Hi guys! This chapter is one that Madison's inspiration has been wanting me to put up for a long time. Enjoy!

(Disclaimer: See Chapter 1.)

Chapter 8:

Mission Completion

"There was already someone there - but it wasn't Snape. It wasn't even Voldemort.
It was Quirrell."

Madison wanted to do something, but she didn't know what.

It had been a while since the "Troll in the dungeon" incident, and to Madison's delight, she won a bet with Stella that Quirrell would come in screaming the words instead of saying them really faintly to Dumbledore. There had also been the big Quidditch game with Gryffindor and Slytherin, and Madison had been cheering with Molly and Mackenzie for the Gryffindor team. (She didn't mind that even though they had all read the books and/or seen the movies, the Slytherins rooted for their house.)

But something weighed on her every time she saw Quirrell.

She knew why - she knew what Quirrell really was, deep down. She also knew that exposing him in public would make life a lot easier for Harry and his friends. She also knew that pictures could be taken in Hogwarts, even though other means of technology didn't work.

And she knew of one thing that might be able to expose Quirrell as the harbinger of the greatest evil since Grindelwald.

"Stella?" Madison called from her seat in the Hufflepuff common room where she was pondering her escapade.

"Be right there!" Stella called from her dorm. The sound of footsteps got louder and louder, and then Stella's cascading black hair and her robe just barely hiding her In the Heights t-shirt appeared in the common room.

"What is it?" Stella asked.

Madison took a deep breath. She had always been good at diplomacy and sharing ideas, but for the first time, she was having a problem.

"Well…" she said. "I have an idea - a dangerous one, but still an idea."

"Go on, then," Stella said.

"Well, you know how Quirrell always wears that turban of his?"

"Yeah," Stella said. "Everybody knows that. He's hiding Voldemort."

Madison nodded. "Well, I heard from Molly that the Weasley twins were being really funny and bewitched some snowballs -"

"- to hit Voldemort in the face, I know," Stella said. "Your point?"

"He's going to have his turban off - it'll need to dry from the snow," Madison said. One last deep breath, and then the idea was revealed.

"I want to go to his office, get a picture of him, and reveal it to Hogwarts."

Stella's eyes widened. "You WHAT!?" she exclaimed. "That's the most dangerous thing I've ever heard of - and I've read these books!"

Madison smiled. "I'm glad you understand me. The only thing I need is a camera - and that's something I believe you have."

"No!" Stella said. "I'm not letting you go in there by yourself - or with anybody! You must have a death wish!"

"I don't have a choice," Madison said.

"Yes, you do!" Stella cried. "You have the choice to stay here, live, and let history run its course!"

"But this is Harry's good year!" Madison said. "This is the year that he discovers who he is, and he has the right to not have a Dark Wizard interfere!"

Stella rolled her eyes. "Be right back," she said. "God, you're tenacious."

She got out of her seat and trudged up the stairs to her dorm. A few minutes later, she came back down, holding a small, black camera.

"Are you sure about this?" she asked for what seemed like the millionth time. "This is Voldemort we're talking about."

"Positive," Madison said, her voice steely.

"Well, if you're sure," Stella said warily. Carefully, she plugged an SD card into the camera. "If it works for Colin Creevey, hopefully it works for you."

"Thanks, Stella," Madison said, taking the camera. "Let's do this. Come on, Opa."

The owl flew up from the cage Madison had started bringing everywhere with her and landed on Madison's shoulder. Squaring her shoulders, she left the room.

As soon as the door closed, Stella's lips pursed as she tried to think of an idea to protect Madison as much as possible. Suddenly, a lightbulb went off in her head. She rushed out the Hufflepuff door.

A few minutes later, Stella was in front of the Slytherin common room, knocking vigorously on the snake carved into the front door.

"I need someone!" she yelled. "Now!"

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity of waiting, the door opened to reveal Draco Malfoy standing in the round hole in the wall.

"What do you want - AHHHH!"

He jumped back from the door when he saw Stella.

"If you think I'm letting you in, you little -"

"Petrificus Totalus!" Stella exclaimed, and Malfoy fell to the ground for the third time. Satisfied, she walked into the room.

"Jonah? Ava? Zoë?" she called. "I need to talk to you…"

"Stella? Is that you?" Ava's voice said from upstairs.

"Yeah!" Stella called. "Can I talk to you for, like, two seconds?"

"Sure," Ava said as she ran down the Slytherin stairs. Finally, she came out from the dormitories, her hair windblown and a pretty purple dress on.

"What'd I miss?" she said.

"A lot," Stella said. She explained the situation to Ava, and after a few minutes of Ava's face alternating from cringing to smiling and back again, the story had been told.

