Harry knew something was wrong when he didn't hear Snape's signature drawl as he entered the room. Instead he hear something he almost prayed for whenever he entered the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom.
A Quirrel with no stutter.
"You?" Harry says. Quirrell turns around at the noise. "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?"" Quirrel smirks.
"B-but, that day, during the Quidditch Match, Snape tried to kill me." Harry asks. He was confused. This was all wrong. How were they so wrong!
"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." The Professor scoffs.
"Snape was trying to...save me?" Harry asks in shock. That can't be right. Snape hated him. Why save him?
"I knew you were a danger right from the off. Especially after Halloween." Quirrel elaborates.
"Th-then you let 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." He says as he turns back to the mirror. "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?"
Suddenly a raspy voice seems to call out from under the evil professors turban.
"Use the boy."
"Come here, Potter, now!" Quirrel immediately barks.
Harry walks forward shakily.
"Tell me. What do you see?"
Harry looks in the mirror. He sees himself. His mirror self brings his hand into his pocket and takes out a red stone! The mirror self winks and puts the stone back. Very subtly, Harry reaches to his pocket. There is a lump. He gasps as he feels it. Its different than he expected. Powerful even through his pants. Almost burning, but not.
"What is it?! What do you see?!" Quirrel yells.
"I-I'm shaking hands with Dumbledore. I've won the house cup." Harry replies, lying to bide some time.
"He lies." The Voice says.
"Tell the truth!" Quirrel yells at Harry. "What do you see?!"
The Voice speaks before Harry culd do anything.
"Let me speak to him."
"Master, you are not strong enough." Quirrel pleads.
"I have strength enough for this." The Voice states. Quirrel sighs before reaching behind his head to undo the headpiece. Slowly removing it to reveal a snake like face on the back of his head. "Harry Potter. We meet again."
"Voldemort." Harry says with some shock. He should have known… He needs to keep the stone from him even more so now. If what Hermione said was right, this can bring Voldemort back to life, something he could not allow.
"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!" The spirit snarls.
Harry turns and runs.
"Stop him!" Voldemort yells.
Quirrell snaps his fingers and fire erupts all around the room. Harry realizes that he is well and truly stuck.
"Don't be a fool! Why suffer a horrific death when you can join me and live?!" The Dark Wizard roars.
Harry shakes his head.
"Never!"
"Haha. Bravery. Your parents had it too. Tell me, Harry, would you like to see your mother and father again? Together, we can bring them back."
In the mirror, Harrys parents faces appear.
"All I ask for is something in return."
Harry takes the stone from his pocket.
"That's it, Harry. There is no good and evil. There is only power, and those too weak to seek it. Together, we'll do extraordinary things. Just give me the stone!"
The image of his parents in the mirror vanish as Harry steels his resolve.
"You liar!" he yells.
"Kill him!" Voldemort orders.
And that is when things started going haywire.
In an alternate universe, Quirrel would have leapt at the young Boy-Who-Lived in order to retrieve the Philosophers Stone. Harry's Mothers Blessing would have then burned the dark wizard to ashes and Voldemort would have then escaped. The power he used taking its toll, Harry would then collapse and the Great and Mighty Albus Dumbledore would come a few minutes late and rescue Harry. Taking the stone and supposedly destroy it in order to prevent a repeat of what had just occurred.
But, as I said, that would have been in an alternate universe.
In this one, things are a bit different. In this one, we have gods and monsters, Knights who fly around in technologically advanced suits of armor, Soldiers who have been lost to time for decades, and much, much more.
In this reality the Philosophers Stone is no Alchemical Creation. Instead it is a powerful and ancient weapon from the beginning of this reality. Instead of a simple, if rare magical construct, Harry grabbed with his bare hand, It was an Infinity Stone.
And that made a world of difference.
The Infinity stones as a whole are sentient, the Soul Stone and the Mind Stone being the most sentient out of them, however none of them react very well to being placed in danger. Hence the ext set of events.
With a Flash of red light, the stone in Harry's hand seemed to crack in two and release some sort of liquid, though Liquid wasn't the right term as it seemed to float around Harry in some sort of field before diving into The-Boy-Who-Lived, seeking a host.
