For a while neither of us said anything as we slowly made our way down the hallway when suddenly Harry winced and rubbed the scar on his forehead.
"Is your head hurting Harry?" Adrian asked.
"Yeah..." Harry mumbled and continued to rub his head.
"Hold on I might have some ibprophen in my pocket." I said as I began to search my pockets.
"No it's fine...it just does that sometimes." Harry said wincing slightly.
"What do you mean it just does that?" Adrian demanded as he stopped to stare at Harry who looked slightly confused.
"I-it just does that sometime...it burns sometimes is all..." Harry mumbled still rubbing the scar.
"Okay, your healthcare is supposed to be better than ours...you should get that looked at." Adrian demanded as we all stopped before yet another door and then looked at each other briefly before stepping inside. Once we were inside, we saw a large room with a sole mirror standing in the middle of the room, and standing before the mirror was Professor Quirrell. Immediately a bad feeling began to form in my stomach as Adrian smiled widely. "Oh hey look! It's Professor Quirrell. Hey...hey Professor..."
"Adrian...don't..." I whispered but he ignored me.
"Hey! Did Hermione send you?" Adrian recoiled as Quirrell turned to face the three of us slowly and the bad feeling that had started to form solidified and hit me like a ton of bricks.
"God damnit..." I whispered as Adrian quickly glanced between Harry and Quirrell and then whispered.
"Why is he lookin at us like the quiet kid who just snapped?" I smirked slightly but gripped my wand a little tighter, nonetheless.
"What do you mean Adrian?" Harry whispered as the three of us stared at the Professor with growing apprehension.
"Cause back home, when you see somebody lookin at you like that...it means you need to hide under the nearest desk." I whispered still not looking away from Quirrell as Harry looked at Quirrell once more.
"But it can't be you..." He said in mild confusion.
"What the fuck are you talking about "it can't be Quirrell." It obviously is Quirrell!" Adrian demanded as he whipped his head around to stare at Harry.
"Is there like some loop we're out of here or...why is he taking off his turban?" I said as panic filtered into me, doubled now that Adrian was panicking as well.
"No, no, no. Is he about to go Super Saiyan? Wait a minute!" Adrain demanded and as the last bit of fabric fell from Professor Quirrell's head and he turned around the apprehension we all felt turned into pure terror as we beheld the face that was stuck to the back of Professor Quirrell's head.
"It's a face-a face..." Adrian muttered as he started hitting my arm.
"Yep...Adrian stop hitting me..." I hissed as I stared at the face intently, not willing to look away from the terrifying sight before me.
"I TOLD THEM HIS TURBAN SNEEZED!" Adrain screamed as he finally stopped hitting my arm and I rolled my eyes and stared at him. "...what?"
"Seriously Adrian...that's what you're concerned about? That you were right about the turban sneezing?" I retorted
"Well...I told them that I'd heard it sneeze..." He hissed back.
"Oh yeah, ya know because that's what's fuckin important right now. Not that there is a man, with two god damn faces, one on each side of his fuckin head, standin in front of us plannin God knows what. But I applaud you for gaining the proof that you were correct in your statement that fuckin turban sneezed!" He glared at me and opened his mouth to reply but what cut off by Harry.
"You two done yet? Because we kind of have a situation here..." He whispered and Adrian shot me one final glare and then nodded and the three of us returned our attention to the two-faced man.
"Professor...I didn't know you had a twin...that's cool..." Adrian said impishly as I bit my lip and fought the urge to laugh as I heard Professor Quirrell sigh audibly.
"He is not my twin Mr. Brown..." He said icily, his stutter was notably missing now.
"It's not your twin..." Adrian murmured quietly as Harry shot me a 'what the fuck is your brother saying' look. I mouthed 'he's nervous' to Harry and shrugged slightly before returning my attention to the man and my brother.
"No Mr. Brown...this is the Dark Lord." Quirrell said in a semi proud semi terrified voice as confusion washed over me and I leaned toward Harry.
"Who's the Dark Lord?" Adrian and I asked in unison, Harry turned to look at me and Adrian.
"You don't know who he is?" Harry asked incredulously.
"No cause we're muggle born...we don't know...is he a politician?" Adrian said, still mildly confused as I shifted slightly, feeling the air in the room become charged with tension.
"The Dark Lord is another name for Lord Voldemort...the blood purist evil wizard who murdered my parents..." Harry said, venom filtering into his voice as he stared at Voldemort's face. My mouth fell open in mild shock.
'So basically...Harry has quite literally come face to face with the last person to see his parents alive...who is coincidentally also the one who killed them...and the evilest wizard of modern times...' I thought to Adrian as the tension in the room built up even more.
"Probably shouldn't have said that we're muggle borns huh?" Adrain muttered to Harry under his breath which pulled a tiny and brief smirk out of Harry before the reality of the situation hit us once again. "Oh...fuck..." Adrian whispered and started to scratch his head absentmindedly. "OH FUCK!" Adrian cried out, causing me and Harry to jump with alarm and look at him.
"Adrian?" I whispered worriedly.
"Harry, Sylvr do you know what this means?" He said mildly excitedly.
"That Professor Quirrell's a bad guy?" Harry offered and I rolled my eyes and fought the urge to smack in the back of the head again.
