Harry stepped up to the final door of the underground mad house. He looked behind him, Hermione looking at him, Ron lying motionless beside her. She gave him a nod, Harry nodding back. He took a deep breath in, and pushed the doors open. Hermione watched Harry disappear inside, before the doors closed by themselves.

Harry slowly stepped down the stairs, looking only forward. Suddenly, he stopped in his tracks. There was the Mirror of Erised. And in front of it, was the real mastermind behind this whole scheme.

"You!"

The man turned around, and smiled a diabolical smile. "N-No, it can't be! Snape! He was the one who-" The man chuckled before he replied. "Yes, he does seem the type doesn't he." Harry seemed surprised. All this time, he thought that he had a speech impediment. "Next to him, who would suspect; P-P-Poor s-s-stuttering Professor Quirrell."

Harry looked at the Professor, confused. "B-But that day, during the Quidditch Match, Snape tried to kill me!" Harry argued, knowing that Snape tried to… Quirrell just chuckled and shook his head. "Oh no dear boy. I tried to kill you." Quirrell confessed, no regret of telling him the truth. Harry looked at Quirrell, shocked. "And trust me, if Snape's cloak hadn't caught on fire and broken my eye contact, I would have succeeded. Even if he was muttering his little counter-curse!"

Harry stepped back a bit. "Snape was… trying to save me?"

"I knew you were tainted to me right from the day off. Especially after Halloween." Harry swung his body from side to side, pondering. "Then, it was you who let the troll out!" Harry pointed at Quirrell, who simply smiled. "Very clever boy. Yes, it was me. However, Snape wasn't fooled. Along with that red head of a demon!"

Harry looked at him, confused. "Professor Scarlett?" He asked. "Both of them confronted me that night on the third corridor while everyone was running around. Snape never left me alone, and as for Professor Scarlett, she kept more of a low profile." Quirrell turned around to face the mirror. As he did, Harry's scar began to burn.

"But Snape doesn't understand. I'm never alone. Never." Quirrell's eyes darted around the mirror. "Now, what does this mirror do…. It sees my desires. I see myself holding the stone…. But how do I get it?!" Quirrel gritted.

"Use the boy…."

Harry looked around the room, the whispers echoing around the room. Quirrell snapped his head and pointed at the child. "COME HERE POTTER! NOW!" He commanded. Harry slowly stepped down. His legs couldn't stop moving on their own. He stepped down to the mirror, and faced the mirror. "Tell me, what do you see?" The Dark Arts teacher asked. Harry blinked at the mirror. His reflection reached inside his pocket, and pulled out a giant red stone. Harry gasped silently as his reflection winked at him and put the stone in his pocket.

Harry slowly looked down at his pocket and gave it a soft squeeze. His fingers pressed against something hard and cold. He sharply looked up and stared at the mirror. "What is it?! What do you see?!" Quirrell yelled. "I-I'm shaking hands with Dumbledore. I-I've won the House Cup."

"He's lying…."

Quirrell looked at Potter, outraged. "TELL THE TRUTH POTTER!"

"Let me speak to the boy."

"But Master, you are not strong enough."

"I have spent enough for thissss…."

Quirrell turned to face Harry, and slowly began to remove his turban. Harry looked behind him, and thought he saw a flash of white ducking behind the pillar. He looked back at the mirror, just as Quirrell had finished unwrapping his turban. He pulled off the final layer. And there, was another face attached to the back of Quirrell's head!

"Harry Potter… We meet again….."

Harry stepped back even further, looking at the man staring at him from the mirror. "Voldemort…" Harry panted.

"Yesss…. Ssseee what I have become? What I mussst do to survive? Live off another, becoming a parasite…. Unicorn blood can sustain me, but not provide a body of my own…." Voldemort's eyes widened more, giving Harry a crazed look. "But there is something that can…." Harry's heart began to race. "Something that lies within your pocket!"

Harry turned and ran up the stairs to get away. "STOP HIM!" Voldemort commanded. Quirrell snapped his fingers, and a ring of fire erupted around the room. Harry stepped away from his initial exit and looked around the room. But it was no use. He was trapped.

"Why suffer horrific death? When you can join me and live….?" Harry was disgusted by the offer, and refused quite clearly. "Bravery…. Your parents had it as well…. Tell me, Harry…." Voldemort twisted a slimy smile, bringing up his next offer. "Would you like to see your parents again? Together, we can bring them back. All I ask….. Is something in return…."

Harry looked at the mirror, his parents looking back at him. He took out the stone, and looked at it, thinking about the deal. "That's it Harry…. There is no good or evil…. Only power… And those too weak to see it… Together…. We will do EXTRAORDINARY things…" Harry looked back at the mirror, then down at the stone.

"Just give me the stone!" Harry looked at the mirror, his parents fading from the mirror.

"YOU LIAR!" Harry called out, knowing it was a void deal.

"KILL HIM!"

Quirrell leaped into the air, and attempted to grab Harry. Quirrell pushed him onto the stairs, Harry dropping the stone. The teacher's hands were around the boy's neck, Harry slowly slipping away from consciousness.

