A/n: So here is 10. This was made during 6 consecutive free school periods so... yeah. this is the longest chapter i think I've written. it takes the entire Stone chase scene. so chapter 11 will be the end of the school year.Enjoy and Review

Chapter 10: The Shocking Truth

Midnight came and the four Gryffindors met in the common room. They nodded to each other and prepared to leave through the painting but someone suddenly stood on their way. Neville stupid up from the arm chair in his blue pyjamas. "you're doing it again, aren't you?" as frightened as he looked he stood between them and their way out of the common room.

"erm, No, Neville. don't worry" Ron lied, But Neville wasn't thick. He knew they were Lying.

"yes you are. You're leaving" he said

"Neville… how about you go back to bed, it's getting late, yeah?" Hermione said in an attempt to convince the boy to let them through.

"That's why you can't leave. You'll lose Gryffindor even more points"

"Neville…" Kiba sighed trying to calm the boy

"i can't let you,"

"Neville…"

"I won't let you!"

"NEVILLE!" Kiba shouted as he whipped out his wand from his pocket and pointed it at the boy. The shout was loud enough to possibly wake the entire house but Kiba didn't care. They were wasting precious time, time they couldn't afford to waste like this. "don't make me do this…"

"I'm not scared of you, Kiba" Neville stammered, he raised his fists and tried to suppress any fear he had "I'll… I'll fight y-you!" Kiba was prepared to hex the boy, and was just about to when Hermione swung her wand beside him

"Petrificus Totalus!" she spoke. Neville's entire body tensed up and he stood straight as a pole before falling like one. He didn't move an inch, nor did he blink. Kiba placed his wand behind his ear and watched as Hermione stuffed hers back into her pocket. She began walking and then stopped as turned to the three boys that stared at her, "What?" she said "we can't waste more time. Come on!" Harry quickly covered them all with the cloak and they left the common room.

Walking slowly, so none of them would leave the cloak's cover, and staying ducked so their feet weren't visable, they made their way to the third floor. They slowly approached the locked door behind which the three headed beast waited. "Alohomora" Hermione said pointing her wand at the lock. It clicked and the door swung open, they inched inside slowly and closed the door behind them. "it's asleep"

They threw the cloak off and gawked at the massive creature. They spotted a self playing harp in the corner of the room, which strummed a lovable lullaby. "oh no…" Ron said "look" he pointed at one of the massive paws which rested on the ground, right on the trap door.

"we'll have to move it" Harry said "together" the four grabbed on to the gigantic paw and lifted it off of the trapdoor. Unlike the door, it was unlocked. Harry swung it open and looked down into the dark. "i can't see a thing down there"

"I'll go first," Kiba suggested "I'll tell you if it's safe"

"No. You can't just –" Hermione paused, she frowned and looked confused "is it suddenly much quieter?" she asked

"your right," Ron said "Fluffy stopped snoring… Fluffy stopped snoring!" they all looked behind them, a massive growl emitted from the dogs throats.

'Intruders!' it barked 'What are you doing in here?!'

"jump!" Harry yelled as dropped down into the dark. Kiba followed without another thought as did Hermione after him. Ron flinched, and couldn't get himself to jump but he ended up falling just evading the massive fangs of the middle head.

"Harry what is this?" Ron asked frantically when he landed on the semi soft vines that covered they ground.

"i don't know" Harry replied

"Hermione what is this?!" he asked more frantically when the vines suddenly moved around him and began tieing him down.

"it's Devil's Snare, don't struggle" she replied, she had almost been fully encased in the black vines "it'll only kill you faster of you keep moving"

"kill me faster?! Now i can relax!" Ron shouted, he began throwing his arms about, and tried to wriggle out of the grasp of the devilish plant.

"Ron relax, it'll be fine!" he heard Kiba say from beneath him. And before Ron knew it Hermione disappeared below the vines as well, and shortly after Harry. "Harry! Hermione!" he called after them

"we're fine, Ron. Just calm down" he heard Harry call up to him.

"he's not relaxing" Kiba said "is there a counter for Devil's Snare?" Hermione tapped her foot on the ground and closed her eyes, trying to look for a counter.

"Light!" she said "It hates sunlight" Hermione whipped out her wand and Kiba picked up his from the ground since it had dropped from his ear when they jumped down, they pointed it at the vines and spoke in unison.