"Well obviously Quirrell is bad guy, yeah no shit Sherlock..." I muttered
"No...Do you two remember earlier on in this year...when Fred and George charmed snowballs to repeatedly pelt him in the back of the head..." Adrain trailed off as the realization hit me and I immediately doubled over and began cackling insanely as the memory of Quirrell walking through the courtyard with multiple snowballs incessantly pleting him in the back of the head, which I now knew also meant they were pelting Voldemort in the face, popped into my head. Harry smiled for the first time since Voldemort's appearance and even Adrian began to laugh. "If we make it out of this alive...I owe them both a butterbeer..." Adrian said as I tried to compose myself.
"Oh...my...god..." I gasped as I stood upright once more, clutching my side from laughing to hard as Quirrell glared at the three of us.
"You find that funny?"
"Mmmm no...I find that fucking hilarious. The great Lord Voldemort...repeatedly pelted in the face by snowballs that were charmed by a couple of second years...not so great after all eh...not looking so great either there Volde." I snapped. Quirrell raised his wand towards me but Harry and Adrian immediately jumped in front of me wands raised. After a short standoff a raspy voice filtered into the air, emanating from the back of Quirrell's head.
"Let me speak with them." It said and I shivered involuntarily, causing Adrian to reach out behind him and offer me his hand. Smiling despite the situation I reached out and took it, stepping closer to the two of them as Quirrell turned his back to us and once more Voldemort's contorted face was revealed.
"Okay, now he's gonna do the villain thing where he monologues his evil plan..." Adrian whispered and then I felt white hot rage crash through me from Adrian. "Whoa wait, stop. Back, back up...rewind for a second. What do you mean you the troll into the dungeons?" Voldemort/Quirrell stared at him blankly.
"I mean...I was the one that let the troll into the dungeons on Halloween..." they said as Adrian let go of my hand.
"Adrian..." I hissed.
"You're the reason I didn't get any pudding..." Adrian shouted as he started Voldemort/Quirrell, wand raised as he said. "Oh, you better say your prayers to whatever deity you believe in Quirrell...you bout to meet em." Just then Quirrell raised his hand, and Adrian went flying backwards and slammed into the wall, hitting his head and then falling to the floor unconscious.
"ADRIAN!" I screamed and then cried out as Adrian's pain flowed into me through the link and I dropped to one knee blinking rapidly as I fought to remain conscious. I looked around blearily to see that Quirrell was advancing on Harry, murder written on his face. I pushed myself to my feet and raised my wand, but Quirrell, having the advantage of Voldemort in the back of his head, spun around to face me, throwing me against the wall near my brother. The last thing I saw before I gave into the darkness around me was Harry grappling with Quirrell who was screaming in pain.
(A Short Time Later)
I groaned and groggily opened my eyes to see a ceiling above me that was different than the one that had been in the dungeons, for a moment I lay there struggling to remember what had happened. I heard a soft groaning off to my left. "What happened?" Adrian moaned and I turned my head slightly to see that was in the bed beside me. "Are we in the infirmary?" He asked and then gingerly pushed himself up on the bed and looked around. "Syl...what happened?"
"I don't know much...Bastard knocked me out right after he knocked you out..." I mumbled as I pushed myself up in my bed and the two of us looked around and, our eyes landing on a bed across from us where Harry was laying and Dumbledore stood beside him.
"Oh hey Dumbledore...where were you when we were fighting Voldemort?" Adrian asked tiredly as I turned to look at the Headmaster who smiled softly at the two of us.
"Not to worry Mr. And Ms. Brown...Voldemort, through Professor Quirrell, is no longer a threat to you or young Mr. Potter."
"What happened?" I asked.
"Harry turned him into dust..." Harry said sheepishly as Adrian and I looked at each other and then slowly back to Harry and Dumbledore.
"What do you mean Harry dusted him?" Dumbledore smiled softly and went on to explain how he had arrived just in time to pull Quirrell off of Harry and that the effort it took Harry to keep him away from the stone had nearly killed him and that the reason that Quirrell couldn't be touched by Harry was because his mother had died to protect him, and that, being protect by something so good and pure, a mother's love, meant that someone as evil and corrupted as Voldemort couldn't be touched by Harry and that is why Quirrell turned to dust at Harry's touch. He also explained that the tables laden with candy was from our admirers, and then he took a Bertie Botts Every Flavor Jellybean, claiming that toffee would be far safer than the vomit flavored one he'd eaten as a child.
Once he'd popped it into his mouth however, he sighed and said. "Alas... earwax..." and then headed toward the door as Adrian muttered.
"Oh, oh no, yeah great. We fight off Voldemort and you steal our jellybeans...yeah that tracks..."
(At the end of the year fest)
"Draco, shut the fuck up about the house cup. I just...I need to focus so I'm ready when the pudding gets here." Adrain said staring at the table intently waiting for the dessert course to arrive, when it did however there was no pudding in sight. "What the hell? This isn't pudding...you said we were having pudding after dinner!" Adrian said sourly as he turned to the Slytherin beside me.
"Yeah...we are...pudding is just another word for dessert..." The Slytherin said as he stared at Adrain as if this were common knowledge and he couldn't understand why Adrian didn't know this.
"So...there's no...there's no pudding?" Adrian said sadly.
"Afraid not..." The kid replied
"What do you mean there's no pudding..."Adrain said practically crying as I fought down a laugh and gently patted him on the back.
"It'll be okay Aide...I'll get you lots of pudding when we get home okay..."