For almost 10 years, the twins Jacob and Harry Potter lived under the roof of their relatives the Dursleys, who treat them poorly, and with no knowledge of where they've come from beyond what their aunt and uncle tell them.
However, upon their 11th...
Jacob and Harry were walking down the long stairs into a small room side by side. Suddenly their scars hurt, causing them to hiss and rub them. In the middle of the room they saw the Mirror of Erised, and looking at it was the person that was after the Stone, though it turned out to be one person the kids hadn't suspected, which confused the twins.
"You?" The twins asked.
The person turned around to look at them, who turned out to be Professor Quirrell.
"No, it can't be." Jacob kept going, trying to understand what was going on. "Snape he-he was the one--"
"Yes, he does seem the type, doesn't he?" Quirrell replied.
The twins noticed he was like a completely different person, more confident and there was no stuttering in his voice.
"So useful Snape. Swooping around like an overgrown bat. Next to him, who would suspect p-p-poor, s-stuttering Professor Quirrell?" Quirrell used his stuttering voice.
"But that day, during the Quidditch match, Snape tried to kill me." Harry then said as he and Jacob continued walking down.
Quirrell only smiled at this. "No, dear boy. I tried to kill you! 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 countercurse."
Jacob's eyes widened at this. "Snape was trying to save Harry?"
"Oh, don't misunderstand. He hates him, just as he hated your father when they were at Hogwarts together. But he never wanted your brother dead. As for you..."
Quirrell pointed at Jacob. "... he seems to have grown to tollerate you a bit. Your father, after all, saved his life once, long ago."
The twins looked stunned as they looked at each other before looking at Quirrell again, while the man himself looked amused.
"Didn't know? Surprising, given how curious you are, Potters. I knew you two were a danger to me right from the off, especially after Halloween."
"The-Then you let the troll in!" Harry said.
"Very good, Potter, yes. I have a gift with trolls, you saw it in the bathroom. Snape, unfortunately, wasn't fooled."
While Quirrell kept explaining, Jacob was starting to feel angry. Because of Quirrell, Hermione had almost been killed by the troll in the girls' bathroom. Harry noticed this and placed his hand on his left arm to calm him down.
"While everyone else was running about the dungeon, he went to the third floor to head me off. That three-headed dog didn't even manage to bite Snape's leg off properly. He, of course, never trusted me again."
Quirrell then turned to look at the mirror again, and suddenly the twins' scars started to hurt for some reason, and they started to rub them to ease the pain.
"He rarely left me alone. But he doesn't understand. I'm never alone. Never." Quirrell fully faced the mirror. "Now, what does this mirror do?"
Quirrell was quiet for a moment. "I see what i desire. I see myself holding the Stone. But how do i get it?"
"Use the boys."
Jacob and Harry suddenly heard a voice, and tried to look around the room to see where it had come from, but found nobody else nearby.
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