It's not my best but I'm posting it anyway in honor of International Harry Potter Day. Remember May 2, 1998, the day that Voldemort was defeated for good.
Dinner was a quiet and rushed affair. No one wanted to linger too long, and all conversations were rather stilted. Percy and Teddy had already been fed and were put down to sleep in their respective rooms, with a house elf looking over them.
James, Lily and Sirius were all huddled around Aurora. They knew that she was going to go after the stone, it's what they would do after all if they knew it was threatened, but they also didn't want their 11 year old daughter in that kind of danger. They were already rather upset with the future Professor McGonagall for sending the children out into the forest in the middle of the night.
Aurora was cuddled up into Fred's side, a happy grin on her face, content in a way that she hadn't been in years. Yes she knew that the next bit of the book wasn't the best, and that her years at Hogwarts really only got worse in the amount of danger that she was in, with her 3rd year being the best because the danger wasn't her fault or her trying to be a hero, but at the moment she was just happy. Right now she was just musing on whether or not to bring George, Bill and Charlie in to read about her second year. She had originally planned to bring George in for the third book, but she wasn't sure about the other Weasley brothers. At the same time she knew two things for certain. First, they deserved to know what happened to Ginny during her first year, and second, Ginny could probably use the support of her brothers as she had to relive her first year.
Once dinner was done, the group filed back into the reading room, Barty grabbed the book and started reading, not wanting to delay any longer. He was torn on what he wanted to do with his future now that he knew more about Voldemort, and he figured that that was one of the main reasons that he was brought here.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN Through the Trapdoor
James, Lily and Sirius all grumbled incomprehensibly under their breaths. They knew it was coming, and all they could hope for was that Aurora wouldn't go by herself.
In years to come, Aurora would never quite remember how she had managed to get through her exams when she half expected Voldemort to come bursting through the door at any moment.
"Wait," Frank started. "How long before your exams was your detention?"
"Five days," Draco and Hermione said.
"It's a wonder you got through your exams at all then," Pandora said.
"Draco was a nervous wreck," Blaise announced.
"I was not," Draco argued.
"Yes you were. You had no idea what it was that you saw in the forest so you had nightmares for weeks."
Yet the days crept by,
. . .
bewitched with an Anti-Cheating spell.
"It's almost as if the Professors don't trust us," Fred and all four Marauders said in unison.
Aurora rolled her eyes at the lot of them, while McGonagall and Flitwick shot pointed looks at the five people.
They had practical exams as well. . . points were given for how pretty the snuffbox was, but taken away if it had whiskers.
"Mine squeaked," Peter muttered.
Snape made them all nervous, breathing down their necks while they tried to remember how to make a Forgetfulness potion.
Lily chuckled at the irony.
Aurora did the best she could, trying to ignore the stabbing pains in her forehead, which had been bothering her ever since her trip into the forest. The ache in her scar only intensified her old nightmare, which was now worse for it included a hooded figure dripping blood in it.
Maybe it was because they hadn't seen what she had in the forest, or because they didn't have scars burning on their foreheads, but Ron and Hermione didn't seem nearly as worried about the Stone as Aurora.
"Or maybe it was because you left things out of your explanation of what exactly happened in the forest," Ron grumbled.
"We were very worried," Hermione argued. "It was just easier to focus on the thing that we could do something about at that time, rather than something that may or may not happen in the future."
Certainly, the idea of Voldemort scared them, but their dreams were not the ones he visited, night after night. Besides, they were so busy with their studying they didn't have much time to fret about what Snape, or anyone else, might be up to.
Aurora spent most of her time during exams in the library studying. The ice had thawed a little between herself and Amice after their detention, so she was often joined by both of the Diggory's. Several times they were even joined by the Weasley twins or Cedric's girlfriend, Cho.
"That had to have been awkward," Columba snickered.
"It was," Amice answered.
"It wasn't bad when it was just Cho without Cedric or just the twins without Cedric," Aurora acknowledged.
These times proved to be filled with awkward silences and glares, although Aurora never could figure out why. She seemed to get along with everyone separately, Cho even helping Aurora with her potions work, as she was the top ranking student for potions in her year. However, an uncomfortable atmosphere settled around them the moment they were all occupying the same space.
Amice and Neville laughed loudly, while James and Sirius looked incredulously at Aurora.
