"Let me help you!" Ron weasley x reader {Year 1}

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•Your pov•

I sigh while walking with harry to the door. I still feel guilty about everything but harry keeps telling me it isnt my fault.

Me and Harry walks down a long staircase to an empty room with pillars around it. The Mirror of Erised is in the middle of the room, and a man is standing before it. It is Quirrell. Harry and I yelp and grabs our scar

"You?!"

Quirrel turns around and smirks slightly.

"No. It can't be...Snape. He was the one.."

"Yes. He does seem the type, doesn't he? Next to me, who would suspect, p-p-poor s-stuttering Professor Quirrell?"

My eyes widened and I smile softly "I knew it wasnt Snape." I cross my arms glaring at Quirrell.

"Very smart girl you are potter."

"B-but at the match during the quidditch match Snape tried to kill me!" Harry explains and Quirrell scoffs

"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."

"Snape was trying to save him?" I mutter.

"I knew you were a danger right from the off. Especially after Halloween."

I gasp and I stare at Quirrell "Th-Then you put the troll in!"

"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."

My hands turn into fists as Quirrell turns back to face the mirror. My scar starts burning again on my shoulder.

"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?"

A raspy voice  calls that's sounds very similar.

"Use the girl." It was all it said.

"Come here potter."

My eyes widened and I stand still not wanting to move.

"Get above on then!" He demanded I grab Harry's hand and drag him with me and stand in front of the mirror.

I gulp and stare at the mirror

"Tell me. What do you see?" Quirrell demands

I look in the mirror. I see myself. My mirror self brings her hand into her pocket and takes out a red stone! The mirror self winks and puts the stone back. Very subtly, I  reaches to my pocket. There is a lump. I gasps

"W-what what do you see?!" Quirrell asks and I gulp.

"I-I'm shaking hands with Dumbledore. I've won the house cup"

"She lies."the cold voice says making shivers spiral up my spine.

"Tell the truth! What do you see?!"

"Let me speak to her"

"Master, you are not strong enough."

"I have strength enough for this!" The voice half shouts and Quirrell nods . I look at harry confused and he gives me the same look.

Quirrell unwraps his turban and on the side opposite his face, another face is planted. It is Voldemort who appears kind of like a snake. He stretches out and faces my via the mirror.