I’m Harry Potter - Chapter 38

Another unicorn was attacked a few days after my run-in with the spiders. I rescued it the same way I did the other one, and this one is a female. No more unicorns were attacked after the first two just like the story. During the second attack, Hagrid acted as a good distraction. Since no one was caught smuggling a dragon out of the school, Hagrid and fang were alone. Apparently, he was searching the forest for a missing unicorn. Hagrid came stomping over and interrupted Quirrell’s bloods.u.c.k.i.n.g. After Quirrell fled the scene, My elves popped the injured unicorn away before Hagrid could get to the area.

After healing the unicorns, they seemed to like me, so I set them free in the forest near Pride manor. If they stay in the area I’ll see them again, and maybe ride one at some point. Since I have two unicorns of the opposite gender, I’m hoping they populate the forest with unicorns. It will take a while, but it’s worth a try. I decided to give the girls books on Occlumency, so I could start teaching them wandless magic. Hermione is already completely loyal to me, but I don’t think she’s fully noticed yet. The twins are my best friends, so I don’t mind teaching them a thing or two. Since it will take a while for them to learn, this probably won’t happen until next year.

As the school days moved forward, the day that Quirrell would go for the stone came. Dumbledore already left the school, and I have to make the decision to go down and stop him or leave him alone. Voldy can’t get to the stone, as I have it in my possession. The question is do I want to risk Dumbles finding out that the stone is a fake? The answer is no because his help would make it a lot easier to accomplish my goals. Also if I start changing to many things then how am I going to know what to expect. Small things are alright like what house I’m in and my friends, but fighting Quirrell seems like something I should do.

I have my elves following Quirrell, as he makes his way through the obstacles and to the mirror. After Quirrell left Fluffy’s room, my elves popped him to the black manor. Who knows what happens to him after all of this. Once he entered the mirror room, my elves popped me to the door of said room. Making my way through the door, and down a long staircase. Quirrel is standing in front of the mirror talking to himself, or rather talking to the leach that is Voldemort behind his turban.

“Hello, Professor. I was looking for the bathroom, and it seems I’ve lost my way.” I said, as I strolled into the room.

“Well, Mr. Potter. I’m going to have to give you a detention, for being out past curfew.” Quirrell said.

“Aww, no more fake s-stutter? That’s too bad because I really liked it.” I said, shaking my head.

“You’re smarter than I gave you credit for, but that doesn’t matter. Now…what does this mirror do? I see what I d.e.s.i.r.e. I see myself holding the stone, but how do I get it?”

“Use the boy.” A raspy voice calls.

“Come here, now.” Quirrell commanded, and I step in front of the mirror. I need to get the fake stone to destroy it, so I might as well play along for now. “Tell me what do you see?” He asked.

I look in the mirror and see myself. My mirror self brings his hand into his pocket pulling out the fake stone, and winks at me putting the stone back. A weight appears in my pocket, and I tap the side of my pocket to make sure it’s actually there.

“What is it?! What do you see?!” Quirrell asked.

“I’m riding a flying giraffe, as it shoots rainbows out of its b.u.t.t cheeks.” I said.

“He lies.” The raspy voice called again.

“Tell the truth! What do you see?” Quirrell asked.

“Let me speak to him.” The voice said.

“Master, you are not strong enough.” Quirrell rebutted.

“I have strength enough for this.” The raspy voice stated. Quirrell unwraps his turban and on the side opposite his face, another face is planted. It is Voldemort who appears kind of like a snake. He stretches out and faces Harry via the mirror. “Harry Potter. We meet again.” Voldy said.

“Eh, I don’t really count our first meeting, as I was to young to really remember you.” I said.

“We can count this as our first meeting then. Do you see what I have become? See what I must do to survive? Living off another, as 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!” Voldy said.

“Well, if you want the stone you’ll have to take it from my cold dead body.” I said.

“Don’t be a fool! Why suffer a horrific death when you can join me and live?!” Voldy asked.

“Nah, I’m not interested in joining a losing team.” I denied.

“Haha. Bravery. Your parents had it too. Tell me, Harry, would you like to see your mother and father again? Together, we can bring them back. All I ask for is something in return. There is no good and evil. Only power, and those too weak to seek it. Together, we’ll do extraordinary things. Just give me the stone!” Voldy proclaimed.

“You can’t bring back the dead. Even if you could I still wouldn’t be interested. Like I said before you’re the losing team, and I don’t waste my time with losers.” I said, with a sneer on my face that could almost rival Snape’s.

“Kill him!” Voldy commanded, as his parasitic face contorted in anger.

Quirrell soars into the air and smashes into me, one hand on my throat. We fall to the steps, and the fake stone tumbles out of my pocket as Quirrell tries to choke me. Suddenly, I put my hand on Quirrell’s, trying to get him off. Smoke furls from under his hand, as I cast a wandless incendio to mimic the protection Harry’s mother gave him.

“Ahh! Ahh!” Quirrell screamed in pain and backed away from me. His hand is burned black. “What is this magic?” He asked.

“Fool get the stone!” Voldy yelled. I let Quirrell move to the stone, and burned his entire body as he picked it up.

“Ahhhhhhhhhh!” Quirrell screamed in agony. His entire body lit up in a giant concentrated fireball. He was burned black and crispy from head to toe, and the fake stone was destroyed in the process. From Quirrell’s overcooked body, a wraith-like figure of Voldemort’s comes flying out. It rushes at me and passes through my body leaving the area, as it let out an ear-piercing shriek. Once Voldemort left, I let out a sigh and sat on the ground. I could’ve finished that fight easily, but I don’t want to show Voldemort my true strength, yet.

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