Hey guys, Butterlover328 here with the next chapter of the Potter Twins! This one is a bit short because I only just got back from vacation where I had no internet access for almost two weeks, so I had to write all this by hand. (But I did get a lot done, and I'm really happy with what I have.) Anyways, I'm going to keep this author's note short since none of you guys read it anyways, so I'll see you at the end! I hope you enjoy the chapter! Bye!
~Butterlover328
Upon entering the final chamber, Percy did three things. First, he placed the glasses that he had pickpocketed off of Harry on his face and took a moment to get used to them. Second, he cursed whoever had decided it was a good idea to have him be nearsighted and his brother farsighted, and finally, he took a quick panoramic of the room so that he could plan his next move, which currently was hiding behind a pillar before either Quirrell or Voldemort could spot him as they quarreled about how to get the stone from the Mirror of Erised, which was the only object in the room.
"Master, I don't know how to get past it. Do I break the mirror? Do I solve a riddle? It's not doing anything! All I see is me giving the stone to you, but there's nothing else! How do I get the stone?" Quirrell's voice rang out. Percy would have once again been impressed with the man's acting skills if he hadn't been working for the man who tried to kill him and his brother.
"Quirrell, you utter buffoon! Do you not see the writing above the mirror? There is some kind of code up there! Now use what little brains you have and turn around to let me see it!" The voice of Voldemort hissed. Percy barely stifled a yelp of pain as his scar exploded as the oily voice of the madman reached his ears. He took a deep breath to settle himself as he racked his brain for some semblance of a plan.
Unfortunately, as Fate would have it, the option to wait was taken from him as the felt a sudden pressure in his chest. He tried to resist the urge to cough, but the pressure was too much for his lungs. He tried to muffle the noise as much as possible with the sleeve of his shirt, but it was all in vain as the cough echoed through the chamber.
"What was that?" Quirrel asked as he was shaken out of the argument with his master to search for the source of the noise.
"You fool! It's probably Potter! The boy finally caught up to us! Quick, use the spell to find out where he is!" Voldemort rasped.
"What spell?"
"The human detector spell, you imbecile! I'm dealing with an idiot for a host!"
"Sorry, Master."
"Quiet Quirrell, I'm plotting." Voldemort shushed.
"Yes, Master."
Percy couldn't see the professor from his angle, so he took a few calming breaths to center himself and help his lungs recover before he summoned up the courage to step out of his hiding place. However, before he could reveal himself, Voldemort spoke.
"Come out and show yourself, Potter. We know you're out there. You will suffer less pain if you reveal yourself now than if you continue this silly game of hide and seek."
"Ooh, I don't know, Master. Hide and Seek actually sounds quite fun." Quirrell quipped.
"Quiet Quirrell!"
"Sorry, Master."
As Quirrell and Voldemort were quibbling with each other, Percy considered his options. He could listen to Voldemort and reveal himself on his own terms, or he could stay put and would likely be found by the madman anyways, and then he would be cornered. After all, it wouldn't be too taxing on Quirrell to find him since his only available hiding place is behind a pillar, and that isn't the most secure vantage point in the world. With his mind made up, Percy pulled out his custom wand and stepped away from the pillar behind Quirrell.
"I'm right here, Voldemort." He announced, his voice sounding a lot more confident than he felt.
"Ah, pesky Potter. How nice of you to finally show your face after all this time, Here, why don't you take a seat?" Quirrell said, reverting back to the more threatening and sane version of himself, which thoroughly confused Percy as the boy tried to determine which form of Quirrell he had witnessed was the true character of the man, and gave Quirrell the moment he needed to draw his wand and conjure a chair behind Percy. With a silent flick of Quirrell's wand, Percy was thrown back into the chair by a Knockback Jinx. He grunted from the impact, and as he moved to get up he was surprised to find his movement hindered by the ropes that suddenly appeared around his wrists, ankles, and chest, restraining him to the chair.
