Harry Weasley

Chapter Nineteen: A Meeting with Quirell and Voldemort

When Harry went through the door to the other side, he saw Professor Quirell looking into the Mirror of Erisad. "There has got to be a way through this mirror to get the stone. I just have to figure it out. Welcome Harry, I see that you have made it through the other tasks to make it to here. Why don't you join me in front of this mirror."

"No thank you Professor. What are you doing here?"

"Trying to find the Sorcerers Stone why else."

"He knows, use the boy." Harry heard a voice of someone that wasn't there. He looked around to see if there was anyone there.

"Come here Weasley. My master thinks that you can help find the stone, or at least know what this stupid mirror does." Quirrell waved his hand and Harry was bound and being pulled towards them. "What do you see when you look into the mirror Harry?"

Harry looked into the mirror and saw his parents again smiling at him. "I see me winning the Quidditch Cup for my house, and holding it up after the final game." Harry hoped that he didn't sound as nervous as he was.

"He's lying, show me to him."

"But your to weak Master, why don't you let me take care of it."

"Are you questioning me Quirrel? Now let me see him."

Harry was surprised when he saw Professor Quirrell unwrap his ever present turban, and found that he was facing the face of someone on the back of his head. "Who are you? What do you want with me?"

"Why my dear boy, I'm Lord Voldemort, and I want you to show my pawn here how to use this mirror. You see something don't you."

Harry looked into the mirror again, and saw that his mirror self was putting the stone into his pocket. When Harry reached into his pocket he felt the stone there. He didn't know how it got there, but he knew that he had to get it out of there. He found himself no longer being bound, so he ran for it.

"Stop him, he has the stone."

Quirrell cast a spell that surrounded Harry with flames, and stopped him cold in his tracks. He advanced on Harry and tried to take the stone from him. He started fighting with him, but let out a scream when Harry's skin was burning him. Harry found that this was happening so he tried to pry Quirrells hands off of his throat, and found that he was burning his flesh. As he did this, the stone rolled away about five feet, and Harry found himself rolling around with his Professor trying to keep him away from the stone. He placed his hands on Quirrels face, and it started melting. The last thing that Harry remembered before passing out, was seeing Quirrell melting into a pile of ash. The next thing Harry remembered was waking up in the hospital wing.

A/N: Sorry for the shortness of this chapter, but I had decided that I wanted the first year to be twenty chapters long. Harry wakes up in the hospital wing and has the leaving feast next chapter, so it will be longer. Thank you for reading and reviewing. —Donald