They played. Ronald had used every piece except them. He looked at the king, then understood something. He said to Harry, "When that king takes me, you'll be free to check him." Harry understood, "NO, RON! NO!" Hermione said, "What is it?" Harry said, "He's going to sacrifice himself!" Sidney gasped, "No you can't, there must be another way!" Ron yelled back furiously, "Do you want Snape to get that stone or not?!" Harry stared at Ron as he said, "Knight to E 3." Sidney gasped as the knight moved; when it's move had finished, the king stabbed the horse underneath Ron.

Sidney screamed, "RON!" Harry moved to the king, "Checkmate!" The sword clanged to the floor. Sidney sighed softly and went to the door. She heard Hermione say, "I'm staying with Ron." Harry and Sidney nodded, "We'll do this."

They went through the doors, to find someone they never expected. Quirrel. Sidney gasped, "Professor?" Quirrel smiled, "Yes Ms. Potter. I'm the one who did it." Harry muttered, "Finally, he's stopped stuttering." Sidney shot him a look; Quirrel turned to them. He said, "Ms. Potter, look in the mirror. Tell me, what do you see?"

Sidney looked into the mirror; sure, she was there, but she couldn't see Harry. She saw her own parents and Harry said, "Sidney?" She took a step towards the reflection; it was what she'd always wanted. To be loved and accepted. Her eyes teared up. Harry's hand touched her shoulder. She looked at him; he stared into her eyes. Sidney's tears flooded.

Harry hugged her tightly, "Sidney...it's okay." He knew what the mirror was; he'd encountered it before. He glared at Quirrel, who stared at Sidney. She hugged Harry tighter; he looked into her eyes. She murmured, "Thanks." Quirrel intervened, "What did you see?" Harry spat, "None of your business, Quirrel." He took out his wand.

A small slithering voice came, "let me see them..." Quirrel worriedly said, "Master, you're not strong enough!" The voice said, "I'm strong enough for this..." Quirrel slowly took off his turban; what was underneath made the hair on the back of their necks stand up straight. Sidney took a few steps; "Voldemort." Harry turned, "What?" She said, "It's Voldemort, Harry!" He looked into the eyes of the creature clinging to the back of Quirrel's head; it looked weird.

Sidney shook her head, and suddenly felt her hand sink to her wand. She heard Voldemort say, "See, Harry...we are one. You can join me, and not die." Harry stepped back, yelling, "LIAR!" Voldemort cackled, "Bravery...your parents had it too!" Sidney looked up; her parents were an awkward topic for her to talk about.

After a few moments of trying to coax the Potters into joining him, Voldemort told his body, "Kill them." Quirrel pounced on Sidney, who yelped. She gulped slightly as his hands fell around her neck. One hand held a wand. He started to say, "Avada-" They heard a howl of pain from the teacher; his hands were turned to dust. Sidney shivered; she didn't want to see this ever again.

Harry knocked Quirrel off her; the man turned to dust. There was a wail; they looked. A spirit was wailing as it went through Harry's chest. He gasped and fell on the stairs. He fell unconscious immediately. Sidney took a few steps back, watching the spirit. It turned to her; she gasped and ran. It went through her back; she felt a chill up her spine. She heard the door open. She looked slowly; Dumbledore had entered the room. He went to her side, "Sidney?" She watched the spirit disappear. She shook; she turned slightly. The headmaster held her head; she lay down on the ground. She felt the consciousness slipping and let it go.

The headmaster watched the Potter girl fall unconscious; he sighed a little bit. He turned to Harry, who seemed to have broken his wrist. He made stretchers out of air and set the children on them. Harry was okay, but Sidney was very cold. She didn't move, nor did it look like she was breathing. But she was, unevenly.

The stretchers led the way to the school. Dumbledore gave the children to Poppy and was on his way.