SLURP…

Quirrell looked up quickly, looking at the fire disappearing in a vortex. "WHAT?!" Voldemort yelled. "HYAH!" A man wearing a white robe appeared through the open wall of flames, punching Quirrell away from Harry.

Harry gasped in air, and began to cough violently. He looked behind him, Quirrell slowly getting up from the floor. Harry looked at the white figures. There were four of them, older than him. Each of them had a different colour stone on their hoods, Sapphire, Emerald, Ruby, and Topaz.

"Harry, are you alright?" The female with the sapphire gem asked. "Y-Yeah. Who are you?" Harry asked. "That doesn't matter. Just grab the stone and get out of here." The man with the Ruby gem on his hood commanded. "But-" Harry argued. "Don't worry kid. We got this." A gruff male with the Emerald smiled, putting his thumb up. "Leave it to us." The man with the Topaz said, pulling out his wand, the other three doing the same thing.

Harry nodded and grabbed the Stone and ran up the stairs. "NO! STOP HIM!" Voldemort commanded. Quirrell tried to get passed the masked intruders, but Quirrell felt his leg get pulled down by some sort of whip. He looked behind him, one of the members holding a blue and yellow whip to keep him from leaving. Harry looked behind him from the noise and stopped. He looked at the door, then down at the fight. He groaned and took cover behind a pillar. He couldn't just leave them there with the darkest wizard alive!

"So it was you all along…" The Ruby man cracked his knuckles and stood up to Quirrell. "Guess the First was right. She knew it was you the moment you let out the troll." The man continued.

Quirrell screamed in an outrage and lunged towards the man. The man ducked in time and punched Quirrell in the stomach, his fist engulfed with flames. Harry's head jolted forward, watching the fist burn. "Metalicana! Your turn!" He called out after the punch.

"Iron Dragon Iron Fist!"

The gruff man called out. As he did, his arm became an iron pole and extended to the other side of the room! Harry's eyes opened wide in disbelief. Quirrell fell down onto the ground, his feet scuttling back up. He too was surprised by this. "WHAT ARE YOU FOOLS PLAYING AT?!" Voldemort asked, enraged.

"Celestia!" The gruff voice told the Sapphired Gem cloak. "Yeah!" She nodded and whipped out a Golden Key. Harry's eyes zoomed in on the object immediately. "Is that a…" Harry muttered. "Open! Gate of the Lion! Leo!" A glow came from mid air, and out came a well dressed man with glasses and flaring orange hair. His fists were clenched and a golden glow came from his rings. Harry gasped, watching him punch Quirrell over and over again.

"Impossible…" Harry whispered.

Leo jumped back, behind his mistress.

"Glacier! Your turn!"

"Ice Make: Snare!" The one with the Topaz Gem's hands emitted frost, before shooting at Quirrell, forcing him against the wall, trapping him.

Harry couldn't believe it… He had never seen such….. Magic!

"Hehehehe….. I admit, I never have seen such foreign magic….. But do you think that will stop me?!" The figure snarled, before the ice exploded into steam from a fire spell. The five blocked the oncoming debris by crossing their arms against their face. When they put their arms down, they saw Quirrell, smiling frantically. "Playtime is over… PUT THEM IN SUFFERING!"

"CRUCIO!" Quirrell yelled, his wand pointing at the group.

Suddenly, everyone's bodies became tense. They felt their bodies were being twisted, everything they did was only making their bodies feel worse. They all began to scream in suffering. "L-Leo…. Go back!" She commanded, not wanting her spirit to endure this suffering. "But L-" That was all he could say, before he disappeared into golden sparkles.

Quirrell pointed his wand at the Ruby Cloak, his wand forcing the pain on him more. He walked up to him, and stomped on his ankle as hard as he could.

"AAAHHHHHH!" He screamed. His ankle was broken.

Next, he walked up to the Sapphire one, and stepped on her arm. She screamed in pain, her arm too, was broken.

Harry couldn't take it anymore. He took out the stone and ran down. "Hey! Looking for this?!" Harry waved the stone in his face. "Well you can have it!"

He ran down and pushed Quirrell in the face away from the others. As he did, Quirrell screamed in agony, his face burning. Everyone looked at Quirrel as his skin began to peel off, as if acid had been thrown on him. Harry looked at his hands, then at Quirrell, who was ready to pounce on him.

Harry ran up to him first, and placed his hands all over his face. Quirrell began to scream, the Crucio curse no longer taking effect on the four cloaked figures. They tried to push themselves up, but fell unconscious due to how the spell had taken effect on them.

Quirrell screamed one last time, before he was reduced to ash. Harry panted, and looked at the unconscious people who saved his life. He walked over to one of them, and noticed a pink symbol on her hand. He picked up her hand and looked at the symbol. His head turned to the hood, his hand reaching for it.

But before he could pull it back, a ghastly face flew past Harry and slithered away up the stairs. Harry fell back and hit his head on the steps, resulting in him getting knocked out. And beside his open hand…

Was the Cursed thing that started this whole mess.