While they headed to the last spot Neville's scar started to hurt.
"Ah!" He started to rub it tightly.
"Neville?" Harry said.
He shook his head. When they got there they saw someone they weren't expecting.
"You." Neville said.
Then he turned around.
"Yes, it does seem tight doesn't it. But then again who would have expected p-poor s-s-stuttering Professor Quirrell?"
"But that day, during the quidditch match, Snape looked like he was trying to kill me!" Harry said.
"No dear boy, I tried to kill you! And if Snape hadn't been hit by fire and broken my eye contact I would have succeeded! Even with Snape muttering his little counter-curse." Quirrell said.
"Snape was, trying to save me."
"Then, then you let the troll in?" Neville said.
"Very good Longbottom yes. Snape, of course wasn't fooled. While everyone else went to the dungeon he went to the third floor and had me off! He, of course, never trusted me again. But he doesn't understand, I'm never alone, never." He turned around and looked at the mirror.
Neville winced and rubbed his scar.
"Now, what does this mirror do? I see myself holding the stone, but how do I get it?" Quirrell asked.
"Use the kids." someone said and Neville and Harry looked around.
"Come here Potter and Longbottom, now!"
So they walked over to him and waited.
They looked at the mirror. Neville saw himself holding the stone and so did Harry.
"Well what is it, what do you see?" he snapped.
"I'm shaking hands with Dumbledore, I've won the house cup." Neville said.
He waited for an answer but got nothing.
"And you?"
"I see beating Ron at a game of chess." Harry said.
"They lie." someone said.
"TELL THE TRUTH! WHAT DO YOU SEE?!"
"Let me speak to them."
"Master you are not strong enough."
"I have strength enough, for this."
So he started to unwrap his turban. They looked at each other and then looked back and saw him.
"Harry Potter and Neville Longbottom, we meet, again." Voldemort said.
"Voldemort." Neville said.
"Yes, see what I've become? See what I must do to survive? Live off another, and be a parasite! Unicorn blood can sustain me, but it cannot give me a body to my own. But there is something that can. Something that conveniently enough, lies in your pocket."
They started to turn around and run. "Stop them!" Voldemort said and Quirrell snapped.
"Don't be fools, why suffer heretic death, when you can join me, and live?" Voldemort said.
"Never!" they yelled together.
"Hahahaha, bravery, your parents have it to! Tell me Neville, Harry, do you want to see your mother and father safe and again?" They looked at each other. "Together, we can protect them and bring them. All I ask, is for something in return."
Neville started to take the stone out.
"That's it Harry, Neville, 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." Voldemort said.
They looked at each other again.
"YOU LIER!" they said together.
"Kill them!" Voldemort yelled.
So he came and jumped on Neville who dropped the stone.
"No! Neville!" Harry said.
Before he could do anything he was unconscious after being kicked hard.
Neville tried to call her but couldn't talk.
Then he put his hand on Quirrell and suddenly his hand started to burn.
"Ahh! What is this magic?"
"Fool! Get the stone!" Voldemort yelled.
Neville looked at his hand and then put both of them on his face.
"Ahhh!" Quirrell yelled while Neville fought the pain in his scar.
Then he finally let him go. Quirrell tried to move but was still falling apart. When he was gone Neville picked up the stone and then ran to Tracey.
Suddenly something came and went through him.
"Ahhh!" he yelled while he started to fall and pass out himself. But before he did he heard something.
"Neville! Harry!"
Then he was gone.