"Lumos Solem" The light that emitted from their wand was bright, so bright that Harry didn't dare look directly at it. The vines that were struck by the light retracted and dropped Ron. He fell right through the open space that had formed. Hermione and Kiba lowered their wands as shared a sigh of relief when Ron got up, and assured them that he was fine.

Harry led the way to as they walked through a tight corridor. The water that dripped from the ceiling echoed loudly, and the four children shuddered in the cold. But not for long, they pushed open a giant wooden door and were presented a bright room full of small birds with snowy wings fluttering about. Unlike the corridor behind them it was slightly warm. They crossed the room to the door that stood opposite, half expecting the birds to attack. But they didn't.

They pushed as pulled on the door, they tried unlocking it, exploding it and burning it but it didn't budge, not even an inch. Kiba and Hermione agreed to keep trying while Harry and Ron would search for a key.

"Look, they're keys!" Ron suddenly yelled, it had take a while but they finally realized that there were no birds. They were keys with wings.

"i found a broomstick" Harry exclaimed, "which key did you think it is?"

"it's an old lock, should be a big, rustic key" Kiba called back. Harry squinted as he looked up, he could barely see the roof but spotted a key with a broken wing. He kicked off the ground and flew straight for it. Now however, they other keys reacted. They swarmed around Harry and chased him as he twisted and twirled with his hand outstretched. With another quick twist he grabbed the key and returned to the ground. The others applauded when he did and quickly put the key in the lock, twisted it and pushed the door open.

The room they entered was covered in statues. Either broken pieces or compete ones on a black and white flooring. A single hole in the roof illuminated it all for them. "guys, i think this is a chessboard" Ron said stepping over to a big black statue that stood by them. It moved and Ron scratched his head. He returned to the others and frowned "we have to play our way across. Giant Wizards Chess"

Ron was gifted at chess, but this was giant and there were pieces missing. "we will have to replace some of the pieces" Ron said "Harry, you'll be the right hand bishop and Hermione you'll be the tower on the far left" the two nodded and took their positions. "Kiba you'll be the king, make sure you tell me if someone is checking you. As for myself, I'll be a knight" Ron climbed onto the black horse and a white pawn moved.

Ron was in his element. The black pieces were completely under his control, and all the while he was keeping Hermione, Kiba and Harry safe from harm. Kiba had a bleeding wound on his arm from a piece of rubble that hit him when the white Queen viciously destroyed a black pawn. Everything seemed to be going well until Ron got stuck, even chess newbies could see he wasn't far from checking the King indefinitely but he frowned and then gulped. "i have to let her take me…" he said

"No!" Hermione and Harry shouted,

"it's the only way!"

"think of something else!" Kiba yelled

"if i let her take me, then Harry can take her and checkmate the King" Ron explained. He told the horse to move and it obeyed, "don't interfere!" Ron yelled when Kiba retrieved his wand from behind his ear. "if you attack, it's automatic forfeit" The Horse came to a stop and the Merciless White Queen didn't hesitate, it moved towards Ron and swung her blade. The Horse blew to pieces and Ron slid across the floor, the Queen picked him up and hurdled him across the room to the broken black pieces.

"Ron!" Hermione cried out. She wanted to run to him but stopped on Harry's command, they were after all still paying. Harry moved towards the Queen who reluctantly left the board and watched from the sidelines.

"Checkmate!" Harry said which caused all the remaining white figures to drop their swords. In addition the King removed his crown and dropped it. Game over. The door clicked and opened behind the white pieces but Hermione ran straight for Ron, as did Harry. Kiba stepped towards the white pieces which all hung their heads low, he pointed his wand at the White Queen. He wanted to Hex her, hurt her. He wanted her to pay for what she did to Ron… but no appropriate spell came to his mind. He lowered his wand and clenched his fists in frustration…

"AAAARRGGGGHHH!" he flourished his wand at the Queen with a massive roar of frustration and anger. In that same moment the Queen blew into a million pieces which bolted across the room hurting or even destroying other chess pieces. Hermione and Harry's eyes widened at the sudden noise, and realized who had caused it. Kiba could only stare at his outstretched hand which held his wand, and the power that he had just witnessed… his power. Hermione suddenly grabbed his hand and slowly moved him away from the pieces and into the next room. Which also posed the next potentially life threatening obstacle.. a table full of differently shaped glasses which held varied substances.

