AN: guys I am so sorry for not updating in like forever. I really am. I swear that I'll try to update more, especially since I like this story, and I feel like it's going somewhere. Besides I need something to do to distract me from all the stress in my life right now… Anyways here's another chapter.

Chapter 13

The Man With Two Faces

When I dropped through the trap door, I landed in something squishy. I looked around at Harry, Ron and Hermione wondering where they were. I saw that we were all sitting on some strange vines. At first nothing really happened, and I was grateful we had something soft to land on. Then, as we started moving around so did the vines. They wrapped around our legs and arms pinning us down.

"What is happening?" I asked alarmingly.

"I don't know!" Answered Harry in a panic.

"Guys don't move." Said Hermione, "this is Devil's Snare!"

"What the heck does that mean?" Yelled Ron in frustration.

"It means that we shouldn't move!" Answered Hermione.

Upon hearing this, I immediately stopped thrashing around. I trusted Hermione enough to believe her with this, and soon enough I slipped right down passed the vines and fell down to hit a floor just below them. I heard a thump and saw Hermione had also gotten through. I sighed with relief. I brushed off my cloak and looked up at the ceiling.

"Harry stop moving!" I yelled because I could still hear him, and Ron struggling against the vines.

"Wait, you guys are alright?" He asked sounding surprised.

"Yes, there is a floor right under the vines! So, stop moving and get down here!" I yelled back. Sure enough, Harry came down landing on his butt.

"GUYS!" Yelled Ron.

"He isn't relaxing, is he?" Hermione said.

"No, I don't think he is." Harry replied.

"I DON'T KNOW WHA—" Ron started, but his voice got muffled.

"I think the vines covered his mouth." I stated trying to stifle a laugh. Finally, something to shut him up.

"Oh I was reading about Devil's Snare. What did it say about its weaknesses." Hermione mumbled to herself. "Oh yeah! LUMOS SOLEM!" she yelled pointing her wand up at the vines.

The Devil's Snare cringed away from the light coming from Hermione's wand, and Ron dropped down next to us. I heard a sickening crunch when he rolled off of his ankle. I shuddered thinking about how that must have hurt like hell.

"I think I sprained my ankle." Ron said trying to stand up.

"We'll just have to take you to hospital wing when we get out of here. Can you walk?" Hermione asked.

"I think so." Ron said taking a step forward. He limped quite a bit, and nearly fell over. Hermione rushed to him, and let him lean on her.

"I'll just help you walk then." She said, "You guys ready to keep going?" She asked turning to Harry and me.

"Yeah, I am" I answered.

"Sure." Harry said turning towards the door.

As we walked closer to the door, we could hear some tinkling noises coming from the room. Here's to hoping it wasn't as bad as the Devils Snare.

"I wonder what that is." I said as I reached the door. I slowly pushed the door open to reveal a full of keys flying everywhere.

"I don't understand." Ron said as he looked around the room.

Harry and walked across the room to the door and tried the doorknob. "It's locked," he said frustrated. Ron hobbled over and tried alohomora, but it didn't work

"I think one of those flying keys can open it." I said looking around at the flying keys.

"It must be that one." Hermione said pointing at a silver key with its wing broken. "You see? It's wing is broken, so whoever came before us used that one"

"Alright," said Ron. "how are we going to catch it?"

"How about with this?" I said holding up a broom. Grinning I mounted it; when I felt a hand on my shoulder, I turned my head. Harry was standing there. "What?" I asked.

"I think that I should catch it." He said.

"Why?" I asked.

"Because I am a seeker, I have experience catching small items that can fly." Harry explained. I guess that made sense. Sighing I slid off the broom and handed it over to him.

"Here."

"Thanks," He said mounting it.

I turned towards Hermione and Ron, and walked over to them. They were both watching Harry as he struggled to catch the key. I also watched with interest, I could learn some of his technics just by watching, and the Slytherin team can use that against him. I noticed that he liked to stay high, and that his eyes were moving around frantically searching for the key. He was probably looking for a glint of silver so that he'd know where the key was, the only problem with that was that there were many keys and a lot of them were silver. I could easily stimulate that in the playing field. The team would just have to wear gold watches when the weather was sunny outside.

After about ten minutes of trying to catch the silver key, Harry finally caught it. Applauding him, Harry triumphantly approached the door, and unlocked it. "Now we can move on." He stated obviously. Sighing once again, I walked through the door, and saw a life size chess board.

