Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter and the world he lives in it is however my birthday next month…fingers crossed (I won't hold my breath though)
Prologue
Harry would have screamed, but he couldn't make a sound. Where there
should have been a back to Quirrell's head, there was a face, the most
terrible face Harry had ever seen. It was chalk white with glaring red
eyes and slits for nostrils, like a snake.
"Harry Potter..." it whispered.
Harry tried to take a step backward but his legs wouldn't move.
"See what I have become?" the face said. "Mere shadow and vapour ... I
have form only when I can share another's body... but there have always
been those willing to let me into their hearts and minds... Unicorn
blood has strengthened me, these past weeks... you saw faithful Quirrell
drinking it for me in the forest... and once I have the Elixir of Life,
I will be able to create a body of my own... Now... why don't you give
me that Stone in your pocket?"
So he knew. The feeling suddenly surged back into Harry's legs. He
stumbled backward.
"Don't be a fool," snarled the face. "Better save your own life and join
me... or you'll meet the same end as your parents... They died begging
me for mercy..."
"LIAR!" Harry shouted suddenly.
Quirrell was walking backward at him, so that Voldemort could still see
him. The evil face was now smiling.
"How touching..." it hissed. "I always value bravery... Yes, boy, your
parents were brave... I killed your father first; and he put up a
courageous fight... but your mother needn't have died... she was trying
to protect you... Now give me the Stone, unless you want her to have
died in vain."
"NEVER!"
Harry sprang toward the flame door, but Voldemort screamed "STUN HIM!"
There was a muttered spell and Harry felt nothing more as he succumbed to blackness.
A/N: This pretty much just setting the scene for the next chapter and as you will notice hardly any of this was written by moi.
The next part will be posted tomorrow sorry for the wait just making some minor adjustments.