"Harry!!" The mop of black hair jerked up. The two children of Lily and James Potter stared at each other as the one resembling Lily approached the snake hole. Draco, who was leaning on Harry, snarled at Ellil. The Lions were getting too close to Harry for Draco's liking. Harry stood silently, his cold façade in place. He set his study things beside Hermione and walked to meet his relative. "What… Do you know how to stop Quirrell?" Harry's eyes narrowed.

Of course the knowledge of stopping Quirrell was in him, otherwise he would not have spoken to his brother. Harry's expression was that of one talking to a complete moron. Ellil backed off and a sigh escaped the lips of the Elf Prince. A nod came from Harry. Ellil grinned.

"Great!" he said. "Me and the gang were gonna do it tonight!" Harry sighed. They picked the right night.

"I shall meet you on the third floor then, at ten pm sharp," was the reply of the Elf Prince. He turned on his heel and walked to his group in the snake hole.

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It was just Ellil and Harry now. They stood at the top of a set of steps. Below them stood Quirrell and the Mirror of Erised. Ellil was shaking in fear or due to adrenaline. Harry, who had lost his cloak during the chess game, stood with his arms folded across his chest, his back to Ellil. Silently, the Elf made his slow way down to Quirrell and Ellil watched, brown eyes large as the shock sunk in. Harry was leaning against the mirror, all traces of emotion gone. Ellil, though, could tell Harry was in on the thing with Quirrell.

"You played me?!" Ellil shouted at Harry. Harry cocked a brow and fixed his tie extra slowly to add effect. His one word excuse was enough to fill in eight blank spots in Ellil's mind.

"Slytherin." Quirrell turned to face Ellil, but it was not Quirrell that the face was of. No. It was a man in his early twenties with no expression what-so-ever.

"Who are you?" whispered Ellil. "You aren't Quirrell…" Helpless was the boy with ruby locks. He turned to his brother. "Harry…?" Harry pushed himself off of the mirror and the mystery man drew his wand and murmured something inaudible to Ellil. And Harry changed right before his eyes.

Harry sighed as the Glamour placed on him was removed. He was Silim now, free to do what he would. He had his wand out as his hair fell to his mid-back. Blank were the emeralds behind the ruby frames and Silim licked his lips, twirling his wand around.

"Harry…?"

"Ellil," was the seductive whisper, "you have the stone. Give it to me."

"IT WAS YOU!!" Ellil accused, drawing his wand. He ran at Silim who stood perfectly still. Ellil stopped a few feet from the personal bubble of Silim. The new man spoke.

"Give him the stone.. Or perish." Ellil faced him and shook his head. Silim angrily grabbed his brother's collar and flung him in front of the mirror. Anger coursed through every vein in Silim's body, his eyes aglow with Elvish magic. Ellil winced and chanced a glance to the mirror. Silim watched with cold satisfaction as Ellil watched the mirror.

"Ivan," spoke the cold voice of Silim, "put the Glamour back on me and get the Stone. I must be off. If you do not get the Stone… Father shall be hearing of it." The strange man, Ivan, nodded. He murmured something and Silim was Harry once more. Harry tucked his wand away and walked behind the mirror. When Ellil looked, Harry was nowhere in the room. He turned to face Ivan.

"What did you see?!" hissed Ivan.

"I…" Ellil was at a loss… What should he say? "I saw Harry, me, and Mum together, happily eating dinner." That was good enough.

"LIAR!" Ivan yelled. Ellil winced and his hand automatically went to his right pocket. "There?" he hissed. Ellil shook his head and made a mad dash for the stairs. Ivan laughed and flicked his hand lazily and the pair was trapped in a ring of fire. Ivan lunged at Ellil and the duo fell to the ground, rolling down the stairs. On the last stair they stopped. Ivan was screaming 'Give me the stone' while his hands were firmly around Ellil's neck. Ellil spluttered and, in a lame attempt to rid himself of Ivan, grabbed his face. Much to his surprise, it worked and Ivan fell to the floor, his face burning. His whole body, much to the shock of one Ellil, went up in flames. Reaching into his pocket, he took out the stone. A loud roar echoed throughout the small chamber and Ellil whirled around and everything from there went blank.