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[Anthea slowly turns around from the door and Draco and Neville yelling her name. She slowly walks down the stairs. Halfway down, she winces, feeling her scar burn and sees Professor Quirrell standing before the Mirror of Erised.]

Anthea: I knew it. I fucking knew it.

Quirrell: Yes. I was afraid you would figure it out, especially after I tried to get you to think that it was Professor Snape. But you seemed to know that it was p-p-p-poor st-stuttering Professor Quirrell

Anthea: Well, contrary to belief, I'm not that stupid. Well, I always wanted you to think I was quite stupid. Professor Snape, however, after I bested him on the first day of potions, has always believed in me. Never doubted me for a second after that. I think that's why he tried to save me with that counter curse you put on my broom that day during the Quidditch match.

Quirrell: Ah yes. Believe me, if Snape's cloak hadn't caught fire and broken my eye contact, I would have succeeded.

Anthea: [raising an eyebrow at Quirrell] Do you really think that I would have died? I mean, the amount to dangers that I have experienced in the past year, something has been stopping it from killing me, so why do you think that your stupid spell during the Quidditch match would have killed me? Something bigger than all of us is protecting me and I don't think that it like it if they found out that I have died because of some mere...wizard...

"Oh, she knew something was up from the start. This is why you are my favourite Jackson kid," Annabeth tells Anthea causing Percy to object.

"Hey!" Percy exclaims, looking towards at his girlfriend next to him. "I thought I was your favourite Jackson?"

"Eh. Second place. Thea's always been in first since I met her at camp," Annabeth explains.

Quirrell: [yelling] YOU THINK ME A FOOL! THERE IS NO HIGHER POWER! There is only the power he has been able to gift me. Yet, after I let the troll in on Halloween, he never trusted me again. He rarely left me again. [he turns towards the mirror again; Anthea winces as her scar burns again] But he doesn't understand. I'm never alone. Never. [staring into the mirror] Now, what does this mirror do? I see what I desire. I see myself holding the Stone. But how do I get it?

Unseen Inhuman Voice: Use the girl.

[Anthea raises her eyebrow at this.] 'Like fuck will you use me.'

[Quirrell turns to Anthea with a scowl on his face.] 'Come here, Potter'.

Anthea: For the last fucking time! [yelling] IT'S JACKSON!

[Suddenly the room starts to shake, the rock supports that are holding the room together begin to shake, bit to the stone fall off. Quirrell walks over to Anthea in rage before grabbing her arm and dragging her over to the mirror. He lets go of her before stepping a few paces away from her as the room stops shaking.]

"Seriously? What haven't you inherited from dad?" Percy exclaims, turning to look at her sister to see Anthea shrugging her shoulders.

[Usually, Anthea would yell at the person who touched her without her permission. Yet, at this moment of time, Anthea is too focused on the mirror. For a few seconds, she sees her standing next to Quirrell, then his reflection reaches into her pocket and pulls out a gleaming red ruby, the Philosopher's Stone; Anthea stands there with a look of anything but amusement as her reflection smiles and winks, then puts the stone back in its pocket. Anthea feels her pocket and realizes the Stone is really in her pocket but doesn't move her eyes away from the mirror. It then changes to two people walking up behind her. Percy stands to her right, his hand in hers. The woman is Sally. She stands behind Anthea before she puts her hand on Anthea's shoulder. The man, however, his face is blurred. She doesn't recognise him. He puts his hand on Percy's shoulder and she assumes he is smiling down at the two.]