"You!" Quirrel turned around to face her, his face wasn't twitching at all and he spoke calmly.

"Me, I wondered whether I'd be meeting you here, Coulson."

"But I thought - Snape -"

"Severus?" Quirrell laughed, the laugh wasn't his usual quivering treble, the laugh was cold and sharp. "Yes, Severus does seem the type, doesn't he? So useful to have him swooping around like an overgrown bat. Next to him, who would suspect p-p-poor, st-stuttering P-Professor Quirrell?"

"But Snape tried to kill Harry!"

"No, no, no. I tried to kill Harry. Your friend Miss Granger accidentally knocked me over as she rushed to set fire to Snape at that Quidditch match. She broke my eye contact with him. Another few seconds and I'd have got him off that broom. I'd have managed it before then if Snape hadn't been muttering a countercurse, trying to save Harry."

"Snape was trying to save Harry? Why were you trying to kill him?"

"Of course. Why do you think he wanted to referee that next match? He was trying to make sure I didn't do it again. Funny, really... he needn't have bothered. I couldn't do anything with Dumbledore watching. I was hoping that it will stop you from looking into this further, not only that I hoped that you will be put on the team so I could kill you the same way as I tried winHarry. All the other teachers thought Snape was trying to stop Gryffindor from winning, he did make himself unpopular... and what a waste of time, when after all that, I'm going to kill you tonight." Quirrell snapped his fingers and ropes sprang out of thin air, the robes wrapped around themselves tightly around Jennifer. "You're too nosy to live, Coulson. Scurrying around the school on Halloween like that, for all I knew you'd seen me coming to look at what was guarding the Stone."

"You let the troll in? Though, I wasn't scurrying, as a matter of fact I was not even close to the third floor or where the troll was."

"Certainly. I have a special gift with trolls - you must have seen what I did to the one in the chamber back there? That is if it hadn't woke up when you got there. Unfortunately, while everyone else was running around looking for it, Snape, who already suspected me, went straight to the third floor to head me off, to top that off that three-headed dog didn't even manage to bite Snape's leg off properly. It was most likely one of you friends that was scurrying around. Now, wait quietly, Coulson. I need to examine this interesting mirror." It was than that Jennifer noticed that a mirror was standing being Quirrell, Jennifer took a wild guess that it was the mirror of Erised,mother mirror that Harry spoke of. Qurriell started to murmured tapping his way around the frame of the mirror.

"This mirror is the key to finding the Stone. Trust Dumbledore to come up with something like this... but he's in London... I'll be far away by the time he gets back..." Jennifer knows that she has to make sure that Quirrell couldn't concentrate on the mirror.

"Harry saw you and Snape in the forest -" Quirrell walked around the mirror to look at the back of the mirror.

"Yes, He was on to me by that time, trying to find out how far I'd got. He suspected me all along. Tried to frighten me - as though he could, when I had Lord Voldemort on my side..." Quirrell came back out from behind the mirror before staring hungrily into it. "I see the Stone... I'm presenting it to my master... but where is it?" Jennifer struggled against the ropes that was holding her, she wished she has her S.H.I.E.L.D. knives or her gun with her but she left them back in the apartment in Nee York. Jennifer had thought of bringing them with her when she was going home for Christmas but she forget to get them before leaving for the rest of the year at Hogwarts, but at the moment she has sidetrack Quirrell.

"But Snape always seemed to hate Harry so much. Thinking of it he never liked me much either but he seems to hate Harry more."

"Oh, he does, heavens, yes. He was at Hogwarts with your father as well as Harry's father, didn't you know? Serveus and James loathed each other. Your father and Snape dislike each other at least because he was friends with James. But he never wanted you or Harry dead."

"But Harry heard you a few days ago, sobbing - we thought Snape was threatening you..." There was a spasm of fear that went across Quirrel's face.

