It was Quirrell?
He had the biggest smirk going on him full blast. And his face didn't even look twitching like it usually did. It was scary to see him so confident like that.
"You!" Harry exclaimed. He looked like... well frankly I'm not sure what Harry was thinking. "No! It can't be. Snape... he-"
"Yes, he does seem the type doesn't he?" Quirrell interrupted. His stutter was also gone. "Next to him, who would suspect... p-p-Poor st-stuttering P-Professor Quirrell."
But that can't be right. There's no way. "But that day, during the Quidditch Match. Snape tried to kill Harry." I protested.
"No, Greek Freak. I tried to kill him!" Quirrell corrected.
"Don't you dare call Kassie a Greek Freak." Harry warned.
"And trust me, if Snape's cloak hadn't caught fire and broken my eye contact, I would've succeeded. Even with Snape muttering his little counter curse." Quirrell added.
"Snape was trying to save me?" Harry asked confused still trying to take it all in.
"Why do you think he wanted to referee your next match?" Quirrell asked like it was Common Sense. "A Waste of time if you ask me. I couldn't do anything with Dumbledore there. No matter though. He only delayed the inevitable."
"I-If all that's true, then-" I started to say
"Silence!" Quirrell yelled at me angrily. "You've been quite meddlesome. Sticking your nose in affairs that don't concern you. Just like your Brother, Ethan. And yet you just act like an annoying parasite that I just can't get rid of. Like on Halloween."
That's when it hits for both Harry and I. He was behind everything.
It was Quirrell all along!
"Then you let the Troll in!" Harry accused.
"Very good, Potter. Yes. The only one I couldn't fool unfortunately was Snape. While everyone was running about, he went to the third floor to head me off. Never trusted me again after that." Quirrell explained. "He rarely left me alone. But I'm never truly alone."
"Huh?" I asked. "What do you mean by that?"
But Quirrell had turned to me. "Enough from you! You have no business with us, Miss. Bauer. If you ask me. You should've been left to your fate in Greece to be hanged by your neck and your corpse fed to the crows."
I shutter at the thought of that. I felt like my legs were shivering. I hate the gallows. They're very scary.
"But like I said. You don't even truly belong at Hogwarts. You never did." Quirrell told me. "So I suggest you sit this one out." He snapped his fingers and thin ropes wrapped themselves around me.
"Hey!" I screamed. "Harry, help!"
Harry took out his wand now. "Let her go, Quirrell!" He demanded. But he wasn't in charge of this situation. My heart was pounding again.
But Quirrell was now looking at the mirror. I was a fool. I followed the wrong lead. Oh, I blew it big time. I'm the worst witch ever. "I see what I desire. I see myself holding the Stone. How do I get it? It doesn't show." He thought out loud.
I then hear a hissing sound. Like a snake. "Use the boy." It said.
Quirrell turned. "Come here, Potter! Now!" He ordered. And to prove how serious he was, he transfigured up a sword right at my face.
Harry turned to me. "Alright. I'm coming over." He said. "Just... just don't hurt Kassie."
Quirrell smirked. "A wise decision. You made one fatal mistake, Potter. Bringing the little Greek Pest with you."
"Her name is Kassandra." Harry corrected as he stood next to Quirrell looking into the mirror.
"Now tell me what you see." Quirrell demanded.
I was trying to get myself free from the ropes that Quirrell had tied me up with. It wasn't that bad of a knot. So it was fairly easy to get out of. I didn't tie all the way out though. It would make Quirrell suspicious.
Harry was looking into the mirror. He was feeling for something in his pocket. He gasped. Right there. Right then. I knew what was in there. But how? How did the Stone get into Harry's Pocket?
Quirrell noticed Harry look away only slightly. "What is it? What do you see?" He asked.
Make something up Harry. Make something up.
"I'm shaking hands with Dumbledore. I've won the House Cup." I could tell that Harry was lying by the sudden hesitation in his voice.
