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Six Years Earlier – the Power of Acting

Place: Hogwarts, room on the 3rd-floor corridor.
Time: End of Harry's 1st year.

Harry looked at three-headed dog, guarding the trapdoor.
He put Hagrid's flute to his lips and blew. It wasn't really a tune, but from the first note the beast's eyes... lit up with excitement.

Its middle head cleared its throat and looked left and then right.
The other two heads licked their lips and nodded.
Then all three began to howl in unison.

It was not like an ordinary dog howl; there different voices were clearly distinguishable.
The voices rose and fell, singing three variations of the same tune.

There was something hypnotically sedative about this song.

Hermione yawned.
Ron sighed and muttered, "I'm so tired."
Harry tried to remember what they were doing in this remote part of the castle but decided that it doesn't matter.

In a minute all three of them were fast asleep.

Good night, kids.
Don't worry; Hogwarts' house-elfs will transport you to your respective beds.
So that you don't get in the way of grown-ups.
Today is the day when grown-up wizards have fun!
===o===o===o===o===o===
Meanwhile, in a faraway chamber…

Quirrell cursed under his breath.
"I don't understand... is the Stone inside the mirror? Should I break it?"

"Let me look," the voice inside his head spoke, "Let me look into the Mirror."

Quirrell turned and unwound his ugly turban.
The ugly and sinister face appeared on the back of his head.

And the ugly, sinister and hoarse voice hissed,
- Mirror of Erised, the noble heir of Slytherin commands you to reveal your secret!

A wave of small ripples ran across the surface of the mirror.
And from it the ugly, sinister, haughty and ignoble face of Salazar Slytherin looked back at Lord Voldemort.

"Tom Marvolo Riddle," the voice, coming from the Mirror, was silky, mellifluous and irresistibly persuasive,
- I hast seen thy heart and it is mineth.
- I hast seen thy dreams and I hast seen thy fears.
- Forswear that orb of ephemeral subsistence and cometh to the realm of the Great Beyond!
- We shall ruleth it togeth'r as equals.
- Cometh hither, scion of mineth blood, stepeth into the glass!

(-( I solemnly swear that writing in quasi-Shakespearean English is much more fun than reading Shakespeare! )-)

Quirinus Quirrell took a few steps backward and plunged, Voldemort's face first, into the Mirror.
And neither of them was seen in this world ever again.
===o===o===o===o===o===
The image of Salazar Slytherin faded and disappeared.
Then a strange sound was heard - something between a snort and a slurp.
As if the Mirror has successfully swallowed and digested something tasty.

"No need to hide anymore, friends," said Albus Dumbledore, coming out of the corner with his trademark mischievous smile, "Lord Voldemort is now trapped forever inside this inestimable artifact."

From behind the Mirror came a very old wizard, older than Dumbledore.
His smile was very mischievous, mischievouser than Dumbledore's.
It was Nicolas Flamel, the famous alchemist.

Two other wizards stepped forward from other corners – Severus Snape and Rubeus Hagrid, leading a three-headed doggy on a leash.

"Well played, everybody," said Dumbledore,
- You, Severus, were just perfect, pretending to be a petty and biased nitpicker.
- And you, Hagrid…

"I can't believe the kids never realized that I fed them all the clues on purpose," chuckled Hagrid, patting the doggy's heads.

"And you, Nicolas, were truly magnificent in the role of Salazar," said Dumbledore.

"Eh," Flamel sighed, faking sadness,
- When will I ever have another chance to speak some proper English?

Snape, meanwhile, conjured a bottle of wine and four glasses.
Then the wine poured itself into the glasses.
The wizards clinked glasses and exclaimed together,
- Cheers! Cheers! Cheers!

And three dog heads repeated after them,
- Woof! Woof! Woof!

THE END

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