Chapter thirty: The Man with Two Faces and a Bad Smell
"Yes. Me," Quirrell said, he then began to laugh, "MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" From no where a voice came,
"Quirrell, stop immediately! I am the only one evil enough here to laugh manically!"
"S-sorry Master! Please I beg for you forgiveness!"
"Whatever...Barry Saucepan we meet again. Hello, Howz ya mum? Oh wait she dead, so...HA! I' AM THE LORD VOLDEMORT!" came the voice again.
"What? Quirrell? It...It can't be you! I thought Snape-"
"Yes, he does seem the type, doesn't he? Black hair, pale skin, no social life, head of Slytherin house and no care for personal hygiene. Next to him, who would suspect p-poor s-stuttering P-Professor Q-Quirrell?"
"But Snape tried to kill me!"
"No nicompoop! I tried to kill you and I would've suceeded too if Snape hadn't been muttered his little counter-cursey thingy! But it was all pointless," Quirrell sighed, "Because I shall kill you now..."
Barry's eyes widened,"But...what about the rock? Did you find it?"
"Course I found it boy! It's right here!" Quirrell said holding up a rather oddly shaped large red thing, "It wasn't particularily hard to find," Quirrell said pointing to the table in the center of the room, that had a huge sign hang above it saying:
The Ugly Rock
Here
shine, shine
"Oh..." Barry said reading the sign, which was decorated with poorly drawn lemons - I mean how hard are lemons to draw!
"So, back to the killing..." Quirrell lunged at Barry, as the other voice chanted "Kill him! Kill him!"
"Aww, fuck the worlds against me..."
But just as Quirrell lunged, a furry being flew (more correctly jumped) from a nearby air vent.
"What the fuck? Winston?"
Winston the weasel threw itself at Quirrell and attempted to bite Quirrell, Quirrell managed to fight Winston off easily and threw the poor weasel against the floor. In Barry's head he could almost hear Lemos cries of 'Nooooooooooooooooooooooooo' and 'Die bastard!'. Quirrell lunged again, but not before checking for any more crazy animals, jumping out of vents...Quirrells hand grabbed Barry's neck as he tried to strangle Barry. But quickly he pulled his hands away,
"Master, my hands! Their burning!"
Already Quirrells hand were burnt red and shiny and were beginning to peel. Relising Quirrell couldn't touch him, Barry planted his hands firmly on Quirrells face, while he tried to grab the stone back with his mouth. A rather odd sight that would be...Anyway, Quirrells face began to burn and crumble beneath Barry's hands. Voldie's screams still continued to echo through out the room as Quirrell was dying and crumbling. Soon Quirrell died (as we all know) and fell to the floor, Voldie escaped the body. Barry took the large odd shaped red rock and passed out...