𝑤𝑒 𝑏𝑜𝑡ℎ ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑠𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑠 ϟ | Harry Potter x Reader (not finished)

❥first year: its been a mental year

WE BOTH HAVE SCARS
Chapter 20: Its Been A Mental Year
[Harrys POV]
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I walked down big stone steps through into a dark room.

My scar started hurting the further down the steps I went, I was scared but I just kept thinking of y/n, Ron and Hermione and that kept me going.

I hope y/n's okay.

I started going down the last set of stone steps and saw a man, a familiar man.

It was Quirrell. He was standing in front of a mirror.

"You?" I said.

He turned around and looked at me dead in the eyes.

"N-No, it can't be. Snape he- he was-" I began but he interrupted me.

"Yes, he does seem the type doesn't he?" He said, no stuttering, no squeaky scared voice.

"Next to him, who would suspect p-p-poor s-s-st-stuttering Professor Quirrell."

"B-But that day, during the quidditch match Snape tried to kill me." I said now at the bottom of the stairs.

"Hm no dear boy, I tried to kill you." Quirrell spoke.

My heart dropped, why did Quirrell want to kill me?

"And trust me if Snape's cloak hadn't caught fire and broke my eye contact I would have succeeded." Quirrell finished.

My heart dropped again, I'm standing in front of someone who wants to kill me.

"Even with Snape muttering his little counter curse."

"Snape was trying to save me?" I said.

"I knew you were a danger to me right from the off, especially after halloween." He replied.

"Then you let the troll in? You nearly killed y/n! You made her use her powers and drained her!" I said with anger.

"Very good Potter yes, and if you hadn't came to the rescue your precious y/n would of been dead. Snape wasn't fooled while everyone else was running around the dungeon he went to the third floor to head me off he of course never trusted me again." Quirrell said the turned back to the mirror.

My scar started hurting again.

"He barley left me alone, but he doesn't understand i'm never alone, never now, what does this mirror do?" Quirrell asked looking in the mirror.

"I see what I desire, I see myself holding the stone but how do I get it?!"

"Use the boy." A eire voice said. But I couldn't tell where from.

"Come here Potter!" Quirrell shouted at me.

"NOW!"

I slowly began walking down the stairs reluctantly.

I walked in front of the mirror and looked into it.