I giggled, and so did Harry. Dumbledore then left us in the hospital wing with Madam Pomfrey to get a final check over before being released back to the school.
