Hi everyone! I was just messing around typing stuff for fun and I came up with this
idea. I don't know if I'll continue it, but if you all really want me to, I can.
I think that I got all my bases covered. If you want more explanation into
something here, I can explain it in a chapter later.

Oh and I don't own Harry Potter. And beware, boatloads of dialogue.

"You!" Harry shouted seeing a turbaned man standing before the Mirror of Erised.

"I knew you would come," Quirrell said, his stammering seeming not to exist. Quirrell turned to face him. "Now tell me, how does this mirror work?"

Harry remained silent, no daring to approach the man. He had thought it was Snape! But it was Quirrell, the stammering Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor.

"Use the boy," a hiss said, seeming to come from nowhere. Harry began turning so he could run, however, Quirrell conjured fire to block his path. "Come here boy!" Quirrell demanded. Harry did as he was told and walked closer to the turbaned professor.

"Tell me, what do you see?" Quirrell demanded. Harry looked in the mirror. He was expecting to see his parents, however, it wasn't that. He saw himself smiling back holding the stone in his hand, placing it in his pocket. At this time, he felt something drop in his pocket. He had the stone!

"I-I see myself holding the House Cup, Gryffindor won," Harry lied.

"He lies," the hiss comes again, "Let me talk to him, face to face."

"But master, you are not strong enough!" Quirrell insisted.

"I am strong enough for this," the hiss replied. Quirrell nodded slightly as if bowing, before he begun unwrapping his turban. Harry stared at the man as his head seemed to shrink smaller and smaller. Soon, a face was apparent. Harry's scar seemed to rip open with pain, and he clutched his scar.

"Y-you!" Harry managed to shout as the pain began dying down, but still hurting, causing him to fall to the ground.

"Yes, me," the face said, "The man you know as Lord Voldemort."

"You killed my parents!" Harry shouted.

"No, no I didn't," Voldemort began, "But that is exactly what Dumbledore wants you to believe. Tell me, how does anyone know what truly happened 10 years ago?" Harry didn't have an answer. If his parents were the only ones there, and they both died, then how did everyone know?

"Dumbledore is not the man you think he is," Voldemort replied with a small smile and laugh, "He's manipulated you as well. The one who he tried to kill."

"What?" Harry asked, completely confused now. He shouldn't believe Voldemort. He was most certainly lying. Voldemort had to be lying, right?

"Dumbledore is the Dark Lord, not I," Voldemort said with a laugh, "I never thought that you'd grow up and readily believe Dumbledore's word. I knew the rest of the world might, seeing as he's regarded as great. Tell me, Harry. Do you remember anything from that night?"

This was completely ridiculous! But he had a point. How did Dumbledore and the rest of the Wizarding World know what happened that night? Harry closed his eyes and tried to remember. All he got was the green light. And a high pitched laugh.

"I remember you trying to kill me," Harry stated defiantly.

"Oh, no, no, no. I was the one trying to save you!" Voldemort said shaking his head, "Just like Severus Snape was trying to save you during that Quidditch Match. If one looked closely enough, Dumbledore couldn't keep his eyes off of you."

"Dumbledore was at that match?" Harry asked, almost starting to believe Voldemort.

"Oh yes, he was under a cloak, and not many saw him, but I saw him. He was there," Voldemort replied with a grin on his face, "I was never a Dark Lord. I fought against him. But he seemed to beat me. He always seemed to be one step ahead of me." Voldemort shook his head and laughed. However, it wasn't the same laugh that Harry remembered from when his parents died.

"Dumbledore was brilliant. He spent years getting everything correct. He even defeated his old friend who threatened his plan, Grindlewald. Dumbledore had many years to plan it all out. For the Greater Good, that was his slogan. He and Grindlewald came up with it," Voldemort explained. This was a lot of information to process. He still wasn't sure if he would believe Voldemort.

"He had everything planned out. All he needed was a scapegoat. When I accidentally opened the Chamber of Secrets in my 6th year, and lost control of the basilisk killing a girl, Dumbledore knew exactly who to pin it on. I wanted to confess, but I was too scared. Dumbledore came to me with a plan to pin it on Rubeus Hagrid, and I did exactly what he said to. I got off scott free. I've regretted it ever since," Voldemort continued, looking up at the ceiling, before looking back at Harry, "Stories soon started coming out about Tom Riddle being behind all of the attacks on muggles and muggle borns. Tom Riddle is my real name, if you wish to know. I was outraged, and I began trying to gather support of my own. There were a select few who believed me, because not many would think that Dumbledore was the manipulative, evil man that he is. Your parent, James and Lily Potter, were one of those who believed me. They were my first real allies. They heard my story and I allowed them to read my mind. They didn't spread word to others in Dumbledore's Order of the Phoenix, because then Dumbledore might catch onto the fact they knew the truth. They told just their three closest friends."

