This story will be many different ones, they can be anything from alternate endings, to what if's, to just random ideas. You can suggest some too, I might turn it into something if I like the idea enough, I'll credit the person too. I haven't given up on HPDP or PR either, the muses have gotten stubborn with them, and they keep showing me these instead, those procrastinators.
Madness Is The Gift That Has Been Given To Me
Harry and Hermione stepped over the threshold, a purple fire rose behind them as black fire sprung up in front of them. "Look!" Hermione said pointing to the table. On it was parchment and different bottles of all sizes. She took the parchment and read it, before smiling in relief. "It's a logic puzzle!"
"That's a good thing?" Harry asked, glancing at the bottles.
She nodded. "Most wizards don't have an ounce of logic in them. I shouldn't take long." She read the paper over once more, pointing at the different bottles. Finally, she nodded to herself and picked the first one up. "This one will get you through."
"Are you sure?" Harry asked, looking at the clear bottle.
"Positive." She picked up the tiny bottle. "This will take me back, I need to check on Ron and get Dumbledore."
"Right." Harry tipped the bottle back and swallowed half the contents. "Weird, I don't fell any-" Pain suddenly gripped his stomach and quickly moving its way through his body. "Hermione!" He fell to his knees.
She stood smiling down at him. "So ends the great Harry Potter."
He started to vomit blood. "Why?" Harry was in agony, it felt like it was eating though his stomach. Instead of answering, she stepped away from the accumulating blood, not taking her eyes off the dying boy.
His vision was darkening; a pool of dark red surrounded him. He laid on the ground, his knees curled up to his chest. It was getting hard for him to breath. Harry let the darkness swallow him, wanting to escape from the horrible pain.
Hermione stepped around the blood and went to the black flames; she swallowed the contents of the small bottle and walked through. She did not acknowledge Quirell in any way. Instead, she walked up to the mirror. She saw herself put the stone in her pocket. She took it out and handed it to Quirell.
'Stay here and wait for Dumbledore,' Quirell's voice said in her mind. 'Once he's in this room, use fiend fire.' Hermione's conscious struggled against his imperio, but he was to strong for the first year.
He gave her a nasty smile before he gripped his necklace. "Morsmordre." He was gone.
Dumbledore entered a few minutes later to find Hermione standing there. As soon as he crossed the doorway, the entrance disappeared. "Fiend fire," She said. A massive roaring fire spilled from her wand.
Dumbledore went though a multitude of spells, trying to bring the door back, but it was such a small room… there were so many spells… Dumbledore had such little time.
The cursed fire had consumed everything.