Lord Voldemort and the Philosopher's Stone
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Chapter 2 – Professor Quirrell
10 years later
Hidden beneath the undergrowth deep in the Black Forest of Germany, a snake made its sinuous way towards its prey. The prey was a man and, unlike most of its kind, the snake did not want to bite him or squeeze him to death, it had something special planned for the man.
The snake finally drew within range of the unsuspecting man and then suddenly there was a sharp rustle of leaves and the man turned to see an eerie, shapeless cloud rushing towards him and entering his body though his stomach. The man screamed in agony as his mind was invaded.
"Silence!" cried a high pitched voice, as cold as ice. The man stopped struggling and the pain left him immediately.
"You will return to London, where you will accept the post of Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry." The voice seemed to come from behind the man. He spun round but saw no-one.
"Wh-Wh-Who are y-you?" the man asked.
"I am the greatest Dark Lord ever to have walked this earth. I am your master."
"B-But..."
"No buts!" cried the voice, "Lord Voldemort does not take no for an answer!"
"N-No master" said Quirrell, "of c-course you don't, I, err, we will g-go back to London immediately."
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Quirrell stepped though the fire at the Leaky Cauldron and made his way to the bar.
"Professor!" The barkeeper hailed him. The news of Quirrell's employment at Hogwarts had been in the papers a week previously.
"G-Good morning Tom," replied Quirrell.
"It's only the 31st July," said Tom, "Didn't expect you to be back for another month at least."
"Well y-you know T-Tom. I s-saw all I needed to in the B-B-Black F-Forest and I decided to c-come home." Quirrell perched on a stool at the bar looking uncomfortable.
"You ok Professor?" asked Tom, quite concerned about Quirrell's uncharacteristically nervous temperament. He was thrown by it, even though people had told him that Quirrell had been very nervy ever since he returned from the Black Forest, Tom hadn't believed it.
"I'm f-fine!" said Quirrell in a voice that was almost a squeak.
Quirrell had in fact lost the stutter soon after he returned to England. Lord Voldemort's ideas did not sound terrifying to him now, they made sense. Quirrell had kept his stutter though, to keep any suspicion away from himself.
Before Tom had the chance to question Quirrell any further however, the door to the muggle street opened letting a shaft of the warm July sunlight into the pub and through it walked the oddest looking pair. On the left was a hairy giant of a man and on the right, a small boy with a scar on his forehead.
Quirrell sat back while the crowd rushed to greet the young boy and then trying to pull himself together from the shock of seeing him so soon Quirrell walked forward.
"Professor Quirrell!" The giant man greeted him, "Harry, Professor Quirrell will be one of your teachers at Hogwarts."
"P-P-Potter," said Quirrell, his stammer firmly in place, "c-can't t-tell you how p-pleased I am to meet you."
"What sort of magic do you teach Professor Quirrell?" Harry asked.
"D-Defence Against the D-Dark Arts," Quirrell muttered, "N-Not that you n-need it, eh, P-P-Potter?" Quirrell laughed in what he hoped was a nervous fashion.
Quirrell finished off his conversation with Harry there and sat back at the bar. In another 10 minutes, the giant man decided it was time for he and Harry to leave.
Quirrell watched as they left and his mind was flooded by emotions that were not his. The hate and anger of Lord Voldemort.
A/N: I'm sorry the 1st couple of chapters aren't very long. I'm just setting the scene really and most of it is stuff that you will have read before in the canon books. Things should get more interesting and chapters longer when we reach Hogwarts.