"NO!" Voldemort yells as he sees this happen.
"AVADA KEDAVRA!" Quirrel Shouts as he aims at the boy.
The bolt of green was powerful and feared throughout the Wizarding World as Unstoppable, Unblockable, and if you were hit by it, you would die. The Killing Curse killed all whom it touched and left no survivors but the boy it was heading for now.
Which is why Quirrel nearly drops his wand in shock as Harry's hand reaches out and catches the green bolt.
Looking up from where he had fallen, Harry reveals his eyes to be completely red. No Iris, no pupil, just red.
Standing to his feet, Harry looked at the spell in his hand in shock. What had happened? How was he doing this.
Looking up at his ex-professor, Harry looks back at the sickly green spell in his hand.
Looking back up, Harry rears back and throws the spell as hard as he could at the vile man who dared try to kill Harry and use the Stone for evil.
"NOOO!" Quirrel screams as the green bolt slams into him. Voldemorts spirit escaping at the last second before looking at Harry.
"We will meet again, Potter."
Collapsing to his knees, Harry's eyes returned to their usual emerald color as The-Boy-Who-Lived became The-Boy-Who-Slept.
The hospital wing.
Harry is bandaged and lying in bed. Groaning at the strain of simply waking up, Harry grabs his glasses and puts them on, suddenly seeing much more clearly now. Glancing around, Harry sees all the cards and candy everyone has left him. On the bed next to him sat Dumbledore, eyeing some of the candy that seemed to be overflowing off the table.
"Good afternoon, Harry. Ah. Tokens from your admirers?"
"Admirers?" Harry asks as he adjusts himself on the bed to be more comfortable.
"What happened down in the dungeons between you and Professor Quirrell is a complete secret, so, naturally, the whole school knows." He says as they both smile. "Ah, I see your friend Ronald has saved you the trouble of opening your Chocolate Frogs."
"Ron was here? Is he all right? What about Hermione?" Harry asked in quick succession in a fashion that would have made his bushy haired friend proud.
"Fine. They're both just fine." The Headmaster replies with a twinkle in his eyes.
"But, what happened to the Stone?" Harry finally asks.
"Unfortunately it seems as if the stone was somehow destroyed in your scuffle with the late Quirrel." He says with a sigh. "Though don't worry, Old Nicholas understands and realizes that this may have been for the best."
Harry looked at his Headmasters face, looking for some form of insincerety before realizing that Professor Dumbledore really didn't know about the stone.
Should he tell him? Should Harry Tell Dumbledore that the stone broke in his hand and whatever was trapped within is now within Harry?
Would he be mad? The Twins said that Dumbledore was the only person Voldemort Feared… If Harry told Dumbledore, would he be mad? He didn't want to see his professor angry…
Instead Dumbledore took the reins.
"Madame Pomphrey told me that you should be out of here soon, Harry. You'll be out of here in no time." he says before looking at the candy again.
"Would you like some sir?"
"Ah. Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Beans. I was most unfortunate in my youth to come across a vomit flavoured one, and since then I have lost my liking for them. But I think I could be safe with a nice toffee..." He says as he grabs a brown one. "Aah… Alas, Earwax."
TADA!
This story is basically going to be a what if story basically. What if the HP universe was in the MCU and what if the Stones altered exactly what happened?
Each of the stones will be making an appearance and will be gathered by Harry. Before y'all get all upset, here is basically what I see happening.
Endgame happens. Stark, Rogers, Strange, and Thor decide to send the stones throughout time in a way to get rid of them. They didn't send them all back far enough and instead sent them to various wizards/witches. As you now know, The Flamels got the Reality Stone. Instead of making the Philosophers stone, he just used the Reality stone instead and claimed it was an Alchemy creation. The peak that an Alchemist can go basically.
Thus placing himself as the top and most famous Alchemist of all time.
He never unlocked the entirety of the stones power, so he never realized its full potential.
Harry now has the stone for himself similar to Jane Foster, The difference though is magic. Whereas Jane didn't have Magic to help her, Harry does. Therefore the stone won't burn him up.
At least, that's my reasoning.
Please review and tell me your thoughts!
Til Next Time!
The Nameless Scribe.
