Disclaimer; same as previous

Chapter 11; Quirrells end

Amy's point of view

Quirrell stood looking into the mirror of Erised. He turned, hearing their approach. There was a horrible high pitched laugh. Suddenly Amy's forehead felt as though it were about to split open. Where was the voice coming from? Harry looked as bad as she felt. Quirrell raised his wand, pointing at Amy. "We only need one." He said. As he began to flourish his wand the high pitched voice spoke, making him pause. "Wait, Quirrell, the girl may yet come in useful, one way or another. He offered the two students a place by his side. A chance to serve him. They refused the offer. Voldemort became angry.

At his instruction, Quirrell bound them both with a spell. Invisible ropes tightened around her and she fell to the ground. Before hitting the marble tiled floor, Amy's head cracked against one of the thick pillars that decorated the strange room. Her vision became blurry. Concentrating on the pain caused by voldemort's presence, Amy desperately held on to consciousness. Looking up she realised that harry was standing before the mirror. He told Quirrell he saw himself as head boy. A blatant and badly told lie. His hand rested briefly on his trouser pocket and she knew that the stone was there somehow. "He lies" hissed Voldemort.

Quirrell began to undo his turban and Amy realised, horrified, where Voldemort's voice was emanating from. With Quirrells attention on harry, the invisible bonds holding her loosened considerably until she was able to take her wand out of her pocket. Voldemort was speaking, Quirrell was rushing at harry, his arms outstretched and ready to strangle. Amy undid her bonds with a muttered spell and got up, her head spinning dangerously. Then she saw voldemort's protruding face. Fighting back the darkness that ate at her vision, and the urge to vomit that clawed at her insides, amy ran towards Quirrell, but stopped short as he backed away screaming, his arm and face crumbling to ash. Voldemorts voice rang out inside her mind. "I see potential in you, Amy potter." Before his spirit abandoned Quirrells lifeless form. The spirit passed through harry, knocking him over, and then through her. She fell, feeling the cool marble of the floor against her cheek; she let the darkness take her finally.

Draco's point of view

Draco paced back and forth impatiently in front of the mysterious door, every now and again hearing the low growls of the monstrous dog. What was going on? Where had Potter and his fan-club gone? There would be war if something had happened to Evans; he swore it. When the door swung open he jumped back into the darkness, startled. The know it all mudblood and weaslebee rushed out. The red head looking no more scruffy and unkempt than usual in Draco's opinion, and the usually prim and proper muggle born looking crazed and worried. They hurried off to god knows where. He stayed, waiting for Evans.

Ron's point of view

He woke to find Hermione leaning over him, her bushy mane taking up his whole line of vision. With a start, he remembered what had happened;
"Where's Harry?"
"He went on with Amy. Come on, we have to get to the owlry." She helped him up and together they left.

Amy's point of view

The ceiling of the hospital wing swam before her eyes for a few moments before she realised where she was. She tried to turn her head and nearly blacked out again with the pain. It was night time and it was very quiet. She could hear the deep breathing of someone sleeping not too far away and wondered who it could be. Was it Harry? Was he ok? The swish of a cloak made her jump into a sitting position in the bed. This sent waves of pain all around her body. She yelped quietly and whimpered. When her vision cleared she looked around the room. The neatly dressed beds and pristine surfaces were the same as her last visit. The deep breathing was coming from a few beds down where she could see a mop of messy black hair sticking out of the bedclothes. Relief flooded through her every pore. At least he was still alive.

Looking around again, she tried to distinguish shapes in the gloom of the faintly-lit room. She was sure she had heard something. Suddenly she heard it again, to her left. Painfully, she jerked her head accordingly, expecting to be met with twinkling blue eyes, but there was no one. Slowly, she lowered her body down onto the bed again and let the healing darkness take over once more.

Snape's point of view

She lay there, prone in the hospital bed. She looked so tiny. Battered and bruised, laying just a few beds away from her brother, who wasn't much better off. He had been charged to protect them and now they were both in the hospital. He could only blame himself. If he had only taken care of Quirrell sooner, none of this would have happened. Dumbledore should have let him take care of it in the beginning. He looked down once more to see the face that so reminded him of her, only to find that her eyes were beginning to open. So with a slight swish of his cloak he turned and left. So deep in thought and wrapped in memories that he didn't notice the young boy with the silver eyes and white blond hair watching the whole episode.

Draco's point of view

He was absolutely intrigued! It was a perfectly normal occurrence for a head of house to visit a pupil in the hospital wing, but for that head of house to be Snape, to visit in the very early hours of the morning and to look at his pupil with an expression that Draco, quite frankly, had never expected to see on the visage of the potions teacher was absurd, unbelievable. And yet he, Draco had been witness to it.

He stayed there until she fell asleep again. Even in her sleep she looked unhappy.