"Nice trick," He said when he realized what happened, a sarcastic remark on his lips. "How long did it take for you to come up with that?"
"Shut up, Potter! You will show respect to the Greatest Wizard of All Time!" Quirrell proclaimed.
"Who? Dumbledore? Nah, he sucks. Not really a fan of his." Percy quipped.
"I meant the Dark Lord!" Quirrell yelled, his face flushing red with rage at the insolence Percy showed.
"Oh, you mean the parasite sticking to the back of your head? Doesn't seem so powerful now, does he?"
"You think you're so smart, don't you boy? But really, all you are is a nosy kid who bit off more than he can chew, and now, you're going to pay the price." Quirrell's face pinched as he prepared to cast a spell on him, but before he could do anything, Voldemort interrupted him.
"Quirrell, you mewling quim! Stop wasting time and get back to the mirror!" Voldemort snarled.
"But Master, what about the boy?" Quirrell asked.
"Leave him. He will learn the error of his ways once I have the stone. We have already spent too much time down here tonight. The other professors will soon grow suspicious."
Percy wondered briefly if the reason Snape's injuries were so extensive was because he had caught up with Quirrell in the troll room, or if everything had been due to the troll. He shook his head to dispel that train of thought and tested his restraints while he watched Quirrell try to figure out the mirror once again.
"This code is none like I've ever seen, Master. How do we solve it?"
"Turn around and let me see it. I am quite adept at cracking codes."
Quirrell did as he was told and the chamber was silent as Voldemort examined the inscription above the mirror, trying to figure out what it meant. After a few minutes, Percy started shifting around in the chair, trying to shove at least one of the ropes off of him to allow better movement as well as to help contain his ADHD.
A short time later, Voldemort crowed in triumph. "I've got it Quirrell! 'I show not your face, but your hearts desire.' But what does it mean? Perhaps the mirror shows how to accomplish our desires! No, it only shows us it. But what does this have to do with the stone?"
Percy couldn't stop himself from scoffing, which drew the attention of the parasite and its host.
"Oh come on, really?" He said incredulously. "My friends and I solved that months ago! And to think, people call you the darkest, most terrifying wizard of all time! From what I've heard of you, you're just a glorified Hitler!"
"Shut up, Potter!" Quirrell bellowed, defending his master like a dog.
"Hold it, Quirrell!" Voldemort interrupted, stopping his minion in his tracks. "I don't believe that's truly Potter."
Percy's blood ran cold.
"B-but Master, it must be Potter! Who else could it be? Plus, he has the glasses and everything!" Quirrell argued.
"Have you been listening to him at all, you pathetic excuse for a wizard? Does he even sound vaguely by the Potter boy?"
Percy mentally kicked himself as he realized his mistake. Even though his prolonged exposure to British accents had changed his voice slightly, it wouldn't have been enough to truly disguise his New York accent. He had hoped that putting on Harry's glasses would have deterred any suspicion since Quirrell would be distracted by the stone, but that didn't seem to be the case.'
"Alright, you got me. I'm not Harry." Percy said, trying to stave off his panic. "What're you gonna do to me then, kill me?"
"Possibly." Voldemort said thoughtfully. "However, you still seem to be of some use. You claimed you and your friends," He spat out the word. "Had solved the code on the top of the mirror a while ago. So I'm going to ask you once." Voldemort moved to the chair Percy was tied to and leaned his rotting face close to Percy's, who gagged at the smell of rotting flesh wafting off the body of Quirrell. "How do you get the stone?"
"I don't know." Percy glared, sounding more confident than he felt. "When we found the mirror, it had been in a random corridor. I don't even think it has anything to do with the stone!"
"Of course it has to do with the stone! If you know what's good for you boy, you will tell me how to get it or I will-" Voldemort paused and considered something for a moment, and Percy watched warily as a smirk grew on Voldemort's face.
