bTo Listen With Our Ears, Minds, and Hearts Chapter 7- Forever with You (GD&TOP&BOM)
A few days later, Mizy was allowed to the leave the hospital wing. She trudged up the stairs, flexing her left hand, working it as Madam Promfrey had showed her. She was able to walk in peace; everyone had thought she had been ill rather than injured.
"Mizy?" Someone called. Mizy stopped and looked around, and spotted Quirrell, who was looking around the corner of a room. Mizy smiled and walked over to him.
"Hi, professor." She said. He returned her smile, making her blush slightly.
"He-hello. I w-was wondering when y-you'd come b-back."
"Oh, I just got out a little while ago."
"Oh, perfect." One of his eyes twitched. "How are y-you feeling?"
"A lot better since I got bit."
Quirrell glanced around. "How a-about you s-say we go t-to my o-office?"
"Sure." Mizy said. Quirrell gestured with his hand for her to lead the way, and they walked to Quirrell's classroom. As Quirrell entered the office after Mizy, he closed the door behind him.
"D-do you r-remember anything, b-by any c-chance?" He asked quietly.
"You mean of the incident? Not really." Mizy replied. Quirrell nodded his head.
"If i-it's not t-too m-much to ask of y-you, could you p-perhaps s-switch your p-prefect d-duties for t-tonight?"
"Er, sure, I can try." Quirrell smiled.
"But today's one of your breaks." Nooni said. "Don't you want to take full advantage of your time off of being a prefect?"
"It's alright. I get one day off some other time." Mizy said.
Nooni was silent. Then- "Don't you find it a little fishy?"
"Find what fishy?" Mizy said.
"I mean- I don't know, er, like, this all started when you approached him!"
"Meaning?"
"I just think it's weird how he had asked you to do this. But I can't really think of it as a bad thing, so just forget that I mentioned it."
Mizy raised an eyebrow.
Later, Mizy showed up to fulfill the prefect duties in replace of the other Ravenclaw prefect. She wondered around, looking distractedly around, wandering why Quirrell had requested her to switch. She walked on, looking for signs of students out of bed, and founding none. She reached the first floor, and looked towards the DADA class, when the room went dizzy yet relaxing, and dissolved into black.
"Use the boy... Use the boy..." A faint, hard voice echoed through Mizy's ears. She wondered vaguely what it was talking about, but she felt far too comfortable to think deeper about it. Push him, push him forward, a voice spoke in her mind. A small voice in Mizy's head wanted to answer rudely back, but Mizy felt her arms lift and push something small but solid forward, obeying the voice.
"He lies... He lies..." The hard voice repeated. Mizy felt chills run down her spine. "Let me speak to him... face-to-face..."
"Master, you are not strong enough!" This voice was similar to Quirrells…
"I have strength enough... for this..."
Mizy felt a jolt as her vision bloomed, her eyes widening in fear as she took in her surroundings; a large corridor with fire surrounding it. She turned her head shakily, and watched in shocked silence as Quirrell unwrapped his turban to reveal a horrid snake-like face that seemed to have grown out from the back of his head.
"Harry Potter..." it whispered.
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Quirrell cursed again.
"Get out of the way," he said. As Harry moved aside, he felt the Sorcerer's Stone against his leg. Dare he make a break for it.
But he hadn't walked five paces before a high voice spoke, though Quirrell wasn't moving his lips.
"He lies... He lies..." "Potter, come back here!" Quirrell shouted. "Tell me the truth! What did you just see." The high voice spoke again.
"Let me speak to him... face-to-face..." "Master, you are not strong enough!" "I have strength enough... for this..." Harry felt as if Devil's Snare was rooting him to the spot. He couldn't move a muscle. Petrified, he watched as Quirrell reached up and began to unwrap his turban. What was going on. The turban fell away. Quirrell's head looked strangely small without it. Then he turned slowly on the spot.
Harry would have screamed, but he couldn't make a sound. Where there should have been a back to Quirrell's head, there was a face, the most terrible face Harry had ever seen. It was chalk white with glaring red eyes and slits for nostrils, like a snake.
"Harry Potter..." it whispered.
Harry tried to take a step backward but his legs wouldn't move.
"See what I have become." the face said. "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."
Mizy only registered one thing; the face could talk! And it mentioned that Quirrell had drunk unicorn blood. She realized who must have been behind the slaying of the unicorns in the forest. She watched as the boy, whom she recognized as the Potter boy, stumble backwards.
"Don't be a fool," snarled the face. "Better save your own life and join me... or you'll meet the same end as your parents... They died begging me for mercy..."
"LIAR!" Harry shouted in response.
"How touching..." The face hissed. "I always value bravery... Yes, boy, your parents were brave... I killed your father first; and 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." Mizy suddenly became aware that this must He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, then felt it was better to not have realized this.
"NEVER!" Harry jumped back, attempting to run to the flame door. The face screamed something she didn't acknowledge, but as she watched Quirrel sprang forward, leaping at the boy, his hands wrapping around his neck, she let out a scream.
Quirrell's head snapped towards her- then he jumped away from Harry, letting out a small scream of his own. His hands were blistering right before his very eyes.
"Master, I cannot hold him - my hands - my hands!" But even though he was speaking to his master, his eyes were looking back at Mizy, as though begging her to do something. But she stayed rooted to the spot.
