Five and 3/4 months later…
My heart tightens as I walk through the magic fire. There was only enough potion for two people to continue to the next room. Hermione volunteered to stay behind. The room I end up to is dark, and the stone that makes up the floor is cold. Harry comes through the fire. We walk down the stairs, in we come to a large room, with a mirror and pillars. Harry puts his hand over his scar and grimaces. His eyes grow wide when he sees the person in front of the mirror. Somehow, I'm not surprised that it's Professor Quirrell, and not Professor Snape.
"But thats impossible!" Harry yells. Professor Quirrell snaps his fingers, and ropes tie themselves around our elbows, wrists, knees, ankles, and in between our mouths, gagging us. I immediately trip and fall to the unforgiving stone ground. oh Man.
"This mirror shows me what I most desire." Professor Quirrell mutters to himself. "I see myself holding the stone. BUT WHERE IS IT!"
A cold, raspy, voice echoes through the room. "Use the boy!" Professor Quirrell snaps his fingers, and the ropes around Harry disappear. Unlucky, the ones around me are still very much binding me. I wither around, trying to catch a glimpse of the scene in front of the mirror
"BOY! COME HERE!" Professor Quirrell yells. Harry walks over, shaking. He looks in the mirror. "What do you see?"
Harry looks in the mirror, and looks astonished. Then I see a lump in the pocket of his pants that was not there before! "IIII'm sshaking hands with Dumbledore, Ii've just won the hoouse cuuuup." Harry stutters, looking straight at the mirror, not at Professor Quirrell. I have no idea what he saw in the mirror, but I can guarantee that he was lying. Harry sees our parents in the mirror, as do I.
"Lies!" The raspy voice returns.
"What should I do Master?" Professor Quirrell asked the voice. "Should I try the girl?"
"Yes." The raspy voice states . Professor Quirrell snaps his fingers, the ropes binding me vanish, but bind Harry instead, and its his turn to fall to the unforgiving stone floor. My heartbeat becomes loud and heavy, and my breathing becomes shallow as I walk to the mirror. I look in front of the mirror.
I see Harry untied, unharmed, running out of the room, giving the stone to Dumbledore. I see Voldemort, vanquished, and Professor Quirell become nice and sane again. Then I see my birth parents and my adopted parents, running into the room, and getting their revenge on Voldemort for tearing us apart. A tear runs down my cheek.
"What do you see girl?"Professer Quirrell asks me in a cold tone.
"IIIII Voldemort out of your head and you bbbbeeeeiiing nice." I stutter. I know that was the wrong thing to say, the worst thing I could say, as soon as it came out of my mouth. And I am going to pay. I close my eyes and try to gulp down the fear of my life.
"CURCIO!" Voldemort shouts. What feels like millions of blue-hot knives jab into my body, causing me to scream loudest the loudest I've screamed in my life. Tears streak down my writhing anatomy. Fortunately, the pain abruptly stops. Unfortunately, Professor Quirrell/Voldemort does the horrible spell 5 more times.
When the last spell of pain finally ceases, I can barely move. Professor Quirrell/Voldemort laugh, as if they were old friends. At first I think they're laughing at their cutely, but then it hits me. Their laughing at me! Their laughing at my body that they are slowly killing. The girl that's so stiff with pain that she can only move her neck in a tiny position. Laughing because she shall be the first causality, scratch that, Execution of their new empire. Voldemort raises his wand. "AVANA KADAVRA!"
The bright green light lands 6 centimeters next to my head, sending green sparks bouncing across the stone floor. Holy Clover Cake. Ho-ly Clover Cake. Turns out the spell was too much for Voldemort, as Professor Quirrell/Voldemort crumble to the ground. And the world turns black.(. Also I'm not being metaphoric, Professor Quirrell/Voldemort literally turned to stone and crumbled to the ground.)