They walk down a long set of stairs to a large room.
In the middle of the room is the Mirror of Erised, and a man is standing in front of it: Professor Quirrell.
Harry yelps and grabs his scar, and Bloom automatically steps in front of him.
She questions "You? No, it can't be…Snape. He was the one."
Quirrell turns around and says "Yes. He does seem the type, doesn't he? Next to him, who would suspect 'p-p-poor s-stuttering' Professor Quirrell?"
"B-but that day, the Quidditch match, Snape tried to kill me." Harry accuses.
"No, dear boy, I tried to kill you. And if Snape's cloak hadn't caught fire so spectacularly and broken my eye contact, I would have succeeded. Even with Snape muttering his little counter-curse."
Bloom asks "Snape was…trying to save him?" She feels a little bad for setting his cloak on fire now, but all the classroom persecution erases the rest of the guilt she would normally be feeling.
"I knew you two were a danger from the start, especially after Halloween. A troll knocked out with a lump on its head the size of a person's head, and its club broken, with pieces of the stalls it broke embedded in its skin - that should have been impossible for any 1st year student. And the immense power the Sorting Hat said you have Bloom, it makes you an immediate threat."
"You let the troll in."
It's not a question from Bloom, it's a statement of fact, and Quirrell says "Yes, unfortunately Snape wasn't fooled. While everyone else was running to the dungeons, he went to the 3rd floor to head me off. He, of course, never trusted me again; he rarely left me alone."
He turns back to the mirror, and Harry puts a hand to his scar.
"But he doesn't understand, I'm never alone. Never. Now, how does this mirror work? I see what I desire, I see myself holding the stone, but how do I get it?"
Suddenly, a raspy voice says Use the two.
"Come here Potter, Bloom, now!" Quirrell commands.
Bloom and Harry walk shakily to the mirror, and Bloom stands between the freaky professor and Harry; wanting to keep as much distance between the two people as possible.
"Tell me, what do you see?" Quirrell demands.
They see themselves, and Harry's reflection takes out a red stone from his pocket. He puts it back in his pocket, and nods at both of them - and reflection-Bloom's fists catch fire.
They look at each other, and Quirrell demands "What is it? What do you see?"
Harry says "We're shaking hands with Dumbledore, we've won the house cup."
Bloom adds "Everyone's cheering, and Ron just invited us to his place for the summer."
They lie…
The same voice as before, which is really creeping both of them out.
"Tell the truth! What do you see?"
Let me speak to them.
"Master, you are not strong enough."
I have strength enough for this.
As they watch, Quirrell unwinds his turban, and turns away from them.
On the back of his head, is another face, Voldemort; who looks vaguely like a snake.
He stretches out, and faces them using the mirror.
"Harry Potter, we meet again. And you brought your new friend with."
"Voldemort." They both say the name, scared stiff at the moment.
"Yes. You see what I have become? See what I must do to survive? Live off another, a mere parasite. Unicorn blood sustains me, but it cannot give me a body of my own. But there is something that can. Something that, conveniently enough, lies in your pocket!"
He is glaring at Harry, but Bloom grabs his wrist and runs, pulling Harry back.
"Stop them!"
Quirrell snaps his finger, and a wall of fire erupts all around the room.
They spin around to see Quirrell advancing.
"Get behind me Harry."
Bloom's got her wand in one hand, and her other is flexing like it's looking for something; and the fire all through the room leaps higher and the closest part starts running towards them like liquid in a groove.
"Bloom, I doubt a wall of fire-"
"Let's just say this will be a bit more explosive, Harry. Stay behind me, no matter what."
Voldemort says "Don't be fools! Why suffer a horrific death when you can join me and live?"
Both kids scream at the same time "NEVER!"
"Bravery, your parents had it to, Harry. Tell me, would you like to see them again? Together we can bring them back. All I ask is one thing in return."
Harry's hand moves to his pocket, and takes out the Stone.
"That's it. There is no good and evil, only power, and those too weak to see it. Together, we'll do extraordinary things. Just give me the Stone."
Bloom and Harry look at each other for a second, knowing each other's choice.
Bloom yells "You're a liar! We'll never help you!"
"Kill them!" Voldemort orders.
Bloom is trying to call on the power inside her, but Quirrell is too fast. He soars up into the air - something she resolves right then to learn to do as soon as she earns her Charmix - and smashes into them.
He knocks Bloom to the ground and has Harry's throat in his grip.
When she looks up, the Stone is out of his reach; and Quirrell has Harry pinned to the stairs and is choking him - but he immediately lets go because his hand is disintegrating.
"LEAVE HARRY ALONE!" She tackles him, sending them into the close wall of fire.
Bloom is on top of Quirrell, and Harry sees her focus for a second.
Now, the fire not only leaps up - which he saw it do before Voldemort distracted them - but it engulfs Bloom and Quirrell.
"BLOOM!"
A moment later, the fire clears, and Bloom is wearing a sparkly haler top, miniskirt, ankle boots, and handless gloves the same color as her eyes.
Her hair is brushed back, with a gold tiara in her hair; but the most shocking change is the butterfly-like wings sprouting from her back.
Quirrell is screaming, his entire body is turning to ashes, both from Harry's touch and from the massive burst of fire.
"What is this magic? How is this possible?"
Fool, get the Stone!
Quirrell can't though, his body has turned to ash.
Harry runs over to Bloom, and hugs her hard.
He seriously thought he just lost one of his best friends, who he wouldn't trade for anything in the world.
He grabbed the Stone, and it's safe in his pocket.
"Bloom…don't ever scare me like that again. What happened?"
Before she can explain the rush of power through her, which happened when she tackled Quirrell to save Harry, they hear something and turn around.
They see a dust cloud with Voldemort's face rushing for them.
Harry gets in front of Bloom now, and when Voldemort passes through him, she lets go of all her control over her powers.
The fire in her escapes her skin, and she feels something leeching all the strength from her.
A giant dragon made of fire erupts from her body, almost exactly like the dragon her wand is carved in the shape of, hitting the dust cloud squarely and dissipating it with a massive roar from the dragon; which disappears.
Harry is already on the ground, and now she blacks out as well, feeling like she could sleep for a month.
The last thing she knows, Voldemort's gone, Harry's safe, and they still have the Stone - and she uses the very last bit of her strength to heal Harry.
She unconsciously transforms back, still in her robes, and holding her wand with one hand and Harry's with the other.
AN: And the moment you've all been waiting for is here! Bloom's got her Charmix, and Harry's discovered her powers! Any guesses as to how long 'til she figures out the other little secret of her past?