Harry approached the door and opened it while Hermione and Kiba checked the vials "Guys, the door is – WOAH!" Harry entered the next room as as soon as he tried to turn back a Huge black fire engulfed the door. Harry stumbled backwards, suddenly cut off from the others.

"Harry! Are you okay?" Kiba yelled through the Black fire

"I'm fine," Harry replied, he turned and saw a long staircase leading further down underground. "there's something down there…"

"wait there, we'll find a way to get through!" Hermione yelled "there should be a Black Fire Potion among these…"

"i can tell you, it's not this one" Kiba said pointing at a tall slender glass filled with a green and black substance "this is the death potion…"

Hermione walked from vial to vial, checking out each glass and the substance therein. "it has to be this one, if we take the volume of each glass and compare them they are all similarly full… except this one. This one is atleast missing a healthy chug" she said

"Great," Kiba said snatching the glass,

"Wait!" Hermione yelled trying to stop him but it was to late, the glass had reached Kiba's lips add he took a big sip.

"you should never second guess, i trust your first intuition" Kiba said.

'at least he didn't fall straight to the floor and die..' Hermione thought. She crossed her fingers and Kiba approached the fire, he stretched out his left have touched it. He smiled add walked through it without as much as a scratch,

"Hermione, get back to Ron. take him to the hospital wing, and keep an eye out for Dumbledore. Tell him... everything" Kiba called through the fire.

"Okay," Hermione replied "be careful…" Hermione sighed and returned to Ron, who was now awake and still breathing. Kiba ran down the stairs, as quickly as he could. He reached Harry's side in the seemingly last room, it looked allot like a classroom with another set of stairs leading a little further down into it. In the middle of the room stood a Mirror, and a man. It was the turban wearing, babbling idiot Quirrell, only he wasn't babbling, or stuttering.. his expression was stern as he faced them.

"you kids," he muttered "always bringing friends!" Kiba reached for his wand but before he knew it he was dragged down to the ground by the weight of heavy metal chains.

"Kiba! Let him go!" Harry shouted as her tried to pull the chains off of Kiba "why are you doing this?"

"you see Potter, you were never in danger from Severus. In fact, i would have succeeded in killing you had he not protected you" Quirrell hissed

"so you jinxed my broom?" Harry asked narrowing his eyes

"ahhhh, right you are, Potter!" Quirrel smirked "and i would have succeeded had it not been for Snape muttering his counter curse. Or your Mudblood friend setting his robes on fire"

Kiba listened but was struggling to fight the chains, they were fighting around his neck and were sure to crush his bones at any moment. "the final barrier, add they say, is always the trickiest…" Quirrell muttered "but when we figure it out, and when we are finished. That fool Dumbledore won't have a clue, we won't leave a trace"

"we..?" Kiba said under his breath add he tried to straighten his body out, which proved difficult. Quirrel turned back to the refined mirror in its folder framing and looked at the chained boy through the reflection.

"yes, you see, young Scamander. My Master and I are one, he's always been at my side, and i will not fail him" Quirrell said

"you will, because you're a weakling, you dang prick" Kiba muttered. The chains tightened around his body further and he grunted in pain, Quirrell looked at him over his shoulder and smiled.

"stop playing and get the stone!" a voice hissed from seemingly nowhere and Quirrell's smile disappeared.

"Y-Yes my Lord" Quirrell stammered and turned back to the mirror. Harry was still desperately trying to remove the chains from Kiba but to no avail, the wouldn't budge, no matter what. Kiba gasped for air as the chains pressed down on his chest and throat. "Potter!" Quirrel shouted with an extended have towards Harry "Come here!"

"he's dieing.. Let him go!" Harry yelled back

"come here! Or I'll kill him now"

"let the boy go!" the unrecognizable voice hissed again, Quirrell frowned but obeyed. With a swift hand motion the chains released Kiba and he coughed and spluttered over the stone floor as he gasped for air. Harry wanted to run over to him, but his feet directed him elsewhere. Quirrell forced Harry in front of the mirror, Kiba was on the edge atop the stairs looking at the backs of their heads as he clung on to consciousness. He saw his wand on the stairs just two arm lengths away.

