A/N: I'm going to make this clear. I don't own the Harry Potter series or it's characters. That right goes to JK Rowling
Quirrell is not What He Seems
James is going to strangle whoever tricked him this time.
After the exams, James got a letter from Remus that he was needed, but when James got there, he found out that he been hoaxed again.
James was about to go back to Hogwarts when he heard Hermione yelling "Professor Potter!" from his pocket.
James took out the communication mirror and saw Hermione on it.
"Hermione, what's wrong? Where's Harry?" James asked.
"Harry is in trouble," Hermione said. "We need you to get back to Hogwarts, quick!"
James heart sunk when he heard that. "I'm on my way."
James took out his wand and with a flick, he disappeared in a crack sound that resembles a car backfiring.
…
Meanwhile, Harry was shock to find out that he was facing no other than Professor Quirrell.
"You!" gasped Harry.
Quirrell smiled without twitching at all.
"Me," he said calmly. "I wonder whether I'd be meeting you here, Potter."
"You're working for Voldemort?" Harry asked.
"That's right," Quirrell said, "The perfect act, if I say so. No one expected, p-p-poor, st-stuttering P-Professor Quirrell. Well, no one but your nosy father and Professor Snape. But now that your father is out of the way, and Snape unaware where you are, nothing will stop me from killing you tonight."
Quirrell snapped his fingers. Ropes sprang out of thin air and wrapped around Harry.
"You're as annoying as your father, Potter. Scurrying around the school on Halloween like that, for all I knew you'd seen me coming to look at what was guarding the Stone. It was bad enough your father and Professor Snape miraculously worked together to evade the dog."
"So you let the troll in?" Harry asked.
"Certainly. I have a special gift with trolls—you must have seen what I did to the one in the chamber back there? Unfortunately, my troll failed to beat you to death. Now wait quietly, Potter. I need to examine this interesting mirror."
Harry looked at the mirror and recognized it immediately as the Mirror of Erised.
"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 time he gets back. Let's see—I see the stone… I'm presenting it to my master… but where is it?"
"Where's Voldemort, Quirrell?" Harry asked.
"You'll see him soon, Potter. My master would want to kill you personally."
"How did you find him?" Harry asked.
"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."
Quirrell cursed under his breath. "I don't understand… is the Stone inside the mirror? Should I break it?" What does it do? How does it work? Help me, master!"
Why would Dumbledore use the Mirror of Erised to protect the stone? Harry thought. It only shows one's greatest desire. It doesn't summon something—unless charmed too.
Just as Harry thought that, a voice answered to Quirrell's request, that seem to come from Quirrell himself.
"Use the boy… Use the boy…"
Quirrell round on Harry.
"Yes—Potter—come here."
He clapped his hands once, and the ropes fell off Harry's body.
"Come here," Quirrell repeated. "Look in the mirror and tell me what you see."
Right now I want to keep the stone away from Quirrell. I want to protect my friends and family from Voldemort by keeping him from getting the stone, Harry thought.
Quirrell moved close behind him. Harry breathed in the funny smell that seemed to come from Quirrell's turban. He closed his eyes, stepped in front of the mirror, focused on the stone, and open them again.
He saw his reflection, pale and scared-looking at first. But a moment later, the reflection smiled at him. But he wasn't alone. Behind him was his mother: Lilly. She smiled at Harry and reached in her pocket and pulled out a blood red stone. She handed it to Harry's reflection, who took it, winked at Harry, and put it back in it's pocket. As it did, Harry felt something heavy drop into his real pocket. Somehow—incredibly—he'd gotten the Stone.
Lilly smiled at Harry proudly and nodded. It was as if the Mirror combined Harry's deepish wish to see his mother and gain the stone.
"Well?" said Quirrell impatiently. "What do you see?"
Harry straightened up.
"I see my mum," Harry said. "She has her arms wrapped around me in a hug. She looks rather proud of the kind of wizard I have become."
Quirrell cursed again.
"Get out of the way," he said.
Harry did as he told, making sure the Stone was in his pocket.
But Harry didn't have time to get out of there as a high voice spoke.
"He lies… he lies…"
"Potter, come back here!" Quirrell shouted. "Tell me the truth! What did you see?"
The high voice spoke again.
"Let me speak to him… face-to-face…"
"Master, you are not strong enough!"
"I have enough strength for this…"
Harry found himself scared stiff as Quirrell reached up and began to unwrapped his turban. When it fell off, he turned slowly on the spot.
Harry would have screamed if he could. Where there should have been the 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. "See what I have become. 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 strengthen me, these past weeks… you saw the results of it in the forest… and once I have the Elixer 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."
Harry looked at the mirror, and remembered what he told Hermione about his mother watching over him.
Your mother would be proud of you, James had told him.
"No!" Harry took out his wand from its hoster.
"Brave, just like your mother," Voldemort said. "I always value bravery. That's why I let Wormtail lore your father out of the house, and I would have spared your mother too, but she wouldn't let me kill you. She died protecting you to the end. Now give me the Stone, unless you want her to have died in vain."
"Never!" Harry said. "I don't believe you!"
Harry bolted for the door, but Voldemort screamed "SEIZE HIM!" and the next second, Harry felt Quirrell's hand close on his wrist. At once, a needle-sharp pain seared across Harry's scar his head felt as though it was about to split in two. But before Harry could respond, Quirrell surprisingly let him go. The pain in his head lessened. Harry looked around to see Quirrell hunched in pain, looking at his fingers—they were blistering before his eyes.
Harry remember asking his dad how he survived while his mum died.
Your mother died protecting you, Harry. That's what stopped Voldemort, James said. She loved you enough that her magic kept you safe from the killing curse.
Harry looked at the Mirror of Erised and almost imagine his mother smiling at him from the mirror, with her arms wrapped around Harry's refection.
I still have my mum's protection, Harry thought.
"Seize him! SEIZE HIM!" shrieked Voldemort again.
But Quirrell didn't have a chance to get up as Harry took out his wand. "Petrificus Totalus!"
Harry waved his wand at Quirrell as he got up. Quirell's arms snapped to his sides and his legs sprang together. His whole body riggido and he fell forward onto his face.
Voldemort screamed in anger, but Harry wasn't done yet.
Harry quickly sprang forward and placed his left hand on Voldemort's face. Voldemort's scream changed from anger to pain as blisters formed around his face.
At the same time Harry's scar was almost blinding him with pain, but Harry didn't stop. Not even when he heard other voices shouting, "Harry! Harry!"
Just then, there was a rush of cold air that seemed to come straight from the back of Quirrell's head, knocking Harry over and out cold.
A/N: Although the book ended on the same chapter Quirrell was defeated, I decided to keep what happened after Quirrell was defeated and the rest of the story until the next chapter.