"I was 11," Aurora defended herself before anyone could comment about her lack of awareness. "I also had no real social skills because of the way I was raised."
Lily and the Marauders scowled at the reminder that Aurora didn't get to have a normal childhood.
Their very last exam was History of Magic.
. . .
Hermione always liked to go through their exam papers afterward,
"I always hate it when Lily does that with us," Marlene moaned.
"Moony is the same way," Peter whined.
but Ron said this made him feel ill,
. . .
"Go to Madam Pomfrey," Hermione suggested.
"You really should," Lily moaned.
"It wouldn't have done any good," Aurora sighed. There was nothing that she could have done to get rid of the pain afterall. Pain potions never worked because it wasn't a physical pain, it was the horcrux, and Pomfrey wouldn't have done a scan for dark magic. Even if she had, the only person other than Dumbledore who might have known what it was was in Egypt at that time, and hadn't met Aurora yet.
"I'm not ill," said Aurora.
. . .
Neville will play Quidditch for England before Hagrid lets Dumbledore down."
Neville snorted in amusement. "Shall I go try out now," he whispered to Ron.
Aurora scowled at the slight against Neville, but knew that Neville would find it funny, he often made fun of his lack of flying skills after all.
. . .
Aurora suddenly jumped to her feet.
"What did I miss?" Sirius asked.
"I have no idea," James admitted.
"The cloaked figure," Lily stammered. "The one Hagrid got the dragon egg from."
Everyone goggled at Lily and Aurora for their thought process. How on earth did an owl in the sky lead to Hagrid and the cloaked figure with a dragon egg.
"Where're you going?" said Ron sleepily.
. . .
Why didn't I see it before?"
"That's…" Remus trailed off. "How did?"
"Don't ask," Hermione chuckled. "We will never understand her thought process and we've been her best friends for almost 10 years at this point."
"Are you sure you don't want to be an Auror there lassie," Alastor grunted.
"I did a year of the training," Aurora laughed. "It was way too easy, so I decided to go a different route. My observation and deduction skills are not going to waste though, don't worry. We just don't talk about it."
Alastor, Kingsley and Amelia all picked up the hint. It was rather amazing, at twenty years old, and she was already an Unspeakable.
"What are you talking about?" said Ron,
. . .
"Yes, please," said Ron, but Aurora cut him off.
"Rude," Ron scowled. "Not everyone can run as fast as you, I was thirsty."
Aurora chuckled, earning another scowl from Hermione. "I was thirsty too," Hermione added.
"No, we're in a hurry.
. . .
He saw the three of them look stunned and raised his eyebrows.
"I imagine that he went to the Hog's Head," Lucius drawled. "Most everyone keeps their cloaks on there. The bar keeper is known for his discretion."
"We didn't know about the Hog's Head yet," Hermione said.
"Besides," Aurora added, "Aberforth lets Albus know if anything too bad is happening. Anything that might affect the students or the overall safety of the general populace."
Lucius, Narcissa, Severus and Regulus all stared from Aurora to Dumbledore. Lucius was starting to put together some of the pieces of how Dumbledore's little Order was foiling the Dark Lords plans. Many Death Eaters talked openly in the Hog's Head after all.
Severus and Regulus wondered if that meant the Headmaster knew that they were meant to take the Dark Mark in two days, outside of the room.
"It's not that unusual,
. . .
jus' play him a bit o' music an' he'll go straight off ter sleep —"
"Oh Hagrid," The four Professors sighed.
"Are you kidding me!" Lily shouted. "All that effort, and dealing with a dragon, and all anyone had to do was read about Greek mythology."
"Like we said, there were several books in the library about how to deal with a three-headed dog," Fred sighed.
Hagrid suddenly looked horrified.
. . .
They had never been told where Dumbledore lived, nor did they know anyone who had been sent to see him.
Fred loudly cleared his throat, "Don't know anyone who had been sent to see him? What am I, chopped liver?"
Aurora blushed, embarrassed. She had been so focused that she had forgotten about Fred.
"James," Sirius whimpered.
"I know Padfoot," James replied.
"It's a travesty," Peter sighed dramatically.
"The end of her first year and she still doesn't know where the Headmasters office is," Remus said, slumping over as if it was the end of the world.
Lily shook her head, exasperated, "Don't encourage her."
"We'll just have to —" Aurora began, but a voice suddenly rang across the hall.
