FOLKLORE | 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 a young hufflepuff is instructed to look after harlow potter.
❨ cedric diggory x harlow potter ❩
❨ harry potter and the philosopher's stone ❩
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HARLOW PUSHED OPEN THE DOOR, on the other side was a stairwell that led further down. the two slowly made their way down the long, dark, staircase. harlow trailed behind her brother, their footsteps echoing. harlow stopped abruptly half way down the stairs, and held her scar in pain.
harry recognized his sisters absents, he stopped and turned to look at her. "you feel it too?" he asked.
"yeah, i don't like this harry."
"me either." he said
they continued to make their way down until they had arrived at the last chamber. the chamber was a large room with the mirror of erised standing right at the center. there was someone standing in front of the mirror.
"you!" harry remarked, the man turned around to face the twins."no. i-it can't be. snape, h-he was the one"
"i told you so," harlow muttered.
the man laughed, "severus? he does seem the type, doesn't he? next to him, who would suspect p-p-p-poor st-stuttering professor quirrell?" professor quirrell's usual stutter was gone, his tone was cold and sharp.
harry was taken aback, "but-but that day, during the quidditch match, snape tried to kill me."
"no, dear boy. i tried to kill you." professor quirrell smirked. "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 countercurse."
"countercurse?" harlow murmured.
"snape was trying to save me?" harry asked.
"i knew you were a danger to me right from the off. especially after Halloween."
"then-then you let the troll in." harry stuttered out.
"that thing almost killed me," said harlow.
"yes my dear, that was the point. snape, unfortunately, wasn't fooled. while everyone else was running about the dungeon, he went to the third floor to head me off. he, of course, never trusted me again." he turned back to the mirror, harlow and harry grabbed their scars. "now, what does this mirror do? i see what i desire. i see myself holding the stone. but how do I get it?"
"why would we ever tell you?" harlow spat.
a voice boomed throughout the chamber, "use the boy and the girl." the voice was unhuman, it spoke in a harsh whisper.
quirrell turned to the twins, "come here, now!"
harry began walking towards professor quirrell, harlow grabbed his arm, "harry don't."