"Wow." I heard Ron say. I remembered that chess was one of his favorite games to play when he didn't have to do homework. I couldn't blame him for being impressed, it was amazing. Broken pieces of chess characters scattered the floor. While I had never played wizards chess, I did hear that the pieces did knock each other down aggressively. It was obvious that whoever came through before us had played a match.

"This is amazing," Hermione said. "It's so huge!"

"Let's just walk across." I said, starting forward. As soon as I reached half-way across the board, the pawns from the opposite side barricaded the way.

"It looks like we need to play our way across." Harry said grimly.

I groaned. I didn't want to be a part of a life size game where the pieces decapitated each other. I looked around and saw that a knight, the two bishops, and a castle were missing. I wondered if we were going to take their places.

"Well, I'll take the knight." Ron said, "Hermione, you can be the castle. Harry and Chloe you guys can be the bishops." He continued pointed out where we should go stand. I had to physically make myself do what he told me to. I didn't exactly like having him tell me what to do; however, he was our best shot at getting across without dying.

"Now what do we do, Boss?" I asked.

"Don't call me that" Ron responded annoyingly. He seemed to hear the sarcasm in my voice.

"Well?" I asked pretending to not hear him.

"In chess, the white side usually goes first." He said. As soon as he finished his sentence, a pawn from the opposite side went ahead two spaces.

Ron started directing the black pieces, and they silently moved to where he told them. I stood watching with interest. If he messes up, I thought, then I'm going to kill him. When suddenly he asked me to move.

"What?" I asked as if I didn't hear him right.

"I need you to move four spaces to the right." He repeated.

"Do I have to?" I asked grudgingly.

"If you want to catch Snape, then yes." With that, I move the four spaces he asked me to.

After a few minutes of Ron moving pieces and getting them all killed and dragged off the board, he looked solemnly at Harry.

"What is it?" Harry asked with alarm.

"I need to be taken." Ron said slowly as he looked over the board.

"NO!" Hermione shouted, "YOU CAN'T"

"I need to, this is chess. Sometimes you need to make sacrifices." He explained.

"But we don't need to make this one." Harry argued. Personally, I thought that if Ron wanted to and sacrifice himself so we could move on, I would say 'go him'. However, Harry and Hermione probably didn't want to hear that from me.

"Don't you want to catch Snape? I need to do this if you guys are going to continue to the next room. Chloe, when I move, the queen is going to take me. Then you are free to move and check mate the king. Do you understand?" Ron continued.

"Yeah, I understand." I answered with a nod.

"Chloe!" Hermione protested.

"Ron's right, if we are to move on, this needs to happen." I said, "Ron do it."

Ron nodded, and faced forward. His face had turned completely white, making his ginger hair look incredibly red. Almost like a fire. He took a step, and instantly the white queen rose her hand, and struck Ron on the head. He collapsed immediately, and she dragged him to the side of the board.

Hermione had let out a scream but remained in her space. "Chloe, please move. We need to check Ron to make sure he is ok." She told me and I heard a quiver in her voice.

"Of course," I said. I walked three spaces to the left. The white king turned and threw his crown at my feet. "We won." I said turning to Harry and Hermione. They had already left their spaces and were half-way to Ron.

They looked worried, and were trying to wake Ron up when I reached them. Sighing I told them that he was probably just knocked out, and that he'd need awhile before he could get up and move around.

"You're right." Hermione said, "we should keep going."

"I suppose we should." Harry added reluctantly. We moved Ron into a more comfortable position before moving on to the next room.

A disgusting smell filled our nostrils, making us pull their robes up over our noses. Eyes watering, we saw, flat on the floor in front of us, a troll even larger than the one we had tackled on Halloween, out cold with a bloody lump on its head. It took all my strength to not puke everywhere.

"I'm glad we didn't have to fight that one," Harry whispered as we stepped carefully over one of its massive legs. "Come on, I can't breathe."

Agreeing silently Hermione and I were right behind him, heading out into the next room.

Upon entering the room, I almost expected to see something scary, but there was only a table with seven differently shaped bottles. It look like they all had potions in them.

"What do you guys think this means?" I asked approaching the table. As soon as all of us completely entered the room, a purple fire sprang up behind us. Another fire, black, was blocking the door ahead of us. We were trapped in the room.

"Look!" Hermione said, pointing to a paper lying on the table.

Danger lies before you, while safety lies behind,

Two of us will help you, whichever you would find,

One among us seven will let you move ahead,

Another will transport the drinker back instead,

Two among our number hold only nettle wine,

Three of us are killers, waiting bidden in line.

