Snape, Harry, and Hermione run over to Ron, to see if he is ok. Snape knelt to check on his condition, "That is the last time I let a student almost die right in front of me," Snape could not believe he let this happen. Then again, he could not do it himself, if it were him and the chess board. Knowing he is not that good with chess to begin with. Then again, 'How did Quirrell get through here?'
"You two go on," Hermione said, "I will stay with Ron," she strokes his red hair, glad that he is alright, "just be careful," Harry nodded.
Snape and Harry look at each other. "Come Professor we need to hurry!" Harry gets up, running over to the door, looking over at Snape, who was right behind him, "you ready?"
"Just open the door Potter," he did not want to wait any longer. Harry opened it, letting his teacher go first.
Inside this room was these long stairs, leading down to whatever is down below. As they got closer Harry's scar started burn, groaning with agony. They met Quirrell down below and the mirror that Harry discovered next to the library, he looked over at Snape; knowing his professor was not pleased with this. Seeing the mirror was in here, his teacher looked away.
"Quirrell!" Harry shouts, walking down the steps. Quirrell turns around smiling at them, waiting for Harry to enter this room. He needs him after all for the final step. Mirror's reflection had only Quirrell in it nothing else. Snape was relieved at that.
"Hello dear boy, Professor," he looked at both, sneering, "glad you could join me finally…" he looked back at the mirror, "Now what does this mirror do?" Someone whispered to him, "I see whatever I desire. I see myself holding the stone. But how do I get it!"
"Use the boy!" A voice whispered.
Quirrell looked over at Potter, "Come here Potter! Now!"
Snape guarded Harry, going in front of him. "I knew there was something suspicious about you. Ever since you entered the castle," he got his wand out, "You also tried to kill him at the quidditch match. Since, I made sure to keep an eye on you. I knew you were also the one who let the troll in."
"Very good, Professor. How is that leg of yours?" he looked down at it.
"Doing quite well thanks to me," Harry says. Moving around Professor Snape, "It is ok professor, let me handle this. It is me he wants after all," he steps next to the mirror with the potion master stepping right beside him.
"Tell me," Quirrell says, getting impatient, "what do you see?" he hissed, peering over at the mirror. Harry sees himself, reaching into his pocket, holding the stone then slipping it back into his pants. His reflection winks at him. Harry gaped at this, touching his pocket; sure, he felt the stone.
"What is it! What do you see?"
Harry looks over at Snape, signaling with his eyes where the stone was, before he replies, gearing over to Quirrell, "I…am…shaking hands with Dumbledore. I…won the house cup."
"He lies!"
"Tell the truth!" Quirrell cries, ready to kill him, "what do you see!"
"Let me speak to him," the voice whispered.
Quirrell turns away from them, "Master you are not strong enough?"
"I have strength enough for this," the voice hissed. Quirrell reached over to his head. Snape got his wand ready. The wrap was off, and a head popped out on the back of his head. Snape stepped back, gaping at Voldemort starring back at Harry, in the reflection.
Harry Potter!" the Dark Lord hissed, "we meet again!"
"Voldemort?" Harry gaped, looking over at Snape; who's eyes changed from soft orbs to dark ones, wanting to kill him.
"Yes…see what I become? See what I must do to survive?" Snape had no sympathy for his former lord. "Live off another. A mere parasite. Unicorn blood can sustain me—"
"So, it was you who killed them?" Harry asks. Voldemort replied with a yes, "It cannot give me a body of my own, but there something that can…something that, conveniently enough, lies in your pocket!" Harry gapped at this, running over to Snape, grabbing him before heading back up the stairs, "stop them!" Quirrell snaps his fingers, flames spiraled around them. There was no where to run. "don't be a fool! Why suffer a horrific death? When you can join me and live!"
Snape gapped at that, 'He wants Potter his side?' Harry looked over at his teacher, "Never!"
Voldemort laughs at this, "Bravery. Your parents' had it too," he geared over at Snape, knowing that he killed his beloved Lily, seeing a pained expression in his eyes. The lord looked back at Potter, "Tell me Harry would you like to see your mother and father again?" the mirror showed Lily and James in the reflection. Snape looked away, gritting his teeth. 'This was not the time to show weakness.'
Harry geared over at Severus, telling him to kneel. His teacher looked confused at him, "Just do it sir?" Snape knelt beside him. Harry asked him to knelt so that he can reach his eyes, covering them with his hand. Protecting his professor from the mirror.
"All I ask Harry, is for something in return?" Harry got out the stone with his other hand, "that's it…there is no good and evil. There is only power. And those too weak to seek it. Together, we will do extraordinary things. Just give me the stone!" his parents' disappeared.
Harry removed his hand from Severus. "You liar!" he shouts at Voldemort.
"Kill him!" Quirrell hexes Snape, to get him out of the way, moving towards the mirror. Snaps again to surround him with flames. Quirrell flies over to Harry, making him fall backwards on the steps. The stone falls from his hand. Quirrell grabs his neck, trying to strangle him. Snape did not know what to do. If he uses the wand, it could hit Potter too. Harry grabs Quirrell's hand; starting to burn like fire.
"AHH! AHHHH" Quirrell cries, moving away, his hand completely disintegrated "what is this magic!" Snape gapped at this. Harry looked at his hands.
"Fool! Get the stone!"
Harry knew what he must do, Quirrell walks over to him; as Potter's hand touches his face. Steam was coming out of him, "AAH!" he moved away Harry as his face started to crumple. Harry gaped at his hands, gearing over his professor Snape. Professor Quirrell was done for; as his face turned into ashes, he tried to get the stone one more time, but it was too late. His whole body turned into nothing, but dust, falling to the ground. He was gone.
Snape gapped at the damage the boy done, looking over at him; before using a water spell to get the fire under control surrounding his body. Harry grabs the stone, hearing a voice in the background, Harry turns his head. It was not Snape, making this noise, it was Voldemort's spirit form. It suddenly shoots right through Harry, making him fall to the ground. Hitting his head hard on the concrete steps. Blacking out.