"look, Potter. Look!" Quirrell said stepping aside "what do you see Potter?" Kiba slowly and quietly crawled towards his wand in an attempt to attack Quirrell but the chilling voice returned.

"the boy's wand. Quirrell!" it hissed hastily,

"yes, master" he turned and snapped his fingers. Kiba made a lounge forward and almost had his wand butt it moved and flew right into Quirrells hand, Kiba tumbled down the remaining few stairs and landed on his back. Her turned over and got onto all fours and coughed up some blood.

"you fool!" Quirrel grabbed his hand with both hands as the voice spoke again "i told you not to harm the boy!" Quirrell let out a ear piercing scream and then turned to Harry again once he had regained his composure. Kiba slowly and steadily got to his feet and leaned against a nearby pillar for support. He cursed under his breath and slowly made his way to Harry, who stood silently stareing into the mirror.

"Scamander, what do you see? Tell me!" Quirrell whispered into his ear. Kiba looked into the exceptionally clean mirror and saw, himself. And he saw Harry, and Quirrell behind them. How was a plain mirror the last barrier? He looked up and read the inscription on the Mirrors frame.

"Erised stra ehru oyt ube cafru oyt on wohsi" he muttered "the Mirror of Erised…"

"yes, now what do you see?" Quirrel whispered as he placed his hands on Kiba's shoulders. Kiba looked back into the mirror and saw Harry's reflection, smiling and Dancing, and his reflection soon joined in.

'how is this..? Harry is still next to me…'

He saw Harry take something out of his pocket and tossed it to Kiba, it was a red stone. Kiba had a hunch at what kind of stone it was. "Tell me Boy!"

"I-I…" Kiba stammered, sounding like Quirrell used. He had to think of something fast, it didn't look like Harry was going to say anything soon. "I'm a Hogwarts Professor. I'm taking up the post of Headmaster and Dumbledore is shaking me hand and giving me his blessing. And.." Kiba said

"Yes, and?" Quirrell pushed

"I'm a War Hero" Kiba added. Quirrell looked at him suspiciously. Meanwhile, their reflections had stopped dancing and throwing the stone. Instead it was in Harry's hand, and he placed it in his pocket. Kiba looked at Harry's pockets and saw a small bulge in his right pocket. Did Harry have the Stone?

"Use Potter!" the voice hissed, Kiba now realized it came from Quirrell and not from behind the Mirror as he had suspected.

"Potter! What do you see?" Quirrell asked moving his hands to Harry's shoulders.

"I've won the Quidditch Cup… I'm shaking hands with Dumbledore, he's awarding Gryffindor the house cup" Harry replied, but Kiba saw him feeling his pocket. He was sure they had seen the same thing.

"He lies!" the voice hissed violently "let me speak to them, face to face"

"But, Master! You are still weak! I'll find the Stone soon enough, please!"

"Release me, Quirrell!"

Kiba's stomach was lurching violently inside of him. It was like it had been sliced and its acid had spilt all over inside. He felt deathly nauseous as he saw Quirrell unwind his turban through the mirror. Harry had moved further away but he looked just as shocked. Maybe even more. Quirrell unwrapped and pulled, gradually removing his headwear. The Professor's turban fell to the ground and showed what it had been hiding for all this time, and it was horrifying. Through the mirror, Kiba could see a face on the back of Quirrell's bald head. A horrid face. A vile, disgusting, loathsome face. It was the stuff of nightmares. It had a chalky-white tone, with worn out skin. Its eyes red with serpentine slits inside of them. And the most distinguishing feature that this face did not have was a nose. Instead, it had small slits, like a Snake.

"How good to see you again," the face spoke "Harry Potter!" it said Harry's name with disgust on a level that Kiba had never seen. "and how good to finally meet you properly, Kiba Scamander"

"You…" Harry whispered

"Yes, Harry. Here i am, and look what you did to me. All those years ago" the pale face spoke "you left me scared, and deformed. I had to live off of others for ten years" Harry was motionless and then the head turned to Kiba whi was trying to walk away slowly. "don't try to run from me, Kiba. Come here, now…"

Kiba could feel his blood freeze inside his veins, and he slowly turned back to the face. His eyes twitched as he looked directly into the red Snakelike eyes of His. He could feel his soul being tarnished, twisted and turned at mere eye contact.

