Harry's POV

"You!" I gasped at Quirrell

His face twisted into a very evil smile as Y/N scowled at the man.

"I should have known" I heard Y/N whisper.

"Me." He said calmly. "I wondered when I'd be meeting you here, Potter. Didn't expect L/N to be with you."

"But I thought Snape." I said.

"Severus?" The purple turbaned man laughed, not even stuttering like he normally was. "He does seem like the type, doesn't he? So useful to have swooping around like an overgrown bat. Next to him, who would suspect p-p-poor st-stuttering P-Professor Quirrell?"

But how? Snape was always acting like it. He was truly acting evil.

"But Snape tried to kill me!" I shouted.

"No, no, no. I tried to kill you." He replied. "L/N here and his little girlfriend Miss Granger knocked me over as they rushed to set fire to Snape at that Quidditch match. They broke my eye contact off you. A few more seconds and I'd have gotten you off that broom. I'd have managed it before then if Snape hadn't been muttering a counter-curse trying to save you."

I was extremely surprised at this revelation.

"Snape was trying to save me?"

"Of course." Quirrell continued. "It was a waste of time and Dumbledore was always around watching, even after the troll i set loose."

"YOU F*CKING BASTARD. YOU LET THAT MONSTER NEARLY KILL ME AND MY BEST FRIEND." Y/N shouted, I could see the hatred in his eyes.

Quirrell snapped his fingers and ropes sprang out and wrapped themselves around the both of us. "You're both too nosy to live. Scurrying around the school on Halloween like that, for all I knew you'd seen me coming to look at what's guarding the stone. I have a gift with trolls you see, you saw the troll in the bathroom. Snape had already suspected me, went straight to the third floor to head me off and not only did my troll fail to kill you, Potter, but that damn dog didn't even manage to bite off Snape's leg properly." He continued to talk about his plan.

"That dogs name is Fluffy you bastard." Y/N replied to the purple turbaned man.

"Oh L/N, my master will be very pleased to see you." He said with an evil smile on his face. "He's been looking forward to it for quite sometime."

"Why? I'm nothing of importance." Y/N replied.

"Oh L/N, you are more of importance than you'll ever know. It's no wonder the Dark Lord has taken such an interest in you." Quirrell replied.

"Now shut up both of you." Quirrell commanded. "I must examine this interesting mirror.

It was only then that I realized what was behind Quirrell. It was the Mirror Of Eresed.

Y/Ns POV

"This mirror is the key to finding the Stone." Quirrell muttered. "Trust Dumbledore to come up with something like this.....but he's in London.....I'll be far away by the time he gets back."

We needed to get Quirrell to stop concentrating on the mirror but how?

Then it came to me, I looked over at Harry and we both nodded. Indicating that we had the same thoughts.

We had to keep him talking.

"Snape was always onto me, trying to find out how far I had gotten. He suspected me all along. Tried to frighten me—as though he could, when I had Lord Voldemort on my side."

Quirrell then came back from behind the mirror and stared zealously into it.

"I see the Stone....I'm presenting it to my master...but where is it?"

Me and Harry both continued to struggle with the ropes that were binding us but to no avail. We had to keep Quirrell talking, whatever it takes.

"But Snape always seemed to hate me so much, Y/N also." Harry said. Which thankfully grabbed his attention.

"Oh, he does." Quirrell began. "Heavens yes. He was at Hogwarts with both of your fathers, didn't you know? They hated Snape and those feelings were mutual. But he never wanted you dead."

"I just stared at him with an unfriendly glare. I can't believe we didn't suspect Quirrell to be the real thief. I always knew he appeared sketchy.

"But a few days ago, I heard you sobbing—I thought Snape was threatening you...."

I could see the smirk wiping off Quirrell's face and changing into a look of fear.

"Sometimes." He said. "I find it hard to follow my masters instructions, he is a great wizard and I am weak."

"Voldemort a great wizard?" I started to snicker. "He got beaten by Harry when he was an infant! And you say he's a great wizard?" Don't make me laugh."

"Shut up L/N!!" Quirrell snapped.

"You mean he was in the classroom with you?" Harry asked.

"He is with me everywhere I go." Quirrell said quietly. "I met him when I traveled around the world. A foolish young man I was then, full of ridiculous ideas about good and evil. Lord Voldemort showed me how wrong I was. There is no good and evil, there is only power, and those who are too weak to seek it....Since then, I have served him faithfully, although I have let him down many times. He has been very hard on me."

"He does not forgive mistakes very easily. When I failed to steal the Stone from Gringotts, he was most displeased. He punished me.....decided he would have to keep a closer watch on me......"

Quirrell cursed under his breathe.

"I don't understand....is the Stone inside the mirror? Should I break it?"

We needed to find the Stone before Quirrell did.

Maybe if I looked into the mirror, I could see myself finding it—- I could maybe see where it's hidden!

I went to edge myself to the left, trying to get in front of the glass without Quirrell noticing what I was doing.

"What does the mirror do? Help me master!" Quirrell shouted.

What came next was an unseen, yet haunting voice. The voice appeared to be coming from Quirrell itself.

"Use them." The voice called out.

We turned our heads around to try to find the source of the voice, but we failed to find the source.

"Which one master?" Quirrell asked looking very frightened.

"Anyone will do. Just get on with it!" The voice roared louder.

"L/N come here now!" Quirrell called out.

I walked down the stairs and made my way towards the mirror.