"What are you three doing inside?"
It was Professor McGonagall, carrying a large pile of books.
Molly sighed, "Good, you can tell her and she'll help."
"I don't think that is what's going to happen Molly," Arthur said, looking at McGonagall sadly.
"We want to see Professor Dumbledore," said Hermione, rather bravely, Aurora and Ron thought.
"See Professor Dumbledore?" Professor McGonagall repeated, as though this was a very fishy thing to want to do. "Why?"
"Minerva," Dumbledore scolded lightly, "students are permitted to see me whenever they like, for whatever reason."
Aurora swallowed — now what?
. . .
"He received an urgent owl from the Ministry of Magic and flew off for London at once."
"The owl that Aurora noticed," Regulus said. Aurora just nodded at him.
"He's gone?" said Aurora frantically.
. . .
"Something you have to say is more important than the Ministry of Magic, Potter?"
"Yes!" exclaimed all the time travelers. Alastor, Amelia and Kingsley looked at each other worried about the state of the Ministry in the future.
"Look," said Aurora, throwing caution to the winds,
. . .
rest assured, no one can possibly steal it, it's too well protected."
"No it really wasn't," Fred and Aurora sighed.
The parents, and future parents in the room looked at them, wondering what they meant, but neither elaborated. It would all be explained in just a little bit, and then they could yell at Dumbledore and the other Professors about how the protections were obviously made with Aurora and her friend group in mind.
"But Professor —"
"Potter, I know what I'm talking about," she said shortly. She bent down and gathered up the fallen books. "I suggest you all go back outside and enjoy the sunshine."
"You're never going to trust a teacher with something important again are you?" Sirius asked. He knew how it felt to be ignored when asking for help.
"We try one more time, next year," Aurora said.
"But that was an even bigger flop than this," Ron added, scowling at the reminder of Lockhart and what a fraud he was. Blaise put an arm around Ginny in comfort.
But they didn't.
. . .
Hermione gasped. Aurora and Ron wheeled round.
"Severus is right behind you isn't he," Regulus laughed. His friend was very good at coming up behind people when they were talking about him and interrupting.
Snape was standing there.
. . .
"You shouldn't be inside on a day like this," he said, with an odd, twisted smile.
"Why is everyone making a big deal about you being inside," Lily asked, frustrated. "First McGonagall, now Severus. You are allowed to be inside the castle, even if the weather outside is nice."
"Yes but everyone seemed to be under the impression that I was like my father and was most likely planning a prank of some sort," Aurora grumbled.
"That's ridiculous," Sirius barked. "I've known you for two days and I can already tell that you are more like Lily then you are James at that age."
"The astronomy tower incident didn't help matters," Hermione admitted.
"But that was one thing," James said. "Other than that incident, what other time in your first year did you lose points outside of potions class." He turned his glare to the Professors, they should know better than to judge a child by how their parents acted in school. Aurora seemed to be a wonderful student who did one thing wrong as far as they are aware, and they didn't even have the full story, and they are almost punishing her for being his daughter.
"We were —" Aurora began, without any idea what she was going to say.
. . .
"Be warned, Potter — any more nighttime wanderings and I will personally make sure you are expelled. Good day to you."
Lily glared at Severus, that was uncalled for in her opinion.
He strode off in the direction of the staffroom.
. . .
"I suppose you think you're harder to get past than a pack of enchantments!" she stormed.
"Since everyone third year and up in every house got past them, I would say they would have been a better deterrent," Fred sneered.
"What do you mean?" McGonagall demanded.
"You'll see," Fred snapped in return. He was not pleased about what had happened that night, especially when he overheard Aurora, Ron and Hermione talking about how it was most likely a test of some sort for Aurora.
"Enough of this nonsense! If I hear you've come anywhere near here again, I'll take another fifty points from Gryffindor!
. . .
The other two stared at her. She was pale and her eyes were blazing.
"I think I've seen that look before," Alice joked, looking over at Lily.
"I'm going through the trapdoor tonight and I'm going to try and get to the Stone first."
"You're mad!" said Ron.
"You can't!" said Hermione. "After what McGonagall and Snape have said? You'll be expelled!"
"I don't think that matters to her honestly," Peter said.
"SO WHAT! '' Aurora shouted. "Don't you understand? If Snape gets hold of the Stone, Voldemort's coming back! Haven't you heard what it was like when he was trying to take over? There won't be any Hogwarts to get expelled from! He'll flatten it, or turn it into a school for the Dark Arts!