"I'm sorry, Stella, but I can't go," Ava said. "I have a Potions essay due Friday, and I really want to get it done."

Stella's face fell.

"But Jonah probably can," Ava said. "He finished that essay days ago."

Stella smiled again. "Perfect!" she said. "If you could get him for me, that would be great."

Ava nodded. "Sounds good!" she said. "I should probably go and write that essay."

"What was it about again?" Stella asked.

"The twelve uses of dragon's blood or something like that," Ava said. "It's really interesting - there's a neat part about it in the textbook."

"Thanks," Stella said. "Gotta go!"

"Bye!" Ava said, waving as Stella left the room, hoping that Ava would get the message to Jonah, and hoping that Madison would be safe.

There was no way for her to know that she was right on the first account and wrong on the latter.

"Professor Quirrell?" Madison said, standing outside of the Defense Against the Dark Arts room and trying to sound as innocent as possible. "I need to ask you something…"

"J-j-just a m-m-minute!" he stammered.

Madison rolled her eyes and turned on the camera. Quietly, she walked into the room and hid behind a desk.

Nobody was there.

Stealthily, Madison darted from desk to desk, getting closer to Quirrell's private quarters. He was probably drying off his turban from the Weasley twins' snowball attacks that very moment. Finally, after a long pause, she snuck into the room.

He was there, looking in a mirror and holding a handheld mirror to the back of his head. Madison's eyes widened - a configuration like that could only mean one thing.

Voldemort was here.

"Those blasted twins!" a raggedy voice said - it sounded nothing like Quirrell, so Madison guessed it had to be Voldemort. "My face is all wet from the snow!"

"I know, Master," said Quirrell, his voice steadier than Madison had ever heard before. "But you must keep your cover if we are to survive here."

"Yes, Quirrell, I know," Voldemort said. "But the twins are horrible! One of them has to die before this is all over."

Madison cringed.

"Yes, Master," Quirrell said. "But that is not important right now. What is important is finding a way to the Stone. Did you hear the professors talking about all the protections they had put on it?"

"Yes, Quirrell, I know," Voldemort said. "I hear everything you hear."

Quirrell turned so that Madison could see both men - well, the man and whatever you wanted to call Voldemort - connected perfectly. This was her chance!

She raised her camera - and suddenly, she felt a tap on her back. Turning, she saw the face of Jonah.

"Jonah, what are you doing here?" she whispered as quietly as she could.

"Helping," he said. "Hold the camera up."

"How'd you know to help?"

"Ava told me," Jonah said. "Now do it."

Madison took a shaky breath and nodded. She held up the camera.

Click. The camera took the picture, with just the slightest of noises.

Unfortunately for Madison and Jonah, it was enough. Quirrell turned to see the children, and his eyes narrowed.

"Run," Madison and Jonah said in unison.

Madison was the first to get up, Jonah quickly following. Opa started to hoot loudly, almost like an alarm.

When Madison looked back, however, she could still see Quirrell and Voldemort following them. It was easier for them, since they could move as one person, while Madison and Jonah had to run at a similar pace to stay together.

Quirrell fumbled for his wand, and by the time the children reached the other end of the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, he had it firmly in his hand.

"Impedimenta!" he called.

Suddenly, Madison froze in place, her camera falling from her hand. She couldn't move, or look back to see how much Quirrell was gaining on them. Her eyes darted to Jonah, who was also frozen in time.

Suddenly, she heard a voice directly behind her - Quirrell's.

"You've lost now," he said. "But I can't do this by myself - if it's my wand that the spell is cast on, then if it's discovered, I'm the one to blame."

By then, the two were starting to unfreeze. Jonah tried flexing his fingers to get the life back into them.

"But if it's another's wand…" Quirrell continued.

"You're not taking our wands," Madison said, finally able to look back at the professor.

"Oh, I won't have to," he said.

He raised his wand in Jonah's direction.

"Imperio!" he yelled.

Jonah couldn't see. He couldn't feel a thing, or hear a sound. He was just in his own peaceful little world of darkness. Everything seemed perfect - if someone asked him to do something, he knew he could trust them.

But somewhere inside, a little voice was talking to him.

You've been here before, it said. Resist.

Resist? What did that mean? Was it like disobeying the command of a friend? Jonah would never do that, not here.

Another voice was talking to him - strong, steady.

Kill, it said.

Resist, the other voice said.

If you resist, you will die, the steady voice said. Kill.

Jonah didn't know how, but he could feel that someone was standing near him. He turned toward the person.

Yes, the steady voice said. Kill.

Jonah raised his wand, which he somehow knew was still in his hand. He opened his mouth.

"No!" Madison cried. "Jonah, don't do this!"

"He has no choice," Quirrell said. "This will be fun."