"Sometimes, I find it hard to follow my master's instructions - he is a great wizard and I am weak -" At those words that fear crept into her, for it was Voldemort that was in the classroom, not Snape. She wondered of how Voldemort was able to enter the classroom, left alone the castle, without Dumbledore knowing about it. Unless if Dumbledore knew about it, of which made Jennifer trust Dumbledore even less if Dumbledore knew.

"You mean he was there in the classroom with you?"

"He is with me wherever I go, I met him when I traveled around the world. A foolish young man I was then, full of ridiculous ideas about good and evil. Lord Voldemort showed me how wrong I was. There is no good and evil, there is only power, and those too weak to seek it... Since then, I have served him faithfully, although I have let him down many times. He has had to be very hard on me." Quirrell shivered suddenly. "He does not forgive mistakes easily. When I failed to steal the stone from Gringotts, he was most displeased. He punished me... decided he would have to keep a closer watch on me..." Jennifer watched as Quirrell cursed under his breath.

"I don't understand... is the Stone inside the mirror? Should I break it?" Jennifer's mind was racing, she couldn't use any of the training her father gave to her at the moment. Well she could but she was trapped by the ropes that were digging into her, she looked at the mirror remembering what Harry said the mirror does. She wanted to find the stone more than Quirrell does so for she doesn't want the stone to get into Voldemort's hands to have him rise up again. So if she looked into the mirror that she might see herself finding the stone, she tried to edge to the left to get in front of the glass without Quirrell noticing of what she was doing she tripped and fell over. But Quirrell was paying no heed to her for he was still looking into the mirror and talking to himself of what he should do. "What does this mirror do? How does it work? Help me, Master!" Jennifer kept struggling against the ropes but she stopped when a voice answered Quirrell, one that seem to be coming from Quirrel.

"Use the girl... Use the girl..." Jennifer froze as Qurriell rounded on her.

"Yes - Coulson - come here." Quirrell clapped his hands once, the ropes biding her feel off of her, Jennifer got slowly to her could still feel the ropes digging into her from the time she was in he ropes. "Come here. Look in the mirror and tell me what you see." Jennifer walked towards Quirrell, she would need to lie of what she sees in the mirror and then punch or kick Qurriel in he stomach before leaving the room. Quirrel moved in behind her liked she hoped he would, Jennifer breathed in the funny smell that seem to be coming from Quirrell's turban. She closed her eyes before she stepped in front of the mirror and opened her eyes again. She saw her reflection as she expected, pale and scared looking at first, but than a reflection appeared behind her right next to Qurriel. Jennifer nearly cried out when she saw the reflection behind her own reflection, it was her father in his usual suit that he wears for S.H.I.E.L.D. Her father put his hand into his own pocket and pulled out a blood red stone, her father looked at her before he winked at her. Than he lead forward and put the stone into her own pocket, as soon as her father's reflection put the stone into her reflection's pocket, that she felt something heavy drop into her real pocket. Jennifer realized what happen and couldn't believe of what just happened, somehow in someway, she got the stone. "Well? What do you see?"

"I see myself shaking hands with Dumbledore, I - I've won the house cup for Gryffindor." Quirrell cursed again.

"Get out of the way." As Jennifer moved aside for Quirrell, that she felt the Sorcerer's Stone against her leg. She needed to get out of here and fast, but she needed to knock Quirrell out first before making her way out of is place, Before she could take five paces that high voice spoke, though Quirrel wasn't moving his lips.

"She lies... She lies..." Quirrell shouted

"Coulson, come back here! Tell me the truth! What did you just see?" The high voice spoke again.

"Let me speak to her... face-to-face..."

"Master, you are not strong enough!"