"do you know who i am?"

"You're… Voldemort" Kiba replied looking down at his feet.

"Hah. I knew the old fool could never rid the world of my name. Wizards should tremble at its mere mention.. but you. You are different, aren't you Kiba?" Voldemort said "you are stronger, better.. purer then the others"

"i know that"

"of course you so!" Voldemort smiled with his lipless mouth and revealed his ugly, yellow teeth "Do you know what blood pulses through your vein? Do you even understand what it means for you? Join me, and i can reveal to you, what your destiny is. I can show you power, power which is rightfully yours!" Kiba's eyes widened. The most dangerous dark wizard was recruiting him, and he knows who he is.

"Why?"

"how very like you… your mother asked the same before she joined me and my cause" Voldemort replied "i know who you are, and what you desire most… and i can give you everything" Kiba looked up at Voldemort's heinous face "all you have to do, it's bring me the stone" Kiba took a few steps towards Quirrell and Voldemort, who chuckled slightly. "Quirrell, his wand"

Quirrell reluctantly gave Kiba his wand add he took it. He turned and pointed it at Harry. "Harry, the stone" he said as he approached him.

"Kiba… no…" Harry whispered. Had Kiba just betrayed him? And Hermione? And Dumbledore too?

"the stone!" Kiba said more forcibly. Harry reached into his pocket and retrieved the stone. "The key to immortality…" Kiba whispered, placing his hand on the stone. He looked into Harry's eyes.

"Yes, Kiba. Bring it to me!" Voldemort hissed. Kiba turned his head towards him and frowned.

"No."

"Alarte Acendare" with a quick flick of his wand Kiba sent Quirrell flying high up until he hit the ceiling, after which he dropped back down. Kiba and Harry tried to run but something pulled Kiba back. He flew right into Quirrells grasp, who held him by his throat.

"LEAVE HIM, HE'S IMPORTANT. JUST GET THE STONE!" Voldemort shouted, Quirrell tossed Kiba behind him and sent him crashing through the mirror, resulting in several cuts on Kiba's body. He was dazed as struggled to stand back up as pieces of shattered mirror glass pierced into his hands and knees. He heard Harry scream and saw Quirrell on top of him, Kiba walked towards them unsteadily and then heard Quirrell scream in agony. Kiba stopped and leaned against a pillar for support and aimed his wand. But he was unable to focus, he watched as Quirrell's hand began dissolving. "THE STONE!"

Harry lunged forward and pressed his hands against Quirrell's face, he screamed and struggled to break free. He used his still dissolving right hand to push Harry away, which serve Harry flying into a nearby pillar. He flopped to the ground and remained motionless and the stone dropped beside him. Kiba almost puked when he looked back at Quirrell, his eye had popped out of its socket and the skin was peeling off of his cheek bones. Kiba raised his wand once more and uttered the first spell that came to his mind.

"EXPULSO!" next that Kiba knew, Quirrell's entire body was annihilated, sending dust everywhere. His robes fell to the ground and released more dust which was trapped inside. Kiba was still shaky and his knees buckled which send him down into them. Kiba couldn't believe what he had done, he had become a Murderer. He took his wand and he killed Quirrell with it…

It suddenly felt hard to breathe, Kiba chest tightened add his head felt heavy.He dropped to his palms as grunted in pain, he felt something.. in his stomach. He grunted once more and his breath grew heavily he placed his left hand on his stomach but it didn't help. He fell to the side add rolled into his back, clutching his stomach tightly with both hands. Something was ripping inside him. He closed his eyes and took deep breaths, he tried not to think about the murder but it didn't help. The Pain didn't stop, and the tearing continued. He didn't mean to kill him, but he had to protect Harry, and the stone. Kiba could suddenly feel his consciousness slipping 'I'm so sorry…' the pain had begun numbing but Kiba couldn't move anymore. The faces and names of his friends flashed through his minds. He realized that Faye would never know how, or why he died. He would never see Hermione again, "I'm sorry," and how he never properly apologized to them for the things he had done. "Hermione… -" His consciousness faded and the ruins ceiling turned black as his eyes fell shut… 'is this… my end?'

'Fresh blood… Pure blood...'

'My… Blood'