Brooklyn finally faces Voldemort! (or his spirit in another's body, at least)

Hope you enjoy!

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When they walked through the door, surprise met their eyes. The Mirror of Erised was there in all its glory, but somebody else was standing in front of it, but it wasn't even Snape. Brooklyn immediately recognized the purple turban.

It was Quirrell. He held Harry's hand firmly in his, growling lowly.

"You!" Harry gasped out loud. Quirrell spotted them and smirked in an almost evil manner.

"Yes, me. Don't look so surprised, Potter."

"But we thought that Snape-"

"Ha! Don't even count on Snape to do something like this. But he does seem the type doesn't he? Next to him who would suspect a stuttering innocent like me?"

Brooklyn just couldn't believe it was Quirrell. "But, at the Quidditch match, I saved Harry from being bucked off his broom by Snape."

Quirrell laughed. "No, gargoyle. I tried to kill him!" Brooklyn stared in shock and anger, his taloned hands clenched in fury. "If Snape's cloak hadn't caught fire and broken my eye contact, I would have succeeded, even with Snape muttering his countercurse."

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

"I knew he was onto me, especially after Halloween." Quirrell also said, which only made Brooklyn's anger grow.

"This was all you, letting the troll in and putting my friends in danger, just for one lousy Stone? You're insane!" He snapped, wanting to attack him more than ever.

Quirrell's smirk only grew. "You should know, gargoyle, that Snape never trusted me again after that. But he should know that I'm never alone." He turned back to the mirror.

"And one more thing." With sudden movements, Quirrell drew his wand and shot something at Brooklyn. His eyes widened as he tried jumping out of the way but too late as a large mesh of a net threw itself onto Brooklyn and pinned him to the ground. Harry gasped in horror and tried to help, but Quirrell pulled Harry away with another spell. Brooklyn growled in anger, his eyes flashing as he tried to pull the net off, but his skin burned in pain as soon as he touched it with his hands.

Quirrell laughed. "Don't bother struggling, pathetic gargoyle. This net has magic that not even the likes of you can break. I only need to figure out how to get the Stone from the mirror and you can't be in my way!" He studied the mirror. Brooklyn felt helpless but there was nothing he can do as he watched.

"What does this mirror do? I see myself holding the Stone, but how do I get it?" He growled, looking frustrated. Brooklyn had hope that he wouldn't figure it out, but something else happened that extinguished it. A high cold voice suddenly spoke.

"Use the boy!" It hissed, turning Brooklyn's blood cold. He'd never heard a voice like that before. Harry looked scared, too, as Quirrell looked at him.

"Come here, Potter! Now!" Brooklyn was worried for his brother as Harry walked to the mirror.

Please, don't let him get it! He prayed silently.

Harry ended up lying to Quirrell about what he saw in the mirror. It seems that he somehow got the Stone after looking in. Brooklyn was confused. How did that happen?

Then the horrible voice spoke again. "Let me speak to the boy!" Quirrell looked suddenly nervous. "No, master, you're not strong enough!" "I have strength enough for this!"

Quirrell began to unwrap his turban, fear for Harry growing even more in Brooklyn as he unwrapped his turban, to reveal a face that was sure to haunt Brooklyn's nightmares for weeks.

It was a face attached to Quirrell's head that had red eyes and slits for nostrils as it smiled cruelly at the two of them.

"Harry Potter, we meet again!" The face hissed. Brooklyn tried to break free, but the magic burned his skin again.

"Voldemort!" Harry gasped. He smiled evilly again. "Yes. And that's your precious gargoyle companion, isn't it? I know about where they came from, and how they went extinct!" He leered, causing Brooklyn to tremble in rage.

"You don't talk about my Clan!" He yelled in fury. Voldemort only laughed. "How touching! But you see what I've become? A mere parasite. Unicorn blood can sustain me, but it can't give me a body of my own. But there is something that can. Something that conveniently enough lies in your pocket!"

At those words, Brooklyn looked over at Harry. "Run!" He yelled. Harry glanced at him in fear, but did as he said. Fire suddenly erupted all around them, trapping them both.

"Why suffer such a horrific death, Harry? When you can join me, and live?"

Brooklyn growled in pain and anger. "He will never join you! You murdered his parents!" Voldemort laughed.

"Such bravery. His parents had it too. But I might have an option. He and I can bring back his parents. All I ask is for something in return." Harry unknowingly pulled out the Stone. It was a blood red color.

"That's it, Harry. There is no good or evil. There is only power, and those too weak to seek it. If you give me the Stone, we will do great things together!" Voldemort said in a tone that reminded Brooklyn of how Demona had almost seduced him. There was no way that he would let Harry make the same mistake that he almost did. He shook his head "Don't do it!" He cried.

His words seemed to get Harry back to reality as he gripped the Stone in his hands. "Liar!" He cried. Voldemort was enraged. "KILL HIM!" Brooklyn's heart was filled with horror for his brother as Quirrell leapt at Harry and began choking him.

No! Brooklyn's heart screamed. He heard Harry gasping for air as he turned, terror in his gaze. Just seeing him like that gave Brooklyn some kind of strength he didn't think he had. As long as he was around, he wouldn't let anybody harm his human brother. Giving out a loud growl, ignoring the pain, he gripped the net tightly and began pulling hard until it finally ripped.

He thrust it off of him and stood to his full height, his wings spread out as his eyes lit up white with rage and roared in fury.

Voldemort saw this and his eyes narrowed in anger. "NO, YOU FOOL! THE GARGOYLE! STUN HIM!"

Brooklyn fell on all fours and charged towards Quirrell. His enemy drew his wand while keeping a grip on Harry. Raising it, he shouted out a spell.

"Stupefy!"

It hit Brooklyn before he had time to move away or pull out his wand. He cried out as he flew a few feet in the air and slammed against a pillar and slumped to the floor, his vision turning blurry.

"B-Brooklyn!" Gasped Harry as he too found his own strength. Brooklyn just had enough left in him to witness Harry grabbing Quirrell's hand and pulling it off, making Quirrell shout in pain as his hand burned. Brooklyn was confused.

How? Was his last thought before he finally gave into darkness.