June 14th 1992

Harry and Hope walk down a long staircase to an empty room with pillars around it. The Mirror of Erised is in the middle of the room, and a man is standing before it. Quirrell. Harry yelps and grabs his scar causing Hope to glance at him.

"You? No. It can't be...Snape. He was the one…." Harry speaks.

"Yes. He does seem the type, doesn't he? Next to me, who would suspect, "p-p-poor s-stuttering Professor Quirrell?"

"B-but, that day, during the Quidditch Match, Snape tried to kill me," Harry states confused.

"No, dear boy. I tried to kill you! And trust me, if Snape's cloak hadn't caught fire and broke my eye contact, I would have succeeded. Even with Snape muttering his little counter-curse."

"Snape was trying to...save me?"

"Shocking isn't it?" Hope muttered.

"I knew you were a danger right from the off. Especially after Halloween."

"Th-then you let the troll in."

"Very good Potter, yes. Snape, unfortunately, wasn't fooled. While everyone else was running to the dungeon, he went to the 3rd floor to head me off. He, of course, never trusted me again. He rarely left me alone." Quirrell turns back to the mirror and Harry's scar hurts. "But he doesn't understand. I'm never alone. Never. Now...what does this mirror do? I see what I desire. I see myself holding the stone. But how do I get it?"

"Come here, Potter, now!"

Hope grabs her brother's shoulder walking forward with him not wanting him to go alone.

"Tell me. What do you see?"

Harry looks in the mirror. He sees himself beside Hope. His mirror self brings his hand into his pocket and takes out a red stone. The mirror self winks and puts the stone back. Very subtly, Harry reaches to his pocket. There is a lump. He gasps. "What is it?! What do you see?!"

Hope subtly glances at Harry hoping he can come up with a believable lie. "I-I'm shaking hands with Dumbledore. I've won the house cup."

"Tell the truth! What do you see?!"

"Master, you are not strong enough."

Quirrell unwraps his turban and on the side opposite his face, another face is planted. Voldemort He stretches out and faces Harry and Hope via the mirror. Hope gulps slightly afraid, she knows she has to do everything she can to protect her brother. "Harry and Hope Potter. We meet again."

"Voldemort." Hope bites out.

"Yes. You see what I have become? See what I must do to survive? Live off another. A mere parasite. Unicorn blood can sustain 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!"

Hope shove Harry back, he turns and runs, Hope following after him.

"Stop them!" Voldemort called out. Quirrell snaps his fingers and fire erupts all around the room. "Don't be a fool! Why suffer a horrific death when you can join me and live?!"

"Never!"

Voldemort laughs, "Bravery. Your parents had it too. Tell me, children, would you like to see your mother and father again? Together, we can bring them back. All I ask for is something in return."

Hope and Harry share a look knowing exactly what they need to do, he takes the stone from his pocket. "That's it, Harry. There is no good and evil. There is only power, and those too weak to seek it. Together, we'll do extraordinary things. Just give me the stone!"

Hope smirks, "you're lying."

"Kill them!"

Quirrell soars into the air and smashes into Harry, one hand on Harry's throat. Hope watches helplessly as they fall to the steps. The stone falls out of Harry's reach as Quirrell chokes him. Suddenly, Harry puts his hand on Quirrell's, trying to get him off. Smoke furls from under his hand. Quirrell screams and backs up. His hand is crumbling into a mountain of black ash. "What is this magic?"

"Fool! Get the stone!" Voldemort commanded.

Quirrell walks forward, but Harry puts both hands on his face and Hope kicks the stone away from him. Quirrell backs up, then his face, which is horrendously burned, crumbles as he walks forward. His whole body is ash. He falls to the floor. Harry looks at his own hands and hurries over to the stone. He picks it up and sighs, when he hears something and notices Hope staring behind him. Turning, Harry saw a dust cloud with Voldemort's face. The cloud rushes forward, right through Harry as Hope pushes both herself and Harry away.

Voldemort flies away. Harry falls to the ground, unconscious. Hope falls down beside him, checking to see if he was okay.