"Well, if you're not going to tell me, you're going to have to show me." Voldemort flicked his wand, and Percy was unprepared for when he was jerked forward as the chair sped over to where Voldemort was. Voldemort then grasped the chair tight and turned it towards the mirror.
"Now boy, how do I get the stone?" Voldemort hissed in his ear.
Percy didn't know what to do. The allure of the mirror was calling to him, but he didn't want to give in to it or Voldemort, but eventually it got to be too strong and he was forced to look into the mirror.
Percy had expected to see his family again, so he was surprised to see just Harry holding a blood red stone as he examined it. He shook his head, as if the results he got were disappointing, and he stuck it in his pocket. Percy felt something appear in the pocket above Riptide, but before he could check it out, Harry mouthed, "It's fake." to him and disappeared.
When Harry was gone and Percy was looking at his reflection again, the allure lessened and Percy could look away. He shifted in the chairs so that he could get to the pocket with the object, only to discover the stone Harry had been holding. He stared at it, wondering how it got in his pocket, when Quirrell's voice broke him out of his stupor.
"Master! The boy has the stone!" Quirrell cried out, pointing at Percy. He hadn't noticed when Voldemort and Quirrell had moved away from him, but now Voldemort was coming closer, and Percy couldn't let him have the stone, even if it was a fake.
"Stop!" He yelled. "If you take one more step, I'll destroy it!"
Voldemort chuckled despite himself. "Pathetic. This is the new generation of wizards? I bet this boy isn't even a pureblood. Come on, boy. Just give me the stone and you won't get hurt. Besides, the Philosopher's Stone cannot be destroyed."
Percy smirked. "Then why is it made of glass?" He didn't wait for Voldemort's response, and on impulse, he threw the stone as hard as he could with what little mobility he had, watching the satisfaction as it smashed on the ground and broke into a million pieces.
"NO! Foolish boy!" Voldemort roared, finally at the end of his rope. "You dare think that you can trick me? I'll show you not to mess with Lord Voldemort! Crucio!"
Percy didn't even know how it happened, but seconds later he was enveloped in the worst pain imaginable. He was straining against the ropes, unable to process anything but the white hot pain of thousands of knives stabbing into him. Finally, after what felt like years, the pain stopped. Percy sagged in the chair, unable to muster the strength to sit up as he gasped desperately for breath, his throat raw from screaming.
It took some time for Percy to register what happened, and why it had stopped, but suddenly he heard a voice call out his name that quickly turned into screeches of agony. His head shot up, and he gaped in horror as he watched Draco flail under the same spell he had just been forced to suffer under.
Hey guys, Butterlover328 here! Yes, this really is the end of the update. (I'm not sorry about it at all. In fact, I like how I ended it! Cliffhangers are fun to write!) However, that's not what I really wanted to talk about. What I did want to talk about was the fact that I FINALLY FINISHED CHAPTER 16 TODAY! It's been over a year since I started this chapter, and I can proudly say that it's finally finished! (No, this is not the end of chapter 16. Just the end of what I've transferred from paper to computer.) However, because I ended on a cliffhanger, I will be uploaded again really soon, which basically means as soon as I finish typing the rest of the chapter and it gets looked over and edited by my beta. So hopefully the end of Chapter 16 will come out by the end of the week, if not, then it will be out next week. I also have a new one-shot that's coming out later this week as well, maybe even today if I can get it typed up. It's a My Chemical Romance/Supernatural crossover (which doesn't seem like it makes sense until you read it, and even then the crossover is pretty minimal). Anyways, that's all I have to say right now. Any flames/death threats will be used as cannon fodder in my war against the plot bunnies. (I seriously have gotten at least 12 new story ideas these past few weeks alone. Apparently my writer's block was a dam and when it broke, all of the ideas burst through at the same time.) But anyways, I've got to go if you want to get the next chapter sooner, so I'm going to end it here. Bye!
~Butterlover328