Jonah took a deep breath and let it out.

"Avada Kedavra," he said calmly.

A green light burst from his wand. Madison cringed, readying herself for the impact.

But it never came.

When Madison opened her eyes, Jonah was still standing in front of her, his eyes glazed over, his wand pointing at her heart. Why was she still alive?

Then she looked down to see Opa.

"NO!" Madison said, leaning down to hold her owl. Her amber eyes were still wide open, but they were glassy. There was no denying it - Opa was dead.

She looked up at Quirrell. "How could you?" she said, her voice breaking.

"If she hadn't gotten in the way, this wouldn't be a problem," Quirrell said. "Jonah?"

Jonah heard the voice speak his name.

We must try again, it said. Something got in the way.

Jonah nodded, tightening his grip on his wand.

Resist, the other voice said.

Why? Why resist? Why give up now when everything was perfect?

You've killed something that a friend loves, the little voice said. Do you want everything to be ruined for your friend?

Yes, the steadier voice said. That's exactly what you want.

Jonah clenched his teeth as he heard the word one more time - that sweet, blissful word:

Kill.

Jonah's eyes had glazed over even more.

"Why are you doing this?" she said to Quirrell. "You're hurting him!"

"But it will all be over in a second for him if you don't fight," Quirrell said. "You've lost - just give up."

Madison looked at him for a second, not sure whether to do what was right or what was easy. Finally, she made her decision.

"Never," she said.

"Have it your way, then," Quirrell said, gesturing to Jonah.

"Avada Kedavra," he said again.

The green light burst from his wand, hitting Madison and blasting her across the room. Her last thought before she was overtaken by the darkness was that Quirrell would pay - eventually - for what he had done and what he was going to do.

Then everything was still.

Absolutely still.

Jonah felt a strange sense of glee. It wasn't from him - the voice that was telling him what to do was happy. The spell must've worked this time!

Thank you, Jonah, the voice said. Never again think about what happened - don't attempt to remember anything.

Remember, the other voice said. Why was that other voice there? It was so annoying.

You don't need to remember, the first voice said, and Jonah could already feel the thoughts leaving his brain. What was he trying to not remember in the first place?

Good, the voice said. Now rest.

The blackness grew blacker as Jonah's legs buckled, and his body fell to the floor.

"Perfect," Quirrell said as he flicked his wand, ending the spell. "Now…"

He turned to look at Madison's body, lying across the room from him.

"Leave the boy," Voldemort said. "You've done a wonderful job, Quirrell."

"Thank you, my Lord," Quirrell said. "How should I arrange the bodies?"

"One on top of the other," Voldemort said maliciously. "Madison first, with Jonah below her, and the owl next to them."

Quirrell nodded and silently arranged the bodies in front of the classroom door.

"There we go," Quirrell said. He sighed. "Now I just need to finish grading the tests I gave out today."

"Oh, just give them all B minuses and be done with it," Voldemort said as Quirrell walked back into his office. This was definitely a good day.

Thanks for reading! Here are some fun facts about this chapter:

1) When Madison's inspiration first asked me if she could be in the story, she said - and I believe these were her exact words - "I want to be in the story, and I want my character to die." I originally disagreed, but eventually gave in.

2) Jonah's inspiration approached me a few days later and said, "I want my character to kill someone." (He had already been put in the story.) I originally disagreed, but then I remembered Madison - and wrote this scene.

3) When I sent the chapter to Stella's inspiration, I got this reply:

I JUST READ IT

OH SNAP

$HIT WENT DOWN

OOOOOOOH

So I think she liked it. (And yes, she self-censored the curse word.)

4) Another AVPM reference at the end of the chapter! (I also put in a Hamilton reference with Ava's entrance.)

5) The inspiration for Opa (yes, Opa has an inspiration) had her brother read this chapter (and he just finished the fourth book, so he was a little confused when Madison cringed at Voldemort's statement - Opa's inspiration had to scroll really quickly). When Opa...uh, died, he replied with:

"NOOOOO!"

When Madison died, he (and she) responded with:

"Oh, cool Magic Treehouse reference."

"Did you steal my Magic Treehouse books?"

"...Maybe..."

6) The big foreshadowing with Madison's wand? Her wand is made of cypress wood - and as Pottermore says,

"The great medieval wandmaker, Geraint Ollivander, wrote that he was always honoured to match a cypress wand, for he knew he was meeting a witch or wizard who would die a heroic death."

Also, all of the different parts of her wand are from characters in the books who are killed.

7) Finally, the chapter title is based on Leo's favorite saying from Little Einsteins. (Told you my references can get obscure.)

Feel free to review, but please no negative reviews or cursing. (And please, NOTHING POLITICAL!) Thanks!