Harry gasped. "Aladdin?" He asked in disbelieve, and Neville suppressed a snort. While whatever was possessing Quirrell growled.
"You dare mock me in such a manner?!" the spirit growled pointing it's wand at Harry threatening him. It was then Harry noticed it was wearing a strange ring, strange in regard to the fact that it was just like his Cloak, the Mirror, and the Stone. He had turned on his mangekyou as soon as the vines nearly caught them, hopefully this battle wouldn't last longer than five minutes as he didn't know if he could keep the Mangekyou active longer than that.
"How would you like me to mock you?" he asked with an uncharacteristic grin. "I take requests." normally Harry would never act like this he was calm and composed but this was a dark wizard who managed to sneak past Dumbledore and possess Quirrell. He knew angry fighters tended to be sloppy fighters. Plus it also gave Neville a chance to sneak behind him and attack.
Neville let loose a bone breaker without saying a word, but the Possessed Quirrell blocked it without turning around or even waving his wand. The thing began to chuckle. "Well, it seems I underestimated you Potter." the being conceded. "I thought you an arrogant boy when you first showed up. But you surprised me, putting the weaker lesser members of Slytherin in their place, teaching them that their place was beneath you. You remind me very much of myself when I was in slytherin house." Harry knew that was meant as a complement but took it as an insult. During this conversation he had also reverted his eye back to a normal sharingan it wasted too much energy to be used in simple conversation.
"I take that as an insult." Harry said coolly and the spectre laughed.
"You have fire in you, you will not bend to a lesser being, and with me as a shell of my former self, you believe yourself to be superior to me."
Harry's eyes narrowed "you keep talking like we have met before but I never forget someone I have met." his sharingan allowed him to remember the flow of their magic, but even if his core was tainted by merging with Quirrell there was no way he wouldn't recognize the magic.
"You truly have to figure it out." the being asked amused. "I was the one who made you famous I was the one to give you that scar. I AM LORD VOLDEMORT!" he bellowed at the end a wave of magic coming off him.
"Impossible!" Harry exclaimed. "I killed him when I was a baby. You're a delusional mad man." Harry said before shaking his head and getting back on topic, "Do you really think you can get the Stone? Even if you were Voldemort, he feared Dumbledore even when he was at the peak of his power you on the other hand are nowhere near that powerful. He would strike you down before you could leave the castle." that man held power unlike anything Harry had seen, Harry's magic may have been more potent than the old Headmaster's but he held over twenty times as much magic.
"No I survived a shell of the man I once was." the so called Voldemort said. "Waiting for my strength to return, than Quirrell happened upon me. And he proved himself more loyal and devot than any of my so called loyal followers, but my strength was still failing still weak, despite his loyalty and devotion he could not support me completely. Thus I had to find an object I had hidden long ago."
"The Ring." Harry muttered without realizing and Voldemort look surprised.
"Yes though I am surprised you could tell, perhaps that night gave you a sensitivity to my magic?" the supposed dark lord mused and Harry rolled his eyes. "Oh you still don't believe? What if I told you what happened that night, what really happened."
"Only one person was there that night that still lives and that's was me." Harry said getting fed up with this farce.
"Your father told your mother. 'Lily, take Harry and go! It's him! Go! Run! I'll hold him off!' I killed him then I entered your room and gave your mother a chance to step aside but she refused." Harry stared at Voldemort, and it was Voldemort he now realized, in shock. He did remember that night glimpses from vague memories but he remember both those things happening, Voldemort bursting into his room and offering his mother a chance to live, his father telling her to run. "Yes! Now you are convinced." Voldemort exclaimed seeing the light of understanding in his eyes. "Join me and I can give you power beyon-" he brought up a shield as a purple curse slammed into the shield.
"This changes nothing except for the fact now this is personal!" Harry growled before letting off several more curses.
Voldemort didn't seemed surprised by this and he still tried to tempt the boy to his side. "Come on now think about it immortality! It just within the Mirror, just look and see."
Harry barely cast a glance at the mirror before doing a double take when he saw his reflection take the Stone and put it in his pocket with a wink. Voldemort saw Harry's robes shift slightly and realized somehow he got the Stone. "Give me the stone boy!" the dark lord demanded gaining a crazy look in his eye.
"No!" He shouted glaring fiercely at the dark wizard. "You can go to hell!" Voldemort growled and let off three curses, Harry summoned a shield but the curse pierced right through it without any difficulty and pierced his side. Feeling the curse hit him and the seeing the other two spells coming His sharingan twisted letting the curses pass through him.
Voldemort blinked in surprise while Harry sighed in relief. He didn't know if the spells would have passed through him. "Well, well, it seems you too feel the allure of the forbidden, tell me which concept did you use the last armlet of the armor of achilles?" the Voldemort asked curiously, he had always thought rather grant invincibility the armor made it impossible to be hit which was why apollo's bow was able to kill him, because it was made to never miss.