"He Lies." I heard the voice whisper again.
Quirrell was getting angry now. "Tell the truth! What did you see?!"
"Let me speak to him." The Voice requested.
"Master you are not strong enough. The Unicorn Blood-" Quirrell tried to say.
So... that's why there were dead Unicorns in that forest. But, what the Centaurs said. Oh no. I think I know who that voice belongs to.
"I have strength enough for this." The Voice told Quirrell.
Quirrell began unwrapping the turban over his head. Please don't let that be who I think it is. Please don't let that be who I think it is. But when Quirrell unwrapped the last layer, it revealed a face, a terrifying one. With Red Eyes, barely a nose. It was almost like looking at the Janus. The God with two heads. Oh no. It is him.
"Harry Potter. We meet again." That Face greeted with no friendliness in his voice.
"Voldemort." Harry gasped.
I have many questions about this. So if Quirrell was at the back of his head the whole time, then how was he able to sleep? I imagine he had to sleep on his side. Otherwise Voldemort would've been suffocated. And Sneezing, or coughing? And how was Voldemort able to breath under that Turban? And Eating? I don't even want to know. I don't say that out loud, of course. I didn't want a target on my back.
"Yes." Voldemort replied. "See what I've become? See what I must do to survive? Live off another. Unicorn Blood can sustain me, but it cannot give me a body of my own. And the Cursed Vaults power is gone. Courtesy of Ethan Bauer. But there is something else that can. Something that, conveniently enough, lies in your pocket."
"Harry, run!" I yelled out.
Harry sprinted towards the exit.
"Stop him!" Voldemort yelled.
Quirrell snapped his fingers again, creating a wall of fire that made Harry get back. Well... at least it wasn't an energy wall.
"Going somewhere so soon?" Voldemort asked. And he had a manipulative voice around him. "Why suffer a horrific death when you can join me and live forever?" He sounded just like Darth Vader when he tried to convince Luke to come to the Dark Side.
And Harry was just as defiant as Luke was. "Never!"
Voldemort laughed very dryly. "Bravery. Your parents had it too. Tell me, Harry, would you like to have them back? Together we can do just that. All I ask is something in return." He offered.
Harry took out the Philosopher's Stone. It was as red as a ruby.
"Harry, no!" I yelled nervously.
"Silence, Girl!" Voldemort hissed. "Your Brother isn't here to protect Hogwarts now, is he?" He taunted.
"But I'm here! And so is Harry!" I shot back.
Voldemort laughed again. "Oh, you stupid girl. Your Brother Ethan barely defeated my Top Lieutenant, Iosef Trotsky. But even in death, Trotsky served me well. Hogwarts is not the pillar of strength everyone thinks it is. It's become weak, old, and vulnerable. Now I am here. And I will tear it down. And all I need is the Stone."
He turned to Harry. "Don't you see, Harry? There is no good and evil, there is only power, and those too weak to seek it. Together, we can do extraordinary things. Just give me the stone!" Voldemort requested.
But Harry could see that I was not as tied as I had been. "You liar!" He yelled. "I would rather die than give you this Stone!"
"Your Proposal has been accepted. Quirrell. Kill him!" Voldemort ordered.
Uh oh.
Quirrell literally flew through the air. He landed right on Harry and began to choke him in the neck.
"Go!" I thought. I got out of the ropes and try to run over to help Harry. But that was when I noticed something was happening to Quirrell. His hand was crumbling like dust. Almost like he had looked into Medusa's eyes. Harry put his hand on Quirrell's arm and it was also crumbling.
I stopped to wonder what was going on. Quirrell screamed in pain, his hand was gone! And his arm was following. "What is this magic?!" He screamed out.
"Um, Harry?" I asked.
"I don't know. But I am not complaining." Harry answered.
"Fool! Get the Stone!" Voldemort ordered Quirrell as I ran over, reached down and grabbed it.