Choose, unless you wish to stay here forevermore,

To help you in your choice, we give you these clues four:

First, however slyly the poison tries to hide

You will always find some on nettle wine's left side;

Second, different are those who stand at either end,

But if you would move onward, neither is your friend;

Third, as you see clearly, all are different size,

Neither dwarf nor giant holds death in their insides;

Fourth, the second left and the second on the right

Are twins once you taste them, though different at first sight

I read this, great it's a riddle. I thought to myself.

"This is wonderful." Hermione said sighing with relief.

"How is this wonderful?" Harry asked.

"It's a test for your intelligence." She explained. "I should be able to solve this with almost no problem!"

She paced back and forth in front of the table muttering to herself. Several times she paused and pointed at bottles. Eventually she clapped her hands together.

"I've got it!" she declared.

"Great!" I said, "Which one will get us through the black fire?"

"This one should," she said pointing to a small bottle.

"There's only enough for two." Harry pointed out.

"That's simple, you and I will go through." I said like it should have been obvious.

"Harry she's right." Hermione said, "I'll take this one." She continued picking up a rounded bottle at the right end of the line. "It'll get me back to Ron. From there we'll take the brooms for the key room, and get some help."

"Well," He hesitated. "I suppose that's alright."

"It's settled then," Hermione said grabbing the potion she was going to drink. She drank just enough for the effects to take place, then quickly disappeared through the door we came through.

I looked at my brother and saw that he was frightened. I started to feel bad for him, and the truth was that I was also a little scared. I mean, Snape was always nice to me, and he didn't seem like a bad person. I just couldn't believe that he would want to steal the Sorcerer's Stone. It just didn't make any sense to me. I took a deep breath to calm my nerves.

"Let's go." I said simply. I grabbed the small bottle and took a sip. It felt as though ice was running through my body, and I turned and handed the bottle to Harry. After he drank the rest of the potion, we turned and walked towards the door that should lead us to straight to Snape.

When I opened the door, I was surprised. It wasn't Snape that was standing there, it was Professor Quirrell. I was so confused. I didn't know what to do; when Harry got through the door, I heard him gasp. This wasn't the person he thought it was going to be. I was relieved a little. I didn't want to believe that Snape was a bad guy, and now we knew for a fact it wasn't Snape.

"You?" Harry exclaimed.

"Me," Quirrell said. "I thought that I might be seeing the two Potters here."

"I thought that it was Snape." Harry said, still not believing what he was seeing.

"Severus?" Quirrell laughed. His laugh changed, it wasn't quavering; it was cold and sharp. "He would seem like he would have wanted the Stone. Him, always swooping around like an overgrown bat. But next to him, who would suspect P-p-poor stut-tering P-professor Quirrell?"

Harry looked as though he was having a hard time taking in the fact that it wasn't Snape. I stared at Quirrell and decided that he was stalling time; then I noticed the mirror behind him. It was the Mirror of Erised. Why was that here?

"But he tried to kill me!" Harry continued.

"What?" I asked. I didn't remember him telling me that.

"At a Quidditch match, after the first match." Harry said. Oh, I didn't go to that one. I thought to myself. I had been too sick to play and was in the hospital wing.

"He wasn't trying to kill you! I was!" Quirrell jeered at us. "He was trying to save you from me, he would have failed if that Hermione Granger hadn't pushed me over."

"He was trying to save me?" Harry said confused.

"Why else would he want to referee the next match? Of course he needn't have done that, I wouldn't have tried to do anything with Dumbledore watching. He did make himself unpopular with the teacher though didn't he? They all thought that he wanted the Gryffindor's lose."

Quirrell snapped his fingers, and ropes tied Harry and me up. I struggled a little trying to break free.

"You two are way to nosy to live, I think I will kill you." He said looking us both up and down. "But before I do that, I will examine this lovely mirror."

I turned to look at the mirror behind him. I wondered when it was moved here. When Christmas break was over, I was too busy to spend time in front of the mirror anymore, so I hadn't realized it wasn't in the backroom in the library anymore.

"This mirror is the key to finding the Stone," Quirrell murmured, tapping his way around the frame. "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..."

I needed to keep Quirrell from concentrating on the mirror, if what he said was true, then the Stone was in the mirror somehow. Harry seemed to have been thinking the same thing.

"I saw you, in the forest." He blurted out.

"Yes," He said idly walking around the mirror. "He was onto me by then, and was trying to scare me. Not that he could, not when I have Lord Voldemort on my side." He said not looking at us. "I can see myself with the stone, presenting it to my master, but how do I get it?" He mumbled.