The shivers of Draco, Neville, Amice, Ginny and Luna were not missed.
Losing points doesn't matter anymore, can't you see? . . . Voldemort killed my parents, remember?"
The adults in the room looked at the girl sadly, except for Moody. He couldn't help but grin at Potter's words. Even at 11 she got it, where the teenagers in the room with him now, except for maybe the Black brothers, didn't really understand the truth about this war.
Most everyone was turning a blind eye or cowering from what was happening, but here she was trying to prevent it from happening again in the future, or at least delaying his return, if he was understanding things correctly.
She glared at them.
. . .
"But will it cover all three of us?" said Ron.
"What about Neville?" Frank asked, knowing that his son would want to be a part of whatever they were doing.
Ron looked down, not wanting to admit to Frank that he had forgotten about Neville until the boy was standing against them.
"All — all three of us?"
. . .
They're not throwing me out after that."
"Seriously, how are you not a Ravenclaw," Barty asked. Even he didn't do that well on his exams, he was a straight O student.
After dinner the three of them sat nervously apart in the common room.
. . .
she didn't feel much like singing.
"You offered yourself to go down first, you never would have even had the chance to sing," Ron muttered, a little sadly, he always loved hearing Aurora sing.
She ran back down to the common room.
. . .
"Nothing, Neville, nothing," said Aurora, hurriedly putting the cloak behind her back. She loved Neville, and she hated lying to him, but she needed him to let them go without him. She couldn't explain it, but she just knew that Neville would end up hurt if he went with them.
Neville looked at Aurora for a moment, before nodding at her in understanding. He could admit to himself and everyone else that his first couple years he was more of a liability than a help to Aurora. That didn't mean that it didn't hurt to be left behind, but he also knew that during their seventh year he was the most capable person of protecting the school outside of Aurora herself.
Neville stared at their guilty faces.
"You're going after the stone," he said.
"No, no, no," said Hermione.
. . .
"You can't go out," said Neville, "you'll be caught again. You could get really hurt."
"You don't understand," said Aurora, "I need you to stay. I can explain later but we have to go."
But Neville was clearly steeling himself to do something desperate.
"I won't let you do it," he said, hurrying to stand in front of the portrait hole. "I'll — I'll fight you!"
"That takes a great deal of courage to stand up to your loved ones Mr. Longbottom," Dumbledore praised.
"Neville, "Ron exploded, "get away from that hole and don't be an idiot —"
. . .
"Petrificus Totalus!" she cried, pointing it at Neville.
Hermione and Aurora let out small whimpers, they hated being reminded of this.
"It's okay," Neville assured them. "I understand why you did what you did. You were in a hurry and I wasn't helping matters."
Neville's arms snapped to his sides. His legs sprang together. His whole body rigid, he swayed where he stood and then fell flat on his face, stiff as a board.
Aurora ran to turn him over. Neville's jaws were jammed together so he couldn't speak. Only his eyes were moving, looking at them in horror.
"What've you done to him?" Aurora whispered.
"It's the full Body-Bind," said Hermione miserably. "Oh, Neville, I'm so sorry."
"We had to, Neville, no time to explain," said Aurora. "Please forgive me," she added in a whisper.
"Anything," Neville said, emphatically.
"You'll understand later, Neville," said Ron as they stepped over him and pulled on the invisibility cloak.
. . .
"Oh, let's kick her, just this once,"
Luna shot Ron a glare.
Ron whispered in Aurora's ear, but Aurora shook her head. As they climbed carefully around her,
. . .
"Peeves," she said, in a hoarse whisper, "the Bloody Baron has his own reasons for being invisible."
"That's brilliant," Fabian exclaimed.
"Why didn't we ever think of that Prongs?" Sirius wondered, while James looked at Aurora in awe.
Peeves almost fell out of the air in shock.
. . .
And he scooted off.
"I'm not worthy," Fred joked, getting up and bowing to Aurora. The Marauders joined in.
"Brilliant, Aurora!" whispered Ron.
. . .
"We're coming," said Hermione.
"Seriously don't know why you even try," Hermione grumbled.
Aurora pushed the door open.
. . .
"Looks like a harp," said Ron. "Snape must have left it there."