"You want this?" I asked.
"Give it here, you little brat! If you value your pitiful life!" Voldemort roared at me.
"No way." I replied.
"Fine! I need to take revenge for what your brother did to Trotsky, anyway." Voldemort decided. "Kill her! We'll deal with Potter later."
I ran away. But Quirrell was flying towards me. Harry had the touch of death with him. He chased me all around the small room. But I ran over to Harry.
"Leave... her... alone!" Harry yelled. He grabbed Quirrell by the face now. And his face began burning and steaming up. And Crumbling to dust. all over, leaving only his robes behind all that rock dust.
"Um... Harry? Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" I asked.
"I don't know. Are you thinking: Merlin's Beard. Merlin's Beard. I just killed a man with my bare hands. If so, then yes." Harry answered.
Harry then grabbed the stone. "I really thought it was Snape." I commented.
"So did I, Kassie." Harry replied. "Are you okay?" He asked.
"Yes." I answered. "Come on. Let's get out of here." I wanted to get out of this creepy place now.
But that was when I heard a strange noise. I didn't think it would be the wind. And I turned to see a large smoky face that looked like Voldemort charge right at us.
"Kassie look out!" Harry pushed me out of the way, while that wisp of smoke flew straight through Harry and he fell back onto the hard ground. That had to hurt. I ran over to him.
"Harry?" I asked. But Harry's eyes were closed.
The Wisp flew right at me. I screamed out in horror and braced myself, but that was when I could've sworn I saw something else.
It was like a bunch of images had rushed into my head. I saw a Giant Snake. And me tossing a sword to Harry. Then I see, a Dog? He was swimming across the Ocean. And Harry, much older. He was facing a whole bunch of Dementors. And there was more thing. An eye of a Falcon, and a Scale with a Jekyll.
I gasped and looked back up again to see a bunch of Fire Spells being launched at the wisp before it could get to me. The Wisp roared. And I saw Beatrice casting the spells. "Back! Get back!" And the Wisp retreated out of the room.
"Bea?" I asked.
Beatrice ran over to me." Kassie! Are you alright?" She knelt down.
"I'm fine." I answered shakingly. "Beatrice... I saw him." I said. "T-That was Voldemort."
"I figured." Beatrice replied getting me on my feet. "I figured out it was Quirrell who was the real traitor and not Snape. I told Cedric to run and go get Dumbledore."
"Beatrice, I'm sorry. There wasn't time to get to you-" I started to panic a little.
"Let's worry about that later. You're safe and that's what matters." Beatrice assured me not getting mad. "Good thing I got here when I did, though. By the time I reached Fluffy, Ron and Hermione were just coming out. And Ron was unconscious. The Traps were all taken care of, so I had no trouble getting through to here." She explained to me.
"Voldemort was living off of the back of Professor Quirrell. He...he..." I still felt shaky by all that had happened.
"Come on, Kassie." Beatrice grabbed my hand. "We better get back to Dumbledore." She told me. "He'll want to hear this, too."
We both took Harry out of this Dungeon. And I also grabbed the Stone just in case.
"You know what, Beatrice?" I asked as we walked through the doors we came in.
"What's that?" Beatrice asked me.
"Quirrell, he was our Defense Against the Dark Arts Teacher." I said. "I guess there goes one of our Professors."
"Yeah. But we get a different Defense Against the Dark Arts Teacher every year." Beatrice pointed out.
"And to think... all this time, we were being taught by a Dark Wizard." I added.
"Wouldn't be the first time. My sister got taught by Rakepick in her 5th year. Same with Ethan." Beatrice replied. "At least the next year, we got taught by Bill Weasley."
"Bill was a Defense Against the Dark Arts, Professor?" I asked.
"Part time. He also was working for Gringotts. But when his Gringotts career took off, he resigned from his post at the end of the following year. We all knew it was only a temp job." Beatrice answered.