A/N RubyUchiha13 Snape's definitely going to play a part in Harry and Draco's 'adventures' Thanks so much erised1186, glad you enjoyed it!Thanks to the unregistered wolf animagus and finally, MuppetKatie Thanks, I really want to build up the relationships between characters so I hope I can do that effectively.
And sorry guys, I know this took a lot longer to update than the others, but it is longer and I have the next one planned out-ish :)
Harry
He looked over at Draco and walked into the flames. It was an icy cold, tingling sensation. There was a cloaked figure standing in front of a large mirror in the centre of the room. Slowly the figure turned around, slipping of his cloak. The boys recognised him as professor Quirrell.
"Harry Potter. I've been expecting you. Congratulations on surviving Dumbledore's little- tricks."
The voice came from Quirrell's direction but was not his, the professor did not move his lips yet the voice slithered out of the darkness.
"Yes, well done. You have done well and those who do well in my service are well rewarded." Professor Quirrell looked over the two boys, his eyes lingering on Draco.
"I don't understand" stuttered Harry "in your service? Who are you?"
"I am he who must not be named. I am The Dark Lord. I am Voldemort."
Draco flinched at that. Harry turned back to his professor.
"Professor, who, where is he?"
Quirrell laughed. When he spoke he had lost his stutter and his voice sounded different.
"He is here, Potter. He is far greater than you could ever imagine."
Draco
He would probably never see her again. Should never see her again. She deserved better than him. She might be a mudblood, a muggle born, but he was a traitor. A liar. He had betrayed Harry and put her into so much danger.
And now the Dark Lord himself was here. Draco couldn't see him but he could feel his presence, the evil shadows and cold air that filled the room. Draco didn't know what he was supposed to do so he let the professor talk for a while, zoning out and not paying much attention. After about 10 minutes Draco realised Harry and Quirrell were still talking and no-one had died professor seemed to be trying to convince Harry to join Voldemort.
For the first time in weeks Draco saw a glimmer of hope. Perhaps the Dark Lord would let them live after all. If Harry went along with it, and He thought him useful enough perhaps...
Harry
He was terrified, afraid he would be killed any moment, and yet he was disgusted as well. This man was trying to convince him to join Voldemort, the man who had killed his parents. The thought made him shudder. He would be brave for his parents, must be brave.
Quirrell was still going on about how incredible the Dark Lord was, but he realised Harry had stopped listening.
"Here boy, come and look at this."
Harry slowly shuffled over. Quirrell pointed at the mirror.
"Look in there."
He moved over so that Harry could stand in front of the mirror.
Harry stepped up to the mirror. He was surrounded by people! No, his reflection was surrounded by people. People who looked- like him. They had his eyes ad noses, his sticky up hair. Standing right behind him, arms around him, mum? dad? They looked just like the photos of his parents.
"My family?" He asked. "Where are they?"
He looked at the mirror searching for clues as to what it was, how it worked. It was huge, taller than Quirrell, and it stood in a fancy gold frame perched on clawed feet. He thought he had seen something similar at Draco's house.
"That is the Mirror of Erised" said Quirrell from behind him.
"The Mirror of Erised?"
Quirrel replied. "The mirror shows you what you most desire. I can make you powerful beyond all men. Your dreams can be reality."
His parents were dead. But what if he could bring them back?
Draco
Harry stepped back from the mirror looking dazed. Quirrell kept talking but Draco wasn't listening. He was peering round Harry, trying to see into the mirror. Harry stepped back and suddenly he could see his reflection.
He also saw his parents. His father, proud,a hand on Draco's shoulder, his other arm cradling Narcissa. Draco felt hot tears welling up in his eyes as he looked at the happy family scene. He caught a glimpse of someone else in the reflection, and jumped back, scared someone might see.
When he composed himself however, Quirrell was still talking, but Draco could sense he was getting Harry would throw away the one chance they had, he turned to Harry and started trying to convince him to help Voldemort.
Quirrell turned and once again studied the mirror.
"Harry, you could be a great wizard. He could help you."
"He is evil, not great."
"Not evil. He helped people. Some wizards he helped rise, helped them make their way in the world."
Draco hated himself for saying these words, for helping the man who had destroyed his family but it was the only way. They would understand. They had to.
Harry
Draco wanted him to do the impossible, to help the man who had killed his parents.
"Helped some people. Not my parents. Not me." He burst out angrily.
Quirrell turned back to look at them.
"I am ready." The voice whispered. "Show him."
Slowly the professor began unwrapping his turban. He turned around. Harry let out a somewhat stifled the back of Quirrell's head should have been there was a face. It didn't look human. It was like something out of a horror move, pale white with glowing red eyes and snake like nostrils.
"I am Lord Voldemort. Confined to this body I must appear like this, but soon I shall rise and you shall help me. The deaths of Lily and James Potter were a tragic accident."
"How dare you mention their names you liar?" Spat Harry.
"Your parents were never meant to die. It was a friend of theirs, Sirius Black, who convinced me that they had to be killed. After I had made the terrible mistake of trusting him he murdered 13 innocent people."
Harry was silent. He seemed so sincere. Harry thought he had heard the name Sirius before, whispers he could not remember. And Voldemort- that thing that claimed to be him sounded so upset. Surely no cold-blooded creature could sound so empathic.
Draco
What utter rubbish. Sirius Black may be a murderer, and may have been linked to Harry's parents, but it was He who was responsible But if that's what it took to convince Harry...
Harry seemed to be considering his options now. Draco let his mind wander. She would be out by now, safe. She would go to Dumbledore, and he would help. But the only way Draco would be safe was if Harry agreed to join the Dark Lord.
Harry
Suddenly he was filled with pain. Sharp, searing pain. It felt like his scar was breaking open, his head pounded. He saw things, a cold dark room, a cave, a snake slithering through a graveyard. He heard things, faint voices, whispers. Thoughts that were not his thoughts.
Useful... yes. Perhaps he could be very useful
His head rushing and still the pain. Pain such as he had never felt before, surrounding him. He felt misery, despair, and something else, something he could not name.
Draco
He heard Harry scream, turned and saw him collapse. He ran to him but Quirrell got there first. The professor grabbed Harry and then recoiled in pain, screeching.
The room was filled with the sound of pain. Draco reached Harry, shook him frantically. He was cold and his eyes had glazed over but he was still screaming.
Suddenly a figure appeared in the doorway. Spells flew through the air, heading for Quirrell. There was fire, and still the screams, and Draco felt cold air rush past him and then the thing which had been Quirrell was gone.