Hello, again, here's a new chapter! I hope you enjoy.

Just, a reminder, Harry found the Mirror of Erised, and England convinced him to leave.

England was pleased that Harry had not returned to the mirror, and he was also glad to find that the mirror had disappeared as well. However, school soon started again and England found himself wishing for something else interesting to happen. He could tell that Hermione had told Harry and Ron about the Philosopher's stone, as that was all they talked about. That, and Snape involvement with it. He was amused that they blamed Snape for everything, but worried for Harry because the boy was terrified of playing with Snape refereeing. He wished he could reassure him, but England had no real proof.

The Hufflepuff versus Gryffindor game began in earnest, though this time England had a much better seat. Although, it had to be next to Dumbledore, who was actually attending. England wondered if it had to so with Quirrell's attack on harry, the last game.

Snape had just awarded Hufflepuff a penalty because George Weasley had hit a bludger at him. Harry, was circling the game like a hawk, looking for the Snitch.

Dumbledore leaned over to England. "You are quite a talented liar, Arthur Kirkland. But, you should learn to trust me. We are on the same side."

England tried not to scowl. He tried to keep his voice level as he replied. "If you are referring to Harry Potter, I must disagree. We have very different ideas about how to care for him and how to take care of the Dark Lord."

England couldn't help the small smirk of triumph as surprise flashed in Dumbledore's blue eyes. Dumbledore didn't have a chance to respond as Harry had suddenly gone into a spectacular dive, which drew gasps and cheers from the crowd. England cheered as Harry streaked toward the ground like a bullet.

Snape turned on his broomstick just in time to see something scarlet shoot past him, missing him by inches – the next second, Harry had pulled out of the dive, his arm raised in triumph, the Snitch clasped in his hand.

The stands erupted; it had to be a record, no one could ever remember the Snitch being caught so quickly.

Harry jumped off his broom, a foot from the ground. The game was over; it had barely lasted five minutes. As Gryffindors came spilling onto the field, Snape landed nearby, white-faced and tight-lipped – then Dumbledore set a hand on Harry's shoulder, smiling. Right behind him was a beaming England. Harry nodded at Dumbledore and smiled at England.

"Well done," said Dumbledore quietly, so that only Harry could hear. "Nice to see you haven't been brooding about that mirror... been keeping busy... excellent..." Harry shot England a questioning look and England shrugged.

Snape spat bitterly on the ground. England turned his attention toward Quirrell, who, though stuttering and nervous as usual, actually looked quite irritated. When he walked away from the pitch, England followed.

He entered the castle, then traveled back outside, headed toward the forest, with hurried steps. He followed behind, muttering a quick invisibility spell as he followed Quirrell into the Forbidden Forest.

He positioned himself near Quirrell, facing the treeline. Soon enough, Snape arrived, trailed by Harry Potter. England shook his head. That boy. He smiled fondly and focused on the two men.

"... d-don't know why you wanted t-t-to meet here of all p-places, Severus..."

"Oh, I thought we'd keep this private," said Snape, his voice icy. "Students aren't supposed to know about the Sorcerer's Stone, after all."

Quirrell was mumbling something. Snape interrupted him.

"Have you found out how to get past that beast of Hagrid's yet?"

"B-b-but Severus, I -"

"You don't want me as your enemy, Quirrell," said Snape, taking a step toward him.

"I-I don't know what you mean."

"You know perfectly well what I mean."

An owl hooted. "You almost jeopardized everything with your little bit of hocus-pocus. I'm waiting," Snape said impatiently.

"B-but I d-d-don't -"

"Very well," Snape cut in. "We'll have another little chat soon, when you've had time to think things over and decided where your loyalties lie."

He threw his cloak over his head and strode out of the clearing. It was almost dark now, but England could see Quirrell, standing quite still as though he was petrified.

England frowned. What exactly was going on? He took a step toward Quirrell, then froze when Quirrell began to speak to himself, in a firm voice completely unlike him. England quickly shielded his presence further, though not with magic, and stopped breathing.

"My Lord, I can't trust him. He is in Dumbledore's palm."

England watched in fascination as Quirrell listened to something that only he could hear. He tried to ignore his growing headache.

"Of course, my Lord. Soon we will have the stone and then you can destroy the fool Dumbledore, and his precious Harry Potter."