"I thought Snape hated me." Harry said still trying to draw Quirrell's attention.

"Oh, he does. Him and your father never got along. They loathed each other. But he never wanted you dead."

"But I heard you a few days ago, sobbing - I thought Snape was threatening you..."

For the first time, a spasm of fear flitted across Quirrell's face.

"Sometimes," he said, "I find it hard to follow my master's instructions - he is a great wizard and I am weak -"

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

"He is with me wherever I go," said Quirrell quietly. "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..." Quirrell's voice trailed away.

I was remembering my trip to Diagon Alley -how could I have been so stupid? I'd seen Quirrell there that very day, shaken hands with him in the Leaky Cauldron.

Quirrell cursed under his breath.

"I don't understand... is the Stone inside the mirror? Should I break it?"

Right at this moment all I wanted to do was find the Stone before Quirrell did. I couldn't let him have the Stone, it wasn't right. If that was what I most desired then, I should be able to see myself taking the Stone if I looked in the mirror. My mind was racing with ideas so I could get in front of the mirror.

"Come here." Quirrell said suddenly. He snapped his fingers, and ropes loosened from around us. I looked at Harry, and slowly approached Quirrell and the Mirror. "Look in the mirror and tell me what you see."

I knew I would have to lie. I looked at the mirror and saw myself. There wasn't anyone else, just me. My reflection smiled at me and reached into my pocket. Out she pulled the Stone. She winked at me, and slowly replaced the Stone in the pocket. As she did so, I could feel something heavy in my pocket. My reflection must have given me the Stone.

"What do you see?" Quirrell asked impatiently.

"I see myself." I said.

"And?"

"And the Slytherin house winning the house cup." I lied.

He cursed again.

I was pushed away from the mirror as Quirrell stood in front of it again. I slowly started backing away towards my brother.

"She lies." I heard a high voice speak.

Quirrell turned and looked at me. "Tell me the truth." He said menacingly.

"Let me speck to them. Face-to-face." Said the voice again.

"But Master, you are not strong enough." Quirrell said.

"I am strong.. strong enough for this.."

My muscles froze as Quirrell started unwrapping the turban from his head. I was confused. Was the voice coming from Quirrell? The turban fell, and a foal order came out of it. Quirrell turned around so the back of his head was facing us.

I could have screamed, if my voice was working. There in front of me, and on the backside of Quirrell's head was Voldemort. His face was pale, and he looked at us with red gleaming eyes. His nostrils were slits, like a snake.

"Harry and Chloe Potter." He whispered.

I tried moving away again but failed. Fear flooded my body as I stared into the face of Voldemort.

"See what I have become?" Voldemort 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 the Stone in your pocket." He finished turning towards me.

I stumbled back. The feeling in my legs had returned and I was getting ready to run away.

"Don't be foolish girl." Voldemort said. "I can see what you want. I can give themto you." He taunted.

He was talking about my parents. I just knew it. I froze again, my mind reeling with the possibility of seeing my parents in real life.

"No, you can't." I said as I shook my head.

"I can, and I will. If you give me the Stone."

"I-I can't."

"Don't you want them? They can easily be yours, just hand over the Stone."

"NO!" I yelled. I was so tempted to take the offer, but I knew I couldn't. I couldn't betray my brother; he was the only family I had left.

Quirrell turned around and tried to lunge at me, but I quickly moved out of the way, but I fell down as I moved.

"You will not touch my sister!" Harry yelled as he came between us.

Quirrell lunged again, pushing my brother to the ground. He hit his head hard on the ground and passed out.

"NO!" I yelled.

Quirrell grabbed my wrist, but something strange happened. Quirrell had almost instantly let me go yelling in pain. I looked at his hands and saw that they were blistering. Voldemort kept yelling, egging Quirrell to attack again. Quirrell jumped on me, and I fell with him on top of me. He strangled my neck, and as I was choking, I could hear him screaming with pain.

"My hands.. they are burning Master." He whined. I realized that whenever I touched him, he would blister. Was this a power I got from the stone?

He let me go and taking this opportunity, I reached up and grabbed his face. Soon I could see the blisters popping up where I touched him. I refused to let his face go, thinking that if I did then Harry and I would be killed.

"KILL THEM!" I heard Voldemort yell.

I felt Quirrell's arms being pulled away from me. Soon I fell down a black hole. Falling… down… down…

AN: There you go! This was a long chapter, so please forgive me for not uploading in such a long time! Please, please, please let me know how I am doing! It would mean so much to me if you did. Besides I'll upload more often if I get reviews!