Severus rose an eyebrow at the trio, they really thought that his instrument of choice would be a harp. Even James and Sirius had a laugh at the idea of Severus choosing a harp to lull Fluffy to sleep with.
"It must wake up the moment you stop playing," said Aurora. "Well, here goes…"
. . .
Aurora, who was still playing the flute, waved at Ron to get his attention and pointed at herself.
"Of course you are offering to go first," Lily moaned, leaning into James.
"You want to go first? Are you sure?" said Ron.
. . .
There was no sign of the bottom.
Molly let out a soft whimper, clutching Arthur's hand in a death grip.
She lowered herself through the hole until she was hanging on by her fingertips. Then she looked up at Ron and said, "If anything happens to me, don't follow. Go straight to the owlery and send Hedwig to Dumbledore, right?"
"Why didn't you just do that in the first place?" Molly moaned. She knew they were all right, she could see the three of them all grown up, but she didn't want any of them getting hurt that night either.
"Right," said Ron.
. . .
"Dunno, some sort of plant thing. I suppose it's here to break the fall. Come on, Hermione!"
Professor Sprout snorted, she doubted that the plant was there just for that reason.
The distant music stopped.
. . .
As for Aurora and Ron, their legs had already been bound tightly in long creepers without their noticing.
Sprout looked confused, there were better plants that she could have used other than Devil's Snare.
"Devil's Snare," Frank questioned. "How to care for and combat that is taught in first year."
Hermione had managed to free herself
. . .
"Yes — of course — but there's no wood!" Hermione cried, wringing her hands.
"Not a word," Hermione growled at James and Sirius. They held their hands up and tried to look innocent, while they muffled their laughter.
"HAVE YOU GONE MAD?" Ron bellowed.
. . .
"Lucky you pay attention in Herbology, Hermione," said Aurora as she joined her by the wall, wiping sweat off her face.
"You both should have also been able to identify and stop Devil's Snare," Sprout scolded.
Ron looked away guiltily, while Aurora shrugged, she really wasn't that great at Herbology, she could thank her good grade in that class solely due to Neville.
"Maybe we should have brought Neville with us," Aurora added, looking at the plant again, thinking that he would have known what to do the second they landed on it.
"Yeah," said Ron, "and lucky Aurora doesn't lose her head in a crisis — 'there's no wood,' honestly."
"This way," said Aurora, pointing down a stone passageway, which was the only way forward.
"So that was Sprout's protection," Remus said.
"You have Flitwick, Snape, McGonagall, and Quirrell's left, right?" Sirius asked, wanting to make sure he remembered correctly.
The Trio nodded in the affirmative.
All they could hear apart from their footsteps was the gentle drip of water trickling down the walls.
. . .
If they met a dragon, a fully-grown dragon — Norbert had been bad enough…
"Oh," Molly and Lily whimpered. "You said you've faced multiple dragons," Lily groaned.
"Not here," Aurora assured.
"Can you hear something?" Ron whispered.
. . .
On the opposite side of the chamber was a heavy wooden door.
"I take it this is my protection," Flitwick asked. At the nods that he received, he then asked, "And they aren't birds are they?"
"Nope," Fred answered.
"Do you think they'll attack us if we cross the room?" said Ron.
. . .
They watched the birds soaring overhead, glittering —glittering?
"They're keys!" Regulus said, figuring it out. Then he looked confused, this was supposed to be a protection? Anyone could fly a broom if they tried hard enough, and could catch the key for the door, let alone Aurora Potter, the youngest seeker in a century.
"They're not birds!" Aurora said suddenly. "They're keys!
. . .
"But there are hundreds of them!"
"Then I guess it's a good thing that you have the best seeker ever with you," James exclaimed.
Ron examined the lock on the door.
. . .
Ron went speeding in the direction that Aurora was pointing, crashed into the ceiling, and nearly fell off his broom.
Draco chuckled, and started singing under his breath, but still loud enough that Ron could hear him, Weasley is Our King. Ron glared at him and Amice swatted him on the shoulder, giggling.
"We've got to close in on it!" Aurora called,
. . .
Aurora, Ron and Hermione shivered slightly – the towering white chessmen had no faces.
"Professor Minnie's turn," Peter cheered.
"Now what do we do?" Aurora whispered.
. . .