A crack echoed through the forest and Quirrell froze. He seemed to listen a few more seconds and then departed. England stayed frozen for a while longer. So both Quirrell and Snape were working for Tom Riddle. Although Snape had protected Harry, despite his loathing for the boy. He wondered if, and how, Dumbledore had made the man a double agent.

A memory surfaced and he made a face. Typical. He finally removed his shielding and returned to the castle, resolving to fix it himself, since Dumbledore was doing nothing.

England started pestering Quirrell. Any time he found a solitary moment with the man, which was frequent as he had memorized his schedule, he would interrogate the man.

"So, Quirinus, tell me. How was Romania?"

"I-i-it was g-g-good. W-w-why d-d-d-do y-y-you a-ask?"

"Just curious about your stutter, and how recent a development it was."

"I-I-I-I've always h-h-had it."

"You're lying Quirinus. You didn't have one before two years ago."

"I-I-I-I-I-I d-d-d-don't r-rec-call ever m-m-meeting you."

"That's alright," England said cheerily. "That's how it is supposed to be."

For a moment, Quirrell's facade of timid anxiety gave way to suspicion and interest, but then the stutter was back. "I-I-I s-s-see."

"What relationship do you have with Severus?"

"H-h-h-he is a f-f-fell-l-low p-p-professor. W-w-we b-b-barely k-know each other."

"You're lying," England said coldly, trapping Quirrell to the wall. He was trying to ignore his growing headache.

"What's under the turban?"

"M-m-my h-h-head o-of c-c-course." Quirrell laughed nervously at his joke.

"You won't mind if I remove it, then?"

"O-o-of c-c-course n-not."

As England reached up to undo the turban, he saw Quirrell reach for his wand. He had a moment to step back before he was hit with a stunning spell. While it only made him dizzy for a moment, it was enough for Quirrell to escape into the hallways. England cursed. He'd never get Quirrell alone now. And he needed to know what was under that turban, because it certainly wasn't Quirrell's head.

From then on, Quirrell studiously avoided England. If he had to be near him, there was always someone else in the room. So, England changed tactics.

One day, after classes were finished, he marched into Snape's dungeon office and shut the door.

"Professor Kirkland," Snape drawled. "To what do I owe this pleasure?"

"A common enemy," England scowled.

"And who might that be?"

England had weighed his options very carefully. If he said the wrong thing, he would lose Snape as an ally and, possibly, be kicked out. So, he took the safe route. "The Dark Lord."

Snape looked both interested, startled, and suspicious. "Why would you come to me? He is everyone's enemy."

"Because I know who you were, and I know that we both know that he is here, right now."

Snape's scowl deepened. " I don't know what you mean."

"Quirrell, dammit!"

Snape immediately closed up, suspicion coating his features. "What do you know about Quirrell.?"

"That he is in communication with the Dark Lord and that his turban is not what he says he knows."

"And do you have any proof?"

"I heard him speaking to 'My Lord', referring to the demise of both Dumbledore and Harry Potter, and then he stunned me when I tried to remove his turban."

"Why don't you tell Dumbledore this?"

England scoffed. "You and I both know the Headmaster is far too trusting."

Snape nodded. "How do I know I can trust you?"

England looked deep into the man's eyes, allowing himself to understand everything about Severus Snape, lonely child, Lily's friend, Death Eater, double agent. "Because, I remember Lily too," he said solemnly, extending his full influence as a nation.

A tear trickled down Snape's cheek. He nodded and England cut off the connection, resisting the urge to vomit. Oh, how he loathed this man.

"You know as much as I do. Quirrell is working for the Dark Lord to get the Philosopher's Stone. Somehow he's in contact with the Dark Lord, and he is faking the stutter. As I understand it he is trying to get close to Harry Potter to make it easier to kill him."

England nodded. "Thank you, Severus. I will keep you posted on anything else I learn, if you will do the same."

Snape nodded. "For Lily's sake."

England nodded, trying not to gag, and left. After all this time, and Snape was still obsessed with Lily. He shook his head and returned to his office in time to see Harry and Company headed to Hagrid's hut, under an invisibility cloak.

He chuckled softly and started on his paperwork.

So, I have finished the first book, but...I'm going to post one chapter every so often, to buy me time to start the second one. :) Love you guys!

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