YOU'RE MY FAMILY HARRY
Melody is cousin of Harry Potter 'The boy who lived', her mother and father despised anything magical, including the wizarding world.
The day that Harry Potter's parents died something magical happened to Melody. At the exact...
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Melody's pov.
Harry and I walk down along the staircase to an empty room with pillars around it. My breath hitched as I saw The Mirror of Erised is in the middle of the room, and a man is standing before it.
It was Quirrell.
"I knew it," I whispered. Harry yelps grabbing his scar, as I hissed in pain clutching my wrist the symbol appearing once more.
"You?" Harry questions, Quirrell turns around, "No. It can't be, Snape. He was the one."
"Yes. He does seem the type, doesn't he?" Quirrell taunts, "Next to me, who would suspect, p-p-poor s-stuttering Professor Quirrell?"
"B-but, that day, during the Quidditch Match, Snape tried to kill me," Harry spoke up.
"No, dear boy. I tried to kill you!" He chuckles darkly, "And trust me, if Snape's cloak hadn't caught fire and broken my eye contact, I would have succeeded. Even with Snape muttering his little counter-curse."
"Snape was trying to save me?" Harry gasp.
"I knew you were a danger right from the off. Especially after Halloween." Quirrell explains to Harry his voice getting angrier and darker with which each word.
"Th-then you let the troll in."
"Very good Potter, yes. Snape, unfortunately, wasn't fooled." Quirrell roles his eyes, "While everyone else was running to the dungeon, he went to the 3rd floor to head me off. He, of course, never trusted me again. He rarely left me alone." Quirrell turns back to the mirror as Harry's scar hurts and my wrist.
"I had even tried to poison your dear cousin Melody, Potter." Our eyes widen.
"Snape has taken a liking to Melody as she was very talented in the art of potion-making. So it's not only fitting that would poison her with the potion but Snape had personally taken the job of checking each and every single meal for weeks." Quirrell scoffs.
"But he doesn't understand. I'm never alone. Never. Now, what does this mirror do? I see what I desire. I see myself holding the stone. But how do I get it?"
