Chessie: I'm not liking the premonition I'm getting right now.
Snape: Ignore it. You always do anyways. R.O.O. still ownly only Chessie and her pets.
Well, surprisingly, nothing happened until a few days before time to go home. Quirrel approached me with a stuttering smile and asked if I could help him with something he was asked to do. I nodded and he led me to the third floor corridor, the one that was forbidden. He flicked his wand at the harp and it began playing, and I gaped at the Cerberus before he patiently motioned me forwards.
The second room was startling – one made of vines. It didn't take long to realize that it was a plant from first year Herbology, and I conjured up sunlight and we dropped down into the next room. This room was very confusing, and we passed through quite easily. The key room was next, and I flew to catch the key, accidentally bending the wing before we rushed through the door and the other keys rammed into it. This next room was a giant chess board, and I swallowed fearfully as I saw what two pieces were missing – the king and a knight.
I was never used to play except to destroy, which I had great fun doing, and we passed through after he proclaimed a checkmate. The next room was a room that was soon blocked off on both ends with fire. I jumped, and he nodded towards a set of potions. I gasped, realizing what was going on, and that Quirrel was either after the stone itself, or to protect it. I wasn't sure which one, but I had to stall for time.
"Um, this will take a bit," I said pulling out some parchment and writing some things down.
It was about thirty minutes later, as I was still pretending to try to figure this out while occluding as best as I was thought how to, that I felt the pain enter my body. I was immediately writhing on the floor, screaming in white-hot pain. I had no idea what curse this was, but I didn't want to find out again. I screamed out, begging that I was working as fast as I could, and he yelled at me that he was furious that Snape had spoken so highly of me.
"I'm sorry!" I screamed, "He's made this hard! I'm not a genius like he is!"
"Work harder! Cruccio!" he snarled, and the pain went through me worse than before.
I screamed and writhed in pure agony, stopping and gasping in pain while blinking and trying to figure out where I was. After a bit, I realized it, and I got up before taking up another ten minutes to solve the puzzle, or get close to it.
"I narrowed it down to two," I panted, and pointed at the two. "It's one of them."
"Finally," he ranted angrily, "Cruccio!"
I screamed and writhed in pain for a few more minutes before he finally stopped with a smile so evil that I was quaking more than ever before.
"You are useless," he scowled, "Severus sings your praise, but you are nothing! I will show you just how much of nothing you are worth! Or rather, Severus will. Imis desiderium Tantibus!"
I screamed in shock as Professor Snape was suddenly in the room. He was staring at me almost hungrily, and I smiled and gasped.
"Professor Snape!" I breathed, "Thank Salazar!"
"Oh, you'll be thanking Salazar," he said vaguely as he stepped towards me and removed his boots. I furrowed my brow in confusion.
"Sir? What-what are you doing?" I asked terrified as he took off his cloak and vest.
"What does it look like I'm doing?" he asked as he removed his shirt to reveal a mess of so many scars it seemed to be all he was made up of.
"I-I don't," I stammered, terrified. What was going on?
"Surely you can figure things out," he sneered, and I swallowed fearfully. "Obviously you can't if it took you nearly an hour to find out my riddle with the potions. Now, what do we know is the differences between the two of us?"
"Um, you're a man, I'm a preteen female," I guessed, and he sneered.
"Congratulations, you've finally gotten a question right for once," he said darkly as he removed his pants, and I stared at his boxer shorts.
Oh, this was not good. I wanted a family, not an assault by the man I loved!
"S-sir," I gasped, "S-surely we can-can do this somewhere else? Per-perhaps another time? I-Quirrel's after the stone."
"Oh, I know," he beamed, "And he's housing my master."
I gaped in horror as he removed my underwear and sneered.
"Sir, please, I'll do anything, just don't take my virginity," I begged, and he smirked. "Well, yet. Take it all you want, but please just wait until after I'm of age!"
"Oh, you won't be coming of age," he sneered, "You're going to die here after I fuck you."
I wanted to scream as he removed the last layer of clothing. Never before had I seen a man naked and now wasn't exactly the best time, so I diverted my eyes to the ceiling just before he mercilessly fucked me. I felt my body giving out so many tremors as he kept going, yelling at me angrily and slapping me for some minor misdemeanor. Or rather, that's what my mind thought he did.
In reality, it was very different, although I had no way of knowing so at the time.
Imis desierium – Deepest desires
Tantibus - Nightmare
So, the spell Quirrel used is one of my own. It turns your deepest desires (which the Mirror of Erised shows) and turns it into a nightmare that is designed to be your personal hell. Poor Chessie. Snape comes in next chapter!