"And then one day, Dumbledore was in Hog's Head interviewing a professor, when a prophecy came forth. Severus Snape was listening in, and heard half of the prophecy. When Severus found this out, since he was a Death Eater, and knew of Dumbledore being their leader, as all the Death Eaters do, he came to me, and asked me to hide your parents, telling me what he heard," Voldemort said. Harry hoped this story was about to end. It was already a lot of information to comprehend, and he wasn't sure if he could handle any more, or even if he was going to believe this story.

"Snape didn't like your father, but he was old friends with your mother," Voldemort continued, slowly, staring at Harry intently, "He helped me hide your parents. However, a man named Peter Pettigrew, betrayed your parents and revealed their location and told Dumbledore that they knew the truth. Before I could try to move them, Dumbledore came in, killed them. Since Severus Snape asked him to spare your mother, he gave her a chance to move away and let him kill you. She refused and died for you, leaving a charm of love. Dumbledore could not destroy you. As soon as he killed your mother, he turned his wand on you. His body disappeared and clung to life. It was later that day when he was able to regain his body, by going through a ritual he had found the years before. I told you he prepared for everything. He began spreading word that I had come to your house and that you had vanished me. Dumbledore laid a curse upon you that would make your scar hurt any time you were near me, to make you distrust me even more. He then left your house once more and let Hagrid take you from the house, no one besides me knowing this."

Harry was just about to ask how Voldemort could've found this out if he wasn't there either, but Voldemort seemed to know what he was thinking and answered it quickly.

"I found this out because magic leaves traces, and I tried approaching you and taking you from the house, but I could not touch you. I was planning on coming out and revealing that I was not dead, and announcing everything I knew about Dumbledore to the world. However, he had also planned that out. He found me where I was hiding, and placed a curse upon me. He destroyed my body and made it so I could not live without the help of another. I roamed helpless around, taking over animals so I wouldn't die, until I met up with Quirrell who allowed me to live in his body," Voldemort said, before changing courses.

"However, that's later, let's go back to when Dumbledore left you with you aunt and uncle. Dumbledore hoped that when you were old enough to come to Hogwarts, he could sway you over to his side, and it looked so far that it was working. He, however, didn't count on me being able to cling to life this long, and he sent Snape after me. Snape, of course, was a spy for me, but he couldn't go easy on me, or Dumbledore would suspect," Voldemort said, before coughing from his mouth getting all dry. It took him a second to recover, conjuring a glass of water, and taking a drink.

"Snape was a spy for you? Against Dumbledore?" Harry asked.

"Oh yes. Severus Snape was originally a Death Eater, if you remember, and was quite loyal to Dumbledore, until he threatened sweet Lily. Snape came to me to help him, don't you remember me telling you this?" Voldemort asked raising an eyebrow, trying not to be hostile towards Harry, but slightly annoyed.

"But then... why did all of the Death Eaters say you were their master?" Harry asked.

"Boy! Don't you get it? They are loyal to Dumbledore. Dumbledore wants them to say it was me. For those who were traitorous, before their trial, Dumbledore confunded them into thinking it was me who was their master. He has had it all planned out perfectly! He made but one mistake; keeping me alive! Most of those who believed me left my side and thought that I had died. They have all kept quiet! No one continued to fight Dumbledore without me. However, I discovered the Sorcerer's Stone. It would help reverse the curse that Dumbledore laid upon me. That is why I need the stone," Voldemort said finally finishing and falling silent.

The chamber was completely silent for several moments. The pain in Harry's forehead seemed to fade. Either that or his head was getting used to feeling the pain. Harry closed his eyes and focused as hard as he could on the night his parents died. The light. The cackle. The Face. The face of Dumbledore. Harry ripped his eyes open before stumbling back. Maybe... Maybe Voldemort, or Tom Riddle, was telling the truth.

"I don't know if I can believe you," Harry said looking up at Voldemort.

Yeah, it's kinda weird to just stop it off here, I just, I dunno,
I guess I just wanted to stop it here, because if I just kept
going with this chapter, it could just keep dragging on for a
very long time. Plus then the two are still talking, and Harry
can ask questions to answer any questions that all you reviewers
may have.