A/N: Hope you like!
And here the Action begins
Dear Barry,
Okay, I will check on the old wise guy.
Nicely put.
And, what's up with the guy who can't talk properly?
It sure is weird.
We'll talk after I come back from checking on the old guy.
Stay safe,
Snuffles
Harry was relieved to see Sirius' writing. He had been worrying for a while.
But there was one problem. Dumbledore was back.
This was what had happened:
"Hello everybody. It's nice to see you again. I am well, and Professor Quirrel is away on some business once again. Have a great day everyone, and now, let's eat." Professor Dumbledore had said.
Hermione and Harry had discussed how whenever Dumbledore was there, Quirrel was not, and when Quirrel was, Dumbledore was not.
It was quite strange.
And suddenly another owl arrived. It was pure white, and very elegant looking. It dropped the letter into Harry's open hand and stood there, waiting.
Dear Harry,
I must talk to you on some urgent business.
Please meet me by my office right now.
Professor Dumbledore
Harry would have no time to write to Sirius… and he had no paper or quill.
That could wait until later.
Harry rushed to Professor Dumbledore's office, and when he got there, the gargoyles let him in.
"Are you ready, Harry? We are off to see the Philosopher's Stone." Professor Dumbledore said.
"Why, Professor?" Harry asked, suspiciously.
"There is something we must do." Professor Dumbledore said, as he led Harry to where Fluffy was.
Harry wondered why they were going to the Philosopher's Stone. As they got there, Professor Dumbledore swiftly got out a flute; much like the one Harry had gotten before, but better made and started playing a tune. Fluffy's eyes immediately drooped, and they got past.
"I believe that there is a Devil's Snare at the bottom, so make sure to pull yourself out before it can get you all." Professor Dumbledore said, as he jumped.
Harry frowned. Professor Dumbledore was supposed to know for sure. This was strange.
Harry jumped, and pulled himself away from the Devil's Snare as fast he could.l
They continued on, and Professor Dumbledore got himself a broom and he caught the right key with ease.
As he opened the door, Professor Dumbledore muttered a spell under his breath.
With that, the chessmen parted and bowed, leaving the door clear.
Was that all it took? A simple spell that no one knew except for Dumbledore?
And that made Harry think. Was today the day that Harry had earlier gone and caught Quirrel there? Then would Quirrel be there? Then why was Dumbledore here? What was going on?
And then finally, there was the logic puzzle. But the potion to move on… there was only enough for one. How would they both move on?
With that, Professor Dumbledore pulled out a bottle that looked exactly the same as the one that would let them move on out of his robes.
"Harry, you drink this one, and I'll drink mine." Professor Dumbledore said, handing him the one on the table with the smallest bottle.
So Professor Dumbledore wasn't trying to kill him… so what was really up?
Harry gulped the potion down and rushed through the fire after Professor Dumbledore.
But… no one was there.
"Harry… do you remember how to get past the last test? I don't remember quite well." Professor Dumbledore exclaimed.
Harry's eyes widened.
There was no way that Professor Dumbledore wouldn't remember his own test. Something was clearly wrong.
"Professor…" Harry said backing away, until he could see the Mirror of Erised as he saw himself smiling at him. And then Harry felt a clunk in his pocket.
"HAHAHAHA! My master can soon come back to life! You are a fool, Harry Potter! Now tell me how to get past the last test. How to get the Philosopher's Stone!" Professor Dumbledore said with a power hungry expression on his face, laughing wickedly.
Harry reached for his wand, but Professor Dumbledore easily disarmed him.
And with that, Professor Dumbledore shrank… or should we say turned into Professor Quirrel.
Harry gasped.
"How did you… all this time?" Harry said, shocked.
"There's something called Polyjuice potion you twit! Why do you think my master has no hair, no nose? No fingernails, no toenails? Yes, I'm sure you think he does have fingernails, but you see, they're fake! Who would have thought? But my lord is almighty and wise, he knows and sees everything!" Quirrel said.
"Get… the… stone… the… stone…" A voice said.
"Of course, my lord!" Quirrel said, frightened.
Quirrel looked into the mirror, trying to find a way.
"TELL ME WHAT TO DO HARRY POTTER!" Quirrel shouted as he grabbed Harry's robes and shaked him.
Harry shivered in fear, even at his real age.
"I don't know!" Harry said.
"Use… the boy…" Voldemort's voice said, slithering and cold like a snake.
What a repeat in history.
"What do you see, boy?" Quirrel screeched as he shoved Harry towards the mirror.
"I see my family!" Harry said. It was the first thing that popped into his head.
"Useless." Quirrel muttered as he looked around for more possible ways to get past the final test.
"He… lies…" Voldemort said.
Why did Harry have to go through this again? Why hadn't he realized earlier that Dumbledore was a fraud? All those mystery disappearances, and weird personality swings.
"Boy, tell me the truth!" Quirrel screamed as he shook Harry, Harry trembling as he tried to get out of his grip.
"Let… me…" Voldemort said.
"But master, you aren't at your full health yet." Quirrel complained.
"I am strong enough… to do this… because of your faithful… drinks of unicorn blood…" Voldemort said as a weird figure came out of Quirrel.
Harry trembled with fear.
"STUPEFY!" A voice shouted, and all went dark after that.
A/N: Finally done, hope you all enjoyed!
Here's a challenge for you.
Find out what tenshi means. :) This will be kind of difficult because it's just the sound of the actual word, not the actual spelling itself. I will dedicate the next chapter to the first person who finds out! (Bonniebonbon, Lord Jinsura, Chocolatelover0506, Xby, (if you're reading, which I doubt) do not answer, you already know the answer! :))
Potter on,
-Soccerisawesome19
