Tanya swung her wand from side to side in her hands as she read under her breath. "Anyone who used an Unforgivable Curse on another person will be sentenced to life in Azkaban without the possibility of parole " Scrolling her finger down the page Tanya found "Imperius , Cruciatus , Avada Kedavra... " Her eyes stopped . on the curses for a few moments before going down a bit more. "A person controlled by the Imperius Curse is capable of many feats that they normally could not, or would not be willing to do, simply by being compelled by the user. This is because the curse bestows upon the victim , while under its effects, the abilities necessary to carry out the task at hand, such as increased physical strength, increased knowledge, or the ability to cast spells well above their level "

Tanya 's face as she replayed in her head: "The one who used an Unforgivable Curse on another person...on another person..."

At that moment Tanya noticed that Professor Quirrell was approaching her table, using the dual-core wand that she had hidden under her robe, she applied a small illusion spell on the book she was reading, turning it into the book of defense against the dark arts of first year.

Tanya noticed the professor's gaze rest on her book for even a second longer than she would like, making her nervous, at that moment the professor's gaze shifted from her book to her eyes, staring into her eyes, as if trying to look deep in her soul, a blandly serious look that reminded her of the one Snape gave her just last week when she was being recruited (forced) to the Quidditch team, that look that brought her a vision of a baby as she held it.

Tanya didn't want to break eye contact, she wanted to be seen as someone to be respected, someone dignified and maybe a bit arrogant who should definitely be in Slytherin, someone with a big pureblood family and who behaved as if she had the world in the palm of her hand thanks to the influence of her parents, as that wasn't really the truth the less evidence there was that she came from some random muggle orphanage the better. However, she feared that fixing her gaze so firmly, so arrogantly and defiantly on the Professor's eyes would cause a repeat of that strange event in which she would swear she saw inside Snape for a few moments .

Burdened with such thoughts and worries as she continued to play with her normal while returning a slightly sharp glare, but which could also be excused as a look of disinterest that masked her inner mind at the professor, Tanya was finally able to relax a bit. when Quirrerll resumed his timid attitude as he broke eye contact and walked away to answer a question a nearby student had.

Tanya looked sideways at the teacher with his big purple turban feeling a strange feeling of familiarity from him that she had not felt before, something on the back of his turban instinctively attracted her gaze, that was a strange feeling, thinking of investigating that topic at another point Tanya undid the illusion on her book and froze instantly.

Written across its pages in a dark and violent stroke that almost seemed to have been written by some supernatural entity was: " Come meet me in front of the forbidden forest at midnight. " Her eyes moved slowly to the back of Quirrell 's turban as a bad premonition seized her.

It was dark at the time, late at night by that point, the trees in the woods cast strange dancing shadows that glided over grass and fallen leaves to the slow rhythm of the wind, moderately far from a cabin, but close enough to in order not to be visible while having a line of sight on anyone heading into the forbidden forest, there was a figure hidden in the darkness invisible to anyone who saw from outside; That dark figure was looking attentively at a person approaching him, that person was Professor Dumbledore illuminated only with a small light produced by his wand. His calm and silent footsteps, his expression unreadable, as he walked slowly and ominously straight towards the figure that shouldn't be visible to anyone exiting the castle, yet the headmaster figure seemed to have no trouble knowing the figure's position.

The hooded figure showed an iota of doubt as he slowly brought his hand closer to where his wand should be kept, but the hooded figure stopped short and, as if he had assessed the situation, deciding that the headmaster was not a threat that warranted taking out his wand; The figure resumed a neutral posture waiting for the director who turned off his wand light halfway advancing only illuminated by moonlight.

Dumbledore stood just at the edge of the shadows cast by the trees, looking down at the shadowy figure with analytical eyes .

The hooded figure slowly lowered the hood of his, revealing Quirrell with a serious face and his purple turban as tight as ever.

"I have to admit." The Defense Against the Dark Arts professor began. "Your illusion deceived me for a moment Tanya."

The headmaster's eyes narrowed to almost slits, his slitlike pupils swallowing all the light, and at that moment Dumbledore plunged into the cover of darkness, in such a way that anyone watching from the castle at that moment now couldn't see what was going on there, and after disappearing into the darkness, there was no longer a Dumbledore in that place.

Tanya moved further into the shadows toward Quirrell before dropping the illusion to make sure no one would have seen her illusion. "Well, there goes any advantage I might have in this match." Tanya thought .

Looking sharply at Quirrell , Tanya spoke.

"Good night professor, I have to notice that your "stammer" has disappeared, I suppose that magic really is capable of anything."

Giving a small wry smile, Tanya began to walk around the professor in a perfectly circular motion, always 3 meters from the unknown threat.

"Now Professor, could you tell me why I shouldn't turn my illusion of the director into the director in the flesh? I imagine losing the job would be the best outcome you can hope for in that case."

Without taking her gaze from the professor who didn't bother to return his gaze, Tanya didn't loosen her grip on her wand as she made sure to keep reaction distance. Enough to give her a choice of flight or attack, she slowed her walk as she found herself facing the professor's back, weighing in her mind all the curses she had managed to reliably learn as well as the risky ones she hadn't tried at all. even and those of which she only knew the theory.

