Prologue:

Harry looked into the Mirror of Erised, a girl was standing next to him with a red stone in her hand. She had wavy, black hair down to her waist and snake-green eyes that sparkled in the fire.

"You don't know who I am and hopefully you never will," she whispered in a serious tone. Harry nodded staring into her eyes.

"What do you see?" Quirrel asked

"Me…" Harry said in a hoarse voice, "Winning the Quidditch World Cup."

"He lies," a voice whispered from behind Quirrel.

"Spoon!" the girls eyes widened, "Here take this." She shoved the stone into Harry's hand. "Don't let them get it!" Her eyes darted to Quirrel.

"What do you mean them?" Harry asked as his fingers put a tighter grip on the stone.

"So much to explain so little time, I know you will do the right thing." She turned and strode towards the fire. The fire parted behind Harry and the girl disappeared, Harry looked into his hand, it was the Philosopher's Stone.