"I have strength enough... for this..." For some reason, Jennifer felt she was rooted to the spot she was standing at the moment and she wasn't sure why. Jennifer watched as Quirrel reached up and began to unwrap his turban, as the turban began to fall away that Quirrel's head looked smaller without it. As soon as the turban fell away and Quirrel pulled the turban all the way off that Quirrel turned around. When he turned around that Jennifer was able to move, for she fell backwards and landed on the floor with her feet out in front of her, so that she was sitting down on the floor at the moment. Jennifer was shocked at what she was seeing and she nearly screamed at what she was seeing, though she nearly screamed more out of shock than fear. Even with SHIELD training as well as some extra training and learning of the wizard world from her father that there was nothing could have prepared her for what happened. For where there should have been a back to Quirrel's head was a face, the most terrible face that she ever seen. The face was chalk white with glaring red eyes with slits for nostrils, like a snake, than the face whispered to Jennifer.

"Jennifer Coulson ... " Jennifer tried to get up or move but she was unable to move out of shock. "See what I have become? Mere shadow and vapor ... 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?" Jennifer felt her legs were able to move again and she managed to get up and back up a little ways. She wasn't going to give him the stone no matter what he says or does, she would rather die first than let him have the stone. "Don't be a fool. Better save your own life and join me... or you'll meet the same end as your parents... Your mother died begging me for mercy..." Jennifer shouted.

"LIAR!" Quirrell was walking backward at him so that Voldemort could still see her, the evil face was smiling.

"How touching... I always value bravery... Yes, girl, your parents were brave too... I would killed your father if he was there but my followers killed him earlier that day; but when he fought me before he was killed that 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." As Voldment spoke about her father that she knows that wasn't true at all, for her father was still alive for her father raised her since her mother died.

"NEVER! I WOULD RATHER DIE FIRST." Jennifer sprang toward the flame door but Voldement screamed.

"SEIZE HER!" The next thing that Jennifer felt Quirrell's hand close around her wrist, at once, she felt a needle sharp pain seared across her scar. It felt like her head was about to split into two, she yelled and struggling with all at she has of which can be a lot. But it didn't seem to take too much before Quirrel let go of her, the pain in her head lessen but it didn't go away. She looked wildly to see where Quirrel was and saw him hunched in pain looking at his fingers. His fingers were blistering before his eyes, Jennifer was shocked to see his fingers blistering. Voldemort was shrieking at Quirrell. "Seize her! SEIZE her!" Qurriell lunged at her, knocking her off of her feet, so that he landed on top of her with both hands around her neck. Jennifer had one hand on Quirrel's arm and she punched him in the face rather hard. She was surprised that she was able to see well enough to punch something since her scar almost blinding her with pain. Though she could see Quirrel howling in agony as he held her there along with the fact that she was punching him in the face.

"Master, I cannot hold her - my hands - my hands!" Quirrel managed to pin her to the ground with his knees, as he let to of her neck, as a result she was unable to punch him in he face any more. Jennifer could see that his hands looked burned, raw, red and shiny, it was the same of where she hit him in the face. Jennifer knows she could hit people hard but she was not strong enough to make Quirrell's face look like raw meat. Not only that but it should have taken that many ounces or did she throw that many punches, the pain in her head was so high that she was unsure of how many punches she thrown. Voldement screeched at Quirrel.

"Then kill her, fool, and be done!" Quirrel raised his hand to perform a curse, but Jennifer did the one thing she could think of, she reached up and grabbed his face for it was apparent her skin was causing Quirrell a lot of pain for who knows why. At the moment, she didn't care one bit and she managed to punch him once more while she was at it.

"AAAARGH!" Qurriell rolled off of her, so that his face was blistering even more than before. Jennifer jumped to her feet and hung on as tight as she could onto Quirrell and made sure she touched his bare skin. For it seems that Quirrell couldn't touch her bare skin not without suffering terrible pain. This was the only way she could stop him from doing that curse and prevent him from getting him the stone, the pain in her head was building as she held in as Quirrell screamed and tried to throw her off. She could only hear Quirrell's shrieks and Voldemort's yelling of to kill her and there was also another yelling of Jennifer. At the yell of Jennifer that she felt Quirrell's arm begin wrenched from her grasp before she fell into blackness.