Harry Potter: A Fan Fiction - Volume 1 Chapter 61 Retrieval

The two proceeded forward to winding paths and dark or moonlit tunnels leading down to some unknown place in the castle.

They emerged to a wide space that looked like an ancient roman meeting hall where a man wearing a turban on his head was standing before a big antique mirror with golden frames and ancient runes which Harry recognised as the mirror of Erised.

“Professor Quirrel, tsk. I knew he was a fake.”

The two muttered to themselves.

“Ahhhh there they are. Come. I’ve been waiting for the two of you for a while now.”

*snap*

The whole place became surrounded by blazing fire that prevented safe passage in or out of the hall.

“Are you Voldemort? You are, aren’t you?”

Harry asked, as he massaged the aching iconic scar on his forehead.

“Ssmart boy… Now come!!!”

“Tsss, and why should we follow you?”

Harry lifted his right hand with his wand drawn and fired a green bolt towards Quirellmort who simply waved his hand to flick the spell away from him.

“Ahhh brave. Just like his parentssss. Sssadly bravery issn’t enough becaussse they died because of it!”

Quirellmort lifted both of his hands and the two was lifted from their positions like a hand dragged them up in the air.

“Pathetic!”

Natasha struggled to get free but as the ethereal hand was about to break, she suddenly felt herself moving backwards with great force. She collided with the marble wall and ‘fainted’.

Harry who then managed to free himself fired a petrificus totalus to Quirellmort which managed to hit squarely but was unusually ineffective against the possessed professor. A fart would have been more effective than the petrificus charm he used.

‘Bombarda!’

‘Flippendo!’

‘Encindo!’

‘Encarcerous!’

‘Expelliarmus!’

‘Bombarda duo’

‘Shit! Nothing’s working. What a monster!’

‘fumos’

‘fendfyre!’

‘fendfyre!’

‘fendfyre!’

*booom*

Something exploded and it suddenly went eerily quiet as ash and dust rained down from the explosion. When Harry opened his eyes, Quirellmort was standing in the same spot unscathed like nothing happened.

“Out of gassss?”

He stated softly and eerily with his snaky voice.

“Now its my turn!”

Quirellmort’s appearance suddenly morphed into some kind of hideous demonic fiend with fleshy horns protruding from the side of his temple. His mouth now lined with sharp looking serrated bloody teeth, his hands akin to that of the devil’s itself. A tail swung dangerously behind him looking sharp as a sword.

‘Is that an animagus transformation? What is that creature? Ahhh I’m soo gonna die.’

Harry looked around looking for a way out but only saw Natasha still lying plopped unconscious on the floor. He is an inch from collapsing from too much pressure and fatigue.

*sigh*

‘I guess I really didn’t deserve all that fame after all…’

*bam*

A slap from behind him sent his body rolling forward with great force, his bones are screaming in pain, and blood is dripping down from his mouth and down to the floor.

“Did you really think that young fledglings like you will have a chance against a dark lord like me? You are just mere toys in front of me!”

*shick*

*bam*

“How about you fight with me then. For a change.”

He was stabbed and kicked at the back of his head, he went flying the same direction Harry went to, which is in front of the mirror. The only difference is that when it was his turn, he collided with the mirror instead of landing in front of it.

The mirror fell down to the ground but did not break due to the many enchantments protecting it. Quirellmort on the other hand slowly stood up groaning in pain as he looked towards the place where he was sent flying from by an unknown individual.

A man covered in black armor from head to toe was standing there with an air of confidence, glowing golden balls of fire inside the helmet is the only thing he could make out, and the fluttering cloak behind the man erased the presence of anything it covered, unlike simple invisibility it was more like the shadows themselves chose to hide them from this plane of existence.

Quirellmort then noticed the jet black sword stabbing his right belly. He grabbed the hilt and his hand was immediately stabbed with countless needles before he was electrocuted until he smelled like burning flesh.

‘Ice coffin!’

Light flashed from under Quirellmort before he became encapsulated inside a block of transparent ice and unable to move even a finger.

‘seal’

Rune marks crawled from the shadows towards the block of ice which began to shrink with time until it was the size of a billiard ball. The blue glowing semi transparent sphere flew to the masked figure and landed in his hands. The ball now looked like a normal snow globe with small black tower in the center where Quirellmort is held.

“Speaking of toys… Isn’t this perfect gift for someone’s birthday?”

The man muttered while walking towards Natasha.

“You don’t have to get up right now miss Romanovich. You have done a job well done this time. I will be sure to reward you handsomely.”

The masked figure said before moving towards Harry and taking something out from his pocket where a recieve-transport rune was secretly placed.

“It still has its uses even when it’s incomplete right now.”