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Ginny278 – there was a reason that Harry did not want them to know.
Thank you to all of my readers and now for a little spoiler
The hooded figure is revealed.
Chapter 5 The best day of Harry's life
With a bit of anticipation Harry looked at the card. He recognized what it was from the picture alone. The card showed his very first day at Hogwarts. He was at the Gryffindor table eating dinner. Snape looked right at him. That was when he felt the sudden pain in his scar. It was the first time he had ever felt pain from it.
"What was that memory?" The hooded figure asked.
"The first time I felt my scar burning." Harry answered placing the card back. "When I was younger, before I found out about magic, I tried to remember what had happened. I would strain my memory as far as it could go. I saw the green light of the killing curse and then felt a bit of burning, but it was from the memory."
"That was the second point in your life. Have you yet figured what all of these cards have in common?" The hooded figure asked.
"They are all when I was younger." Harry answered, which was true enough.
The hooded figure seemed to shake his head slightly. "I want you to take another card, but not from the row, choose one from the deck."
Harry grabbed the top card from the pile. He was getting more wary about this card game the longer that it went.
The hooded figure touched Harry's head again. Harry knew that he would experience whatever it was on this card.
It was not what he expected.
Harry found himself in the Gryffindor Common Room. He had guessed that it was right after they won a Quidditch game. He saw Ron come at him holding the silver cup and then he saw Ginny. For a moment Harry did enjoy reliving their first kiss.
Again he found himself in the misshapen Hogwarts.
"That was one of the greatest days of my life." He told the hooded figure.
"And yet it wasn't placed on the table. How odd. It would seem that your life is only focused on one thing. The destruction of Lord Voldemort."
"Yes, he haunted my entire life." Harry said, "but that card should have been there."
"For you their has been nothing else in your life. This is what the cards are telling me." The hooded figure said.
"I've had plenty in my life." Harry shot back.
"Yet the cards that were laid out were associated with Lord Voldemort." The hooded figure replied.
"Who are you?" Harry asked he could not take it anymore. He had to know who it was.
The hooded figure lifted his hood.
Harry saw a face that he had not seen in a long time, Professor Quirrell.
"But if you're. . . than. . ." Harry started back up against the door.
Without a word Quirrell turned around in his seat.
"Yes, I am here." Lord Voldemort's voice hissed at Harry.
For a reason that seemed inconceivable Harry screamed.
Jeanette was at Harry's side when she heard him yell. She immediately began trying to control his limbs. It appeared that he was trying to run and run fast. "This too will pass." She whispered in his ear.
"What's going on?" Ron asked watching in horror.
"Something scared him." Jeanette answered. "Instead of just standing there you could help out and hold down his arms."
Hermione felt Harry's forehead, he was sweating. "You need to stop this."
"No, only when he finds what he is looking for." Jeanette answered. "I just need a little more water on him."
"You said that makes things clearer." Hermione said accusingly.
"That is the point." Jeanette said.
"Get out of here." Ron said. "We'll take care of him. He doesn't need any help from you."
"He was the one that came to me." Jeanette replied still trying to hold Harry down. "You can not make me leave."
"Ron, we need a healer. Call Ginny."
"She won't come." Ron replied. "Not if he's doing something this idiotic."
"Damn it Ron you are just going to have to convince her." Hermione said.
Ron did not need telling twice.
"He requested that no one knows about this." Jeanette said.
"I don't think he's in a state of mind to argue." Hermione replied. "He will have a properly trained healer."
Jeanette shook her head. This was the last time she did a job without her own security measures
Harry had run as far as he could away from Voldemort. He wasn't even sure of where he was going. He was soon inside an old classroom that he could not find any exits out of. He was cornered.
Standing in the door was Professor Quirrell. He nodded towards Harry before turning around.
"I killed you." Harry yelled at the figure. This was worst thing possible.
"Not entirely, no." Voldemort said. "Your life was concentrated on me. Without me you were nothing. Now you're dead along with me."
"You're wrong." Harry stated. "I survived. I got away."
"But I still linger in your mind." Voldemort said.
Harry could not believe it. Voldemort was right. It was because of him that Harry had the fears in mind. That was why he was doing this.
"There is something here I want you to look at." Voldemort indicated something to Harry's lef.t
Harry was not sure why he didn't see it earlier. It was another thing he had not seen in a long time, the mirror of erised.
He could not believe it.
"Why don't you look into the mirror." Voldemort said. "See what it shows you."
"That mirror doesn't show anything truthful." Harry countered.
"Dumbledore was a bit wrong on that. It shows the truth of what is in our hearts. Why don't you see? I am destroyed. You should see yourself standing there. Just as you would with a regular mirror."
He wasn't sure what propelled him to do it, but Harry stood in front of the mirror.