Chapter 8. Voldermort Rears His Ugly Two-Faced Head

I walk down the steps and see...QUIRREL! Wow. Who would have thought Poor Stuttering Proffessor Quirrel?

"You?" Oh way to go Harry. You couldn't keep your big mouth shut. Could you? "No, it can't be. Snape, he was the--"

"Yes, he does seem the type, doesn't he? Next to him, who would suspect P-P-Poor St-St-Stuttering Proffesor Quirrel?"

"But that day, during the Quidditch match, Snape tried to kill me."

"No, dear boy. I tried to kill you! And trust me, if Snapes cloak hadn't caught fire and broken my eye contact, I would have succeeded. Even with Snape muttering his little counter-curse."

"S-Snape was trying to save me?" It can't be.

"I knew you were a danger to me right after the off, especially after Halloween."

"But, then you let the troll in!"

"Very good, Potter, yes. Snape, unfortunately, wasn't fooled. While everyone else was running about the dungeon, he went to the third floor to head me off. He, of course, never trusted me again. He rarely left me alone. But he doesn't understand. I'm never alone. Never." I wonder if he hears voices "Now, what does this mirror do?" You don't know?!?! "I see what I desire. I see myself holding the stone. But how do I get it?" Good boy. Want a cookie?

"Use the boy." Good God! Where did that voice come from? I'm scared.

"Come here, Potter! Now!" Who are you to talk to me that way? Ah, well. Might as well humor El Crazy Man.

I walk towards him somewhat stiffly.

"Tell me, what do you see?" A crazy person?

I see myself winking at me...if I didn't know better I'd say I was flirting with myself.

"What is it? What do you see?"

"I-I'm shaking hands with Dumbledore. I've won the house cup." I should have said my parents...Now I sound like Ron.

"He lies." Tattletale

"Tell the truth! What do you see?"

"Let me speak to him."

"Master, you are not strong enough." There he goes. Talking to little voices again.

"I have strength enough for this."

Ooh. What now. A turban strip tease?

"Harry Potter we meet again." VOLDEMORT?!?!

"Voldemort."

"Yes. You see what I've become? See what I must do to survive? Live off another. A mere parasite. Unicorn blood can sustain me but it cannot give me a body of my own. But there is something that can. Something that, conveniently enough, lies in your pocket." Time to run!

"Stop him!" Ahh! Fire!

"Don't be a fool. Why suffer a horrific death when you can join me and live?" in Holy Matrimony?

"Never!"

"Bravery. Your parents had it too. Tell me, Harry would you like to see your Mother and Father again? Together we can bring them back. All I ask is for something in return. That's it, Harry. There is no Good and Evil. There is only power and those too weak to seek it.Together, we'll do extraordinary things. Just give me the Stone!" Hmm....Nope. I still need to learn how to do more magic before I try to take over the world.

"You Liar!"

"Kill him!" Oh Wow! HE FLIES!

Anywho we fight I turn him to dust (A.N. I don't feel too good right now I'm super tired, Have a major headache, and My Eye hurts so bad it's bloodshot! So sorry if this is less than impressive)

Wow. I'm a god!

I pick up the stone and turn my back on the dust. Suddenly I hear something behind me! I turn around and scream Bloody Murder when The ghost of Voldemort eas my heart without leaving a mark! I wonder what will become of my body....after all...now...Voldemort can say....Oh My God! I Killed Harry Potter!...and celebrate............................