"Adava Kedavra."

Tanya 's heart froze for a second when she heard the killing curse being uttered, her senses went to 1000% but no green beam came out from under the professor cloth and she was pretty sure those words were uttered by Quirrell's voice, she had been shocked. She had ensured in advance that no one else was nearby via a mana detection spell and aside from Quirrell's unusual dual magical signature there was no one else in that place.

"It's what you're considering right now, or am I wrong?" Quirrell turned around with a big evil smile on his face that caused revulsion and disgust within Tanya.

She thought for a second before answering with a flat tone. "Professor, even if I thought about that, what first year student knows how to perform such a curse?" Tanya continued with her slow walk around the teacher even more attentive than before if that was even possible.

"None, of course no normal student would know, but things would be different if, for example, a reincarnated dark magician was disgust as a first year student."

Tanya's eyes twitched slightly for just a fraction of a second before she returned to a defiant neutral expression on her face.

"Professor, I don't know what you're talking about, there's no one like that in this school that I know of."

Quirrell chuckled a little.

"Hum, a first year, for example an orphan girl who lived in a Muggle orphanage for 11 years before coming into contact with the wizarding world for the first time, who never heard of magic, who doesn't master illusions like anyone else, who is unable to use unspoken magic and who doesn't use magic that even I don't know about, there are many first years who are like this with but not Tanya Smith, Tanya Smith has knowledge and abilities that someone like Tanya Smith shouldn't have."

Tanya continued to circle around him without taking her eyes off the professor who didn't seem interested in keeping his eyes on Tanya or making constant eye contact.

"magic that even you don't know, Who would you be precisely?

Quirrell seemed to think for a few seconds as he muttered something under his breath to himself before answering.

"I'm Quirrell, a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor and someone quite interested in living after death."

Tanya stopped and looked Quirrell in the eye, he looked back at her, but Tanya noticed that he wasn't really looking into her eyes directly, but close enough that it seemed that way in the middle of the darkness, she walked again thinking for a few moments.

Tanya was unable to decide if he was lying or telling the truth, however, someone so cryptic and mysterious, someone posing as someone weak, would this guy say the true about his goals? no, there was something else, what is the goal of someone who wants to appear weak? Why Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor? Remembering the times when she had taken advantage of her appearance to lower her enemies guard, she guessed that Quirrell was someone with something to hide, something that would be frowned upon, persecuted or outright illegal... However she didn't have many clues to pursue, until just this morning she hadn't noticed anything unusual about the professor and only a few moments ago she had discovered his strange double magical signature while searching for more people in the surroundings... Double magical signature.

Tanya stood facing Quirrell 's back once more, eyeing suspiciously at his turban which gave off that all too familiar feel, and she performed a gamble.

"I assume it is in your quest to 'live beyond death' that two people are sharing your body right now."

Silence slowly fell over them as the tension slowly rose, Tanya felt Quirrell 's hand move slowly to where she thought his wand was, in response she raised her wand, waiting for the moment when Quirrell would take his wand to unleash a hell of curses on him, however Quirrell froze halfway before slowly lowering his arm.

"Everyone does what it takes to survive, whether it's pretending to be an innocent girl or a stuttering teacher."

Tanya didn't lower her wand as she answered.

"Why did you call me here?"

Quirrell turned around, his face covered in shadow as he spoke slowly.

"A magician who knows the secrets of reincarnation but who passionately studies the unforgivable curses is a magician from an ancient era who knows old and powerful dark magic but is unaware of modern magic, tell me, the curse you are trying to put with your look on me is it working?"

Tanya clucked audibly as she lowered her wand and resumed her pacing, she hadn't been trying to put a curse with her gaze, but knowledge was a weapon here and she wouldn't waste this misunderstanding, Quirrell seemed to have a smattering knowledge of her situation and he had drawn his own conclusions on this basis. Apparently someone, maybe this Quirrell body mate or Quirrell himself had seen something in her, something that would identify her as someone who had reincarnated, but based on Quirrell's weird attitude this morning he hadn't realized that she had reincarnated before they made sustained eye contact this morning…

Before Tanya could continue her speculations, Quirrell spoke again.

"I called you here to offer you a deal, I will teach you the dark arts that I know, in exchange you will help me with my situation."

Tanya's eyes wandered into the darkness.

"So you're not interested in the magic I know, but you want me to reverse whatever you've done to fulfill your dream of not dying in a non-shared body, in fact I don't imagine that someone seeking immortality is very happy sharing a body, bring something else to the negotiating table if you want my help."

Quirrell stared wordlessly from the shadows into the darkness, the clouds covering the moon, slowly stealing what little light that night.

"I offer you... an alliance."

A toothy grin appeared on Tanya 's face . "Let's make a contract.

Authors note.

Short chapter, sorry.

I'm working in other stuff, but the next chapter is ready so I just need to translate it.

Feel free to review your think about this; I have more to say in the next author note.

Also, here is a warning; next authors note is a long one.

Sincerly;

"See y'all!"

J-More

P.S. I Love to write P.S. at the end of the chapter.