"Then kill him, fool, and be done!" The face shrieked. At these words, she threw herself towards Harry.
"Are you alright?" She asked, trying to help him up. The boy stared back at her, confused.
"Weren't you just-" He began, but then raced towards Quirrell, who had been raising his hand as through to perform a curse, though half heartedly, and grabbed onto his face. Quirrell screamed in pain, and Mizy ran on instinct up and teared Harry away from him. Quirrell raised his hands to his face, mouth opened in a quiet "o". Mizy stared at him.
"Professor…" She said softly. Quirrell's eyes focused on her, then he dropped to his knees, and then onto the floor. Harry had been shaking in her arms, and then he fainted. Mizy shook him.
"Er, Harry! Harry!" She called awkwardly. She looked around wildly, not knowing what to do, or even where she was. Then, perhaps by good luck, Dumbledore had appeared. He took one look at the two, bent over and picked up Harry in his arms, beckoned Mizy to follow, and walked through a door. Mizy hurriedly followed him, anxious to leave what she thought to be a bad dream, when she remembered Quirrell. She stopped and turned to look at him, wondering if she should help him or anything.
"There's nothing you can do to help him." Dumbledore's voice drifted, as though he had read her mind. She continued staring for some time, and then left with Dumbledore.
Mizy was sitting up straight in one of the beds at the hospital wing, now realizing this was no dream. She had claimed that she was not in any way injured, but Madam Promfrey insisted on checking her. She had also finished telling Dumbledore everything she remembered that took place only a couple of minutes earlier. Dumbledore gazed at her over his half-moon spectacles, his blues eyes as though x-raying her, taking in her every word. Even after she had finished speaking, he continued to gaze at her, and somehow, images of what had happened, other memories of her with Nooni and even Quirrell, and things that she did not even remember seeing flashed though her mind. Then, the headmaster blinked and leaned back.
"I believe you, Ms. Yaru. That is the first thing I wish to tell you. Also, I suspect that you have been Imperiused."
"Imperiused?" She repeated.
"Yes, with the Imperio curse."
"Isn't that illegal?"
Dumbledor gave a chuckle. "My dear, I do not believe they would care if they did something illegal."
"Okay, er…Then by who?"
"I regret to inform you that it was Professor Quirrell himself."
Mizy's mouth dropped open.
"Yes, I fear that he may have been using you. I think it is better to start from the beginning. I summarize that Professor Quirrell had charmed you, or maybe he just saw your infatuation with him as a way to control you, but nevertheless, had instructed you to do things such as patrolling the forbidden corridor for signs of weakness, resulting in your being bitten some days ago. He must have also put you up to assist him in his endeavor to obtain what we call, the sorcerer's stone."
Mizy's face must had shown confusion, as Dumbledore elaborated.
"The sorcerer's stone is a stone in which the drinker will expand his life line, enabling him to live longer. I guessed that Voldemort "(Mizy flinched at the name)" must have tried to use it to grant himself a new body."
"You can drink a stone?"
Again, he chuckled. "It is more of an expression. I do not wish to go into detail, I hope you realize that it is better off not to know much." Mizy nodded.
"So I just explained what I believe you should know. It also seems that Mr. Potter might think you to be an enemy, but do not worry, I shall talk to him when he wakes."
Mizy was relieved. She had been scared of how Harry might treat her after this incident.
"Am- am I in trouble?"
"No dear, you are not to be blamed. However, do take better precautions in the future."
Mizy smiled at that. Dumbledore patted her shoulder, and stood up.
"Can I tell Nooni what happened?" She bursted out.
Dumbledore stood, as though deciding on his answer.
"Yes." He said finally. "She seems to be an excellent friend. Now, I think it is best to let you rest. Take a drink from that mug Madam Promfrey has kindly poured for you."
Mizy nodded again, and reached for the mug. She took a long drink, and set it back. She sat, just thinking that she should have asked what it was first, when she felt drowsy, and sank back against the pillows, falling asleep, someone pulling the sheets up around her.
"You're lucky! You could have been killed!" Nooni exclaimed. Mizy had left the hospital wing the next day, singled Nooni out, and told her all of what happened. Mizy smiled. All the while, she had not exactly felt in danger at all, until that face had started to speak. As she said this, Nooni pointed at that she couldn't have felt anything anyways; she had been Imperiused. Mizy narrowed her eyes at her friend, then laughed at her own mistake.
The school year was nearing to an end, during which she must have heard a hundred different versions of what had happended in the forbidden corridor; the news had spread like wildfire. Dumbledore had came to her, requesting to talk to her privately. He informed her of Quirrell's death, explaining how Voldemort had left him for dead. She did not know how to react, she had liked him, but then found out he had been using her. She settled that she felt pity in her stomach, and a little emptiness. She had refrained from asking about him earlier, fearing the answer. Mizy quietly thanked him, and walked back up to the common room with Nooni.
"Well, this is good bye. To Hogwarts that is." Nooni said, as they gazed out of the wide windows into the blue sky and castle grounds.
"Yeah, but we had good times."
"You did, you and an adventure! But I'm glad I didn't get mixed up in that mess."
Mizy laughed, and a band of trio, a black haired, red haired, and bushy brown hair students were out by the lake. She recognized them as Harry and Harry's friends. She pointed them out.
"It's like they attract trouble, those three." She said.
"All I can say is, good luck to them!" Nooni said.
A/N: Yes, predictable plot