When I looked inside the mirror, I saw myself, until somebody else appeared. Which revealed the same image that I saw on Christmas.

Older me. Except this time, he was standing next to me instead of in front of me as well as smiling.

He looked to his right and the same older Hermione came into the picture holding the same little girl that I saw on Christmas in her arms.

They both joined together and stood behind me. As older me put his hand on my shoulder, he turned to Hermione and nodded.

Older Hermione then reached into her pocket and gave the little girl a glimmering blood red ruby.

The Philosophers Stone.

The little girl then placed the stone in my reflections jacket pocket. I felt something drop into my pocket in reality as I stared back at the mirror.

Older Hermione then smiled and winked at me before she and the others went away.

"What is it?" A pissed off Quirrell asked. "What did you see."

I have to lie, I just need to lie about what I saw.

"I see myself standing with two people, my parents." I said. It wasn't necessarily a lie, because I saw both of them the first time I looked into the mirror, but I'm not going to let him know about the other thing.

"Get out of the way!" Quirrell shouted which made me scowl.

"Now you Potter!" He shouted.

When Harry made his way over to the mirror, I mouthed the words

I have the stone. Which made us both grin.

Harry then looked in the mirror and began to stare at it while Quirrell waited impatiently.

"Potter! What did you see?" Quirrell asked again.

"I-I'm shaking hands with Dumbledore, I've won the House Cup."

"THEY LIE." That same unseen and unsettling voice came from nowhere.

"TELL THE TRUTH!" Quirrell yelled at Harry "WHAT DO YOU SEE?"

"Let me speak to them."

Harry backed away slowly as Quirrell spoke aloud. "Master you are not strong enough."

"I have enough strength for this."

Quirrell then put his hands on his turban and started to unwrap it. Harry walked backwards until he was right next to me. Quirrell continued to unwrap the turban, but it continued to cover the back of his head. Eventually, when he did move it out of the way, it revealed probably the most strangest thing I have ever seen.

A pale, bloodless face was on the back of Quirrells head. It was the most terrible thing I have ever seen.

A/N: Still creeps the hell out of me to this day.

"Harry Potter, Y/N L/N." The face said. "We meet again at last."

"Voldemort!" Me and Harry both said at the same time.

Wow, I'm not one to judge people but holy s*it this face is horrendous.

"Yes, you see what I've become? See what I must do to survive? Live off another, a mere parasite. Unicorn blood can sustain me, but it cannot give me a body of my own. But there is something that can, something that, conveniently enough lies in your pocket."

F*ck

"Run!" Harry yelled

"Stop them." The voice commanded Quirrell, who snapped his fingers and made walls of fire to block all of the exits, trapping us.

"Don't be fools boys!" Voldemort yelled. "Why suffer such a horrific death when you can join me and live?!"

"NEVER!!" We both shouted in unison.

"Bravery." He scoffed. "How touching, I always value bravery." He said as he turned to Harry. "Yes boy your parents were brave.....I killed your father first; and he put up a courageous fight.....but your mother needn't have died.....she was trying to protect you.....

"Tell me, would you like to see them again? Together we can bring them back." Voldemort said.

I saw the faces of Harry's parents in the mirror. They shook their heads telling me to refuse.

"All I ask is for something in return." I put my hand in my pocket to check and see if I still had the stone. Sure enough, it was still there. I pulled the glistening ruby out of my pocket, looking at it as Voldemort beamed.

"That's it Y/N, there is no good and evil. There is only power, and those who are too weak to see it. Together we can do extraordinary things. I just need the Stone!"

Harry's parents faded from the mirror as I turned to Harry. Deciding quickly, I put the stone back in my pocket and took out my wand.

"F*ck you." I said.

"You'd kill us the second you laid your hands on it!!" Harry shouted.

"Kill them, Kill them now!" Voldemort shouted.

Quirrell obeyed his masters orders and flew to us, grabbing us both by our wrists.

As he did this, a sharp pain scorched across my head, as if I had a scar myself. It was an agonizing pain that felt like my head was about to split in two. I looked over to Harry and noticed that he was also struggling.

To my surprise, Quirrell had let go of me and the pain subsided. I looked over to see Quirrell hunching in pain, his fingers were blistering right before his eyes.

"SEIZE THEM! SEIZE THEM!" Voldemort shouted. Quirrell lunged at Harry trying to grab him. But before he could do that, I jumped at Quirrell knocking him off his feet. He tried to escape my clutch but I kept my hands firmly on his wrists which was burning him.

"Master, I can not get him— my hands!"

Eventually, Quirrell managed to lunge out my grasp and looked down at his hands. They looked scorched, like he had suffered a third degree burn.

"Then kill them fool, and be done!" Voldemort screeched.

Quirrell rose his hands and looked like he was about to perform some sort of curse on me. I dove out of the way as his spell hit a pillar in the chamber. I dove on top of Quirrell and punched him square in the face. As Quirrell raised his wand again, I was pushed out of the way by Harry while he reached up and grabbed Quirrell's face.

"AAAAARGH!"

Quirrell's face was blistering. He couldn't touch us, at least not without suffering a great amount of pain.

We needed to keep ahold of Quirrell. Give him enough pain for him to not use a curse.

Harry then jumped on his feet, caught Quirrell on the arm, and held on as tight as he could. I could hear Quirrell's shrieks of pain as well as Voldemort's yells of "KILL HIM!!, KILL HIM!!"

I fell to the ground as everything went black.

A/N: So happy to be almost done with Philosophers Stone.