Aurora and Hermione stayed quiet, watching Ron think. Finally he said, "Now, don't be offended or anything, but neither of you are that good at chess —"
Something seemed to click for Columba and Lily at that moment. "These aren't protections," Lily growled, turning to glare at Dumbledore. "These are tests for Aurora."
"They do seem designed specifically for Aurora and her friends," Columba added. "Although we haven't seen Severus' or Quirrell's, I'm sure we can assume that they are something thought of with you in mind." The other's in the room looked thoughtful for a minute, as if thinking things over.
"The Devil's Snare would have been no trouble at all for Neville," Frank said. "And Hermione is an expert at casting those bluebell flames."
"Rory is the youngest seeker in a century," James said, disappointment aimed at the Headmaster. "Those winged kings never stood a chance against her."
"And a giant chess set, when it's been said that Ron is a wiz at chess," Andromeda sighed.
McGonagall looked as if she was going back and forth between anger at the Headmaster and wanting to defend him. She finally seemed to settle on defending him and said, "I'm sure that that is not the case. We don't know what the next two protections are, and I'm sure everything else is just a coincidence."
Everyone looked to Aurora, Ron and Hermione, who were sitting very stoically. They refused to give anything away, no matter how spot on they were.
"We're not offended," said Aurora quickly.
. . .
Their first real shock came when their other knight was taken.
"It's like actual wizard's chess isn't it?" Molly stuttered.
The white queen smashed him to the floor
. . .
"Yes…" said Ron softly, "It's the only way… I've got to be taken."
"NO!" shouted Molly and Arthur. Molly was ash white and had her face hidden in Arthur's chest, while Arthur was trembling.
"NO!" Aurora and Hermione shouted.
. . .
She struck Ron hard across the head with her stone arm, and he crashed to the floor —
Ron went over to where his parents were sitting, and allowed Molly to pull him down between herself and Arthur. Bill and Charlie cuddled up on his lap, wanting to make sure their older, younger, brother was okay.
Hermione screamed but stayed on her square —
. . .
a troll even larger than the one they had tackled, out cold with a bloody lump on its head.
"A troll," Kingsley confirmed. At the nods, he added, "Which you have already proven that you can handle, so not that big of a challenge."
The scowls reappeared on everyone's faces, replacing the looks of concern for Ron, as they were reminded that this wasn't protection for the stone but more of a test for Aurora.
"I'm glad we didn't have to fight that one," Aurora whispered
. . .
Are twins once you taste them, though different at first sight.
"That's rather clever," Lily said, smiling at Severus.
Hermione let out a great sigh and Aurora, amazed, saw that she was smiling, the very last thing she felt like doing.
"Brilliant," said Hermione. "This isn't magic — it's logic — a puzzle. A lot of the greatest wizards haven't got an ounce of logic, they'd be stuck in here forever."
"That's rather rude," Luna sighed.
"You are right Luna," Hermione flushed. "I was just thinking that sometimes wizards tend to overlook the easy way of doing things and go for the most complicated route."
"Oh, okay," Luna giggled. "That makes sense."
"But so will we, won't we?"
. . .
"There's only enough there for one of us," she said. "That's hardly one swallow."
Sirius, James and Lily all let out a resigned sigh, they knew what Aurora was going to do. "You are going to face whoever it is by yourself aren't you," James asked rhetorically.
Severus looked at James bewildered, did the man honestly believe that it wasn't Severus trying to get the stone? Was Potter really not taking the opportunity to blame him for something?
They looked at each other.
. . .
"Well — I was lucky once, wasn't I?" said Aurora, pointing at her scar. "I might get lucky again."
"That is not the mindset you go into a battle with," Alastor barked. "That type of thinking will only get you killed."
Hermione's lip trembled, and she suddenly dashed at Aurora and threw her arms around her.
. . .
There are more important things — friendship and bravery and — oh Aurora —be careful! "
"I wouldn't be half the person I am without my friends," Aurora admitted. Ron, Hermione, Neville and Luna all nodded in agreement, they didn't know who they would be without their friendships with each other either.
"You drink first," said Aurora. "You are sure which is which, aren't you?"
. . .
There was already someone there — but it wasn't Snape. It wasn't even Voldemort.
"It's Quirrell," Alastor grunted.
Everyone looked at Aurora for the answer.
"Who wants to read to confirm," Aurora asked.
"Give it here," James exclaimed, making grabbing motions for the book.