"What?" Harry asked looking at him strangely, the hell was a concept?
Voldemort laughed. "You don't know? You managed to find out how to make yourself intangible on your own. I will repeat my offer boy, Join me!"
Harry shook his head, it was getting hard to focus, whatever that curse was it was deadly. He felt the stone in his pocket and remembered something he had read about it. The Philosopher's Stone is one of the greatest creations in magical history capable of healing any wounds, some theorize it is even on par with phoenix tears though no one has ever been able to prove it. He pulled out the Stone and channeled some magic into hoping to get it to activate. The stone glowed for a second and he felt something rush into him. His vision sharpened and he dived out of the way of another curse. Harry saw his wound was still bleeding slightly and waved his wand at it casting a quick healing charm Daphne had taught him, it wouldn't heal the wound but it would stop the blood loss.
"I see you just used the Stone heal yourself impressive." Voldemort acknowledged, "now hand over the Stone." he ordered holding his hand out. Harry locked eyes with Neville and cast an illusion. Neville nodded in understanding.
"Not a chance." Harry said letting loose a flurry of spells that Voldemort deflected pushing him back. Without saying a word Harry tossed the Stone to Neville. Who caught it and held his wand to Stone.
"Back off!" Neville ordered the tip of his wand glowing against the Stone, once more the stone glowed and Neville felt something enter his body, he pushed it aside and continued to stare at Voldemort.
"You wouldn't dare!" Voldemort growled and tried to curse the boy before he could move. But Harry blocked the spells and retaliated with some of his own. Voldemort glared he now saw what the plan was Potter couldn't defend the stone and fight him off without the risk of losing it, so he gave the Longbottom boy the Stone so he could focus on fighting him.
"Enough! You dare fight me Lord Voldemort, I shall make you suffer for years before I finally give you the sweet release of death!" he shouted slinging a sickly yellow spell at them. Harry flung the exact same spell back causing them to cancel each other out. Voldemort stared in shock, that was impossible, he himself invented that spell and never taught it to another soul, the same curse he put on the Ring, yet somehow the boy had copied it sent it back at him. It must be those eyes of his, he thought the boy had lost his right eye but he could see that was an illusion, his right eye remained intact even better than before. No doubt there was something magical about it, what did surprise him was his left eye Voldemort thought that one was normal.
Harry flick his wand and sent out a wave fire that Voldemort blocked retaliating with with a conjuration of several spears. Harry's right eye twisted and his Kamui absorbed the weapons and spent them right back at their maker. Here Voldemort eyes widened in surprise at the blatant space time manipulation, he hastily conjured a shield to deflect the spears only to fall to the ground in pain when one of the spear pierced him through the back. He stood back up, and Harry saw that the body was already dead it was Just Voldemort's magic that was keeping it moving.
"I will destroy everything you love!" Voldemort roared even as blood poured out of his chest. "I will allow my death eaters to enjoy themselves with your friends and force you to watch as they are given a punishment to match the Longbottoms! I regret not having killed your parents slower to allow my death eaters to enjoy themselves with your whore of mother!"
Something in Harry snapped at that threat, he could tell Voldemort was being completely serious. He wanted Voldemort to die to pay for what he did, He wanted him to burn! He drew his wand back and let loose the most powerful spell he knew, he had seen it on a trip down Knockturn Alley moments after the Hit Wizards and Aurors showed up to arrest them. The man ended up burning himself alive and killing his compatriots and several of the Hit Wizards before the fire was brought under control.
"καίγονται αιώνια καταδικασμένοι!" he roared letting the loose the cursed fiendfyre, it was an ancient greek spell, supposedly invented in an attempt to harness the power of hades and it was the most powerful piece of magic he knew.
Voldemort's eyes widened at hearing the spell for the cursed flames, if he was at his prime he would be able to handle this fire, but right now he was a shadow of his former self. The fire ate away at him quickly but he had already left the body by the time the fire reached it. His spirit glared at the boy, he was weaken and now his body was his.
The black smoke that was Voldemort's soul rushed into Harry's body in an attempt to possess him only to rush back out as something forced him out. Harry barely had time to suppress the fire before his head exploded in pain. His scar burned.
Harry collapsed to the ground with a cry of pain. As he fell to the floor black ichor gushed from his scar. Moments after Voldemort fled and Harry collapsed Dumbledore arrived.
to quickly explain Neville wasn't able to help that much because he was so out matched. second the last chapter title meant they were on their way to the mirror of Erised. and last someone brought up how would hermione know there is no spell to give photographic memory she is naive, the ministry says there is no spell so she believes it