Chapter 10

We fell down into the trapdoor so far we couldn't even hear the harp when we landed. We landed on some sort of plant.

"Don't struggle," he warned. "It's devil's snare."

"Well then," I said, pulling out my wand, "why don't we just do this?" I pointed my wand at the plant and muttered, "Lumos solem." A bright light shined and we fell through the devil's snare.

After we went through all the tasks to get to the stone, we found ourselves at what we thought was the end. There we found the mirror of erised.

"What is this?" Quirrel demanded. "The stone is supposed to be here!"

"Use the girl," a hissing voice demanded.

"What was that?" I asked.

"Come here," Quirrel said, ignoring my question. "Look into the mirror and tell me what you see."

I stepped forward and looked into the mirror. I was terrified of the hissing voice and had a feeling I knew what it was. I wanted then to just find the stone so HE couldn't have it.

As I looked into the mirror, I saw what I wanted. Me pocketing the stone and running out. But I knew there was no way of that. But as I pocketed the stone in the mirror, I felt something heavy drop into my pocket.

"What do you see?" Quirrel asked quietly.

"I see..." I trailed off as something appeared in the mirror behind me. I turned around. There stood Potter. "I see Potter coming to stop us."

Quirrel whirled around. He saw Potter and glared. Potter looked confused.

"You?" he asked.

"He expected Snape," I supplied for Quirrel.

"Yes, Snape," Quirrel mused. "He would seem like the type, wouldn't he? Next to him, who would suspect me?" He turned around to the mirror and looked in it. "What does this mirror do? I see myself holding the stone. But how do I get it?"

"Use the boy," the hissing voice now said.

"Come here, Potter!" Quirrel snapped. "Now!"

Potter stepped forward and looked into the mirror. I felt the stone leave my pocket and saw it land in his. It would be safer in his pocket anyway, I thought.

"What do you see?" Quirrel demanded.

"I-I'm shaking hands with Dumbledore. I've won the house cup."

"He lies," the voice hissed.

"Tell the truth!" Quirrel demanded.

"Let me speak to him," the hissing voice said.

"Master, you are not strong enough."

"I have strength enough for this."

Upon hearing that, Quirrel began to unwrap his turban. When he took it off, there we saw, living on the back of his head, was the Dark Lord.

"Harry Potter," he hissed. "You see what you've done to me? See what I must do? Live off another, and drink unicorn blood to survive. I am weak. But not for long. I just need one thing. And it lies in your pocket."

Potter pulled the stone out of his pocket. "That's it, very good. Now give it here," Voldemort hissed.

"No way!" Potter shouted, and tried to run away.

"Stop him!" Voldemort demanded. Quirrel snapped his fingers and the room was surrounded by flames, stopping Potter from escaping. "Kill him!" he hissed when Potter refused to give him the stone again. "Rebecca! Kill him!"

I ran forward and attacked him, and we fell to the floor. I tried to wrestle the stone away from him, but he held onto it tightly. "Don't you want to see your parents again?" I asked. "That stone will bring them back."

"I know you're lying. You really don't give a damn about my parents. Yours, however, seem like a piece of work."

"You don't know shit about my parents!" I snapped.

"So let me guess, then, they're the perfect parents who just love to give you whatever you want? You grew up getting what you wanted, didn't you? Well you're not getting this!" he insisted.

"You don't know anything!" I snapped.

"Quirrel!" Voldemort hissed. "Help her!"

Potter was then lifted off me by Quirrel, who was choking him by the time I got up. The stone was just out of his reach, and I grabbed for it. "Good!" Voldemort hissed. "Now give it here."

Just then, however, Potter had tried to pull Quirrel's hand away from his throat, and Quirrel's hand started crumbling.

"What is this?" he asked frantically. He reached for Harry again and this time, Harry put his hand to Quirrel's face. His whole body started to crumble, and he was left as a pile of dust, which was really weird, if you think about it.

"Give me that stone!" Harry demanded.

"No!" I shot back.

He tried to grab it out of my hand, and fell forward when I moved out of the way. He pushed me to the ground and hit my head, knocking me out.