Ch 2 The Mirror

'Professer Quirrell' I yelled.
'But I thought it was Tom Riddle. And Ginny, where's she?' asked Harry.
'I don't know. She's not here.Alright, I see myself holding the stone, but how do I get it?' Asked Quirrel.
'Wicked, you see a stone? But I see myself as Percy, and bloody hell, I'm holding a Firebolt. I look good!' I said.
Quirrel said, 'Arrrrrggg...!'
Suddenly, a voice out of nowhere spoke, 'Use the boy...use...'
'Come here, you stupid block, now!' Quirrel yelled.
'Wicked! Harry, he's calling you.' I said.
'Huh? Oh, I see my parents, they are smiling at me and-'
'Wicked!' I interrupted Harry.
'-and they're still smiling at me, and oh no the are waving at me.'
'Wicked' I said. Wood walked into the chamber of secrets wearing Quidditch robes and holding a cleansweep in a hand.
'Hey Harry, hurry up, stop wasting time, the quidditch match is on! You better hurry, now come on!' He said.
'Wicked!'