The Potter Twins and the Philospher's Stone [COMPLETED]

XLVI

And then there were two. I shuddered as Harry and I walked through the flames, but I shuddered even more when I noticed the figure standing in front of us in the final chamber. It didn't have the flying robes and pitch black hair of Professor Snape. No, instead, the figure wore a turban.

"Quirrel?" Harry demanded, as I surveyed the scene more. The professor was stood in front of a large mirror that looked eerily familiar.

"Yes, that's right," Quirrel sneered, turning to face us. His stutter was gone, and he looked utterly malevolent.

"But Snape..." I mumbled, somehow losing all my bravado.

"Ah, Severus," Quirrel chuckled. "He does seem the type, doesn't he? When he's around, who would suspect p-p-poor st-st-stuttering P-p-professor Quirrel?" he laughed again, and Harry and I glanced at each other. The man was clearly insane.

"Snake tried to kill us," Harry said. His tone was even — he hadn't lost his confidence.

"Stupid boy," Quirrel snarled. "I tried to kill you. I would have succeeded if Snape hadn't stumbled into me when that brat Granger set him on fire."

"She's not a brat!" I said, my voice wavering.

"Severus tried to stop me. He even figured out what was going on when I let that troll in, and headed straight for the third floor to thwart me then." Quirrel took a threatening step towards us, but I shifted into my lynx form and snarled at him. "What a frightening kitty," he mocked, and I leaped for his face, claws out. Only one made contact before he swiped out and I smashed into the wall from the wandless magic, whining in pain.

I shifted back into human form, shaking with shock. Harry turned pale, but still stared Quirrel defiantly in the face. "You'll never get the stone," he spat.

Quirrel turned away in anger and hummed in thought. "How does it work? Is the stone inside it, or do I break it?"

Suddenly, a hissing voice rang out through the chamber.

Use the boy.

"You," Quirrel said, pointing at Harry. "Come here."

I pushed myself into a standing position, using the wall's cracks to pull myself up. Slowly, I inched towards the doorway, but Quirrel noticed. "Ah-ah," he tutted. A wall of fire sprang up in my way as he flicked his wand, binding Harry in thin vine-like ropes.

"Stop it," I coughed, as Quirrel pulled my brother towards him.

"What do you see?" the professor demanded. Harry stared stubbornly into the mirror and suddenly I realised that's where the Mirror of Erised had gone; down here, for Dumbledore's crazy plan to protect the stone. Lie, big brother... I whispered to myself. You've got to lie. "Why won't it come for me?" Quirrel muttered as Harry started to speak.

"I'm shaking Dumbledore's hand... I've won the house cup."

My eyes were focused on the ropes around his waist when I noticed a bulge in the pocket of his jeans. He's got the bloody thing. Harry continued his lie: "I've got the Quidditch cup too."

Lies.

I jolted as the voice came again, struggling to stay upright. "I've got to help Sam," Harry said stoically. "Let me go."

Let me speak to them both.

"What is that?" I cried, my voice wavering.

"Master," Quirrel protested to no one in particular. "You're not strong enough."

I am strong enough for this.

I limped over to Harry as Quirrel began to unwind his turban, which was by far the weirdest thing that had happened that evening. "You ok Sammy?" my twin whispered.

"Just about," I muttered, as the last threads of the turban fell away and we both almost screamed in shock and fright.

Because, where the back of his head should have been, Quirrel had a second face.

It was terrifying: snake like, no nose, and absolutely no hair — almost monster-like. Harry and I were ready to turn and run away, except I could barely walk and he was bound so tightly he was hardly able to stand upright. "Merlin's beard," I whispered, and the top lip curled in mirth.

"If it isn't the Potters," that horrifying, hissing voice sneered. I could barely believe it had a source. "Last time I saw you... you were barely infants."

"Voldemort," I managed, leaning on Harry's shoulder to stay up.

"Now, I'll take the stone, Harry..." the creature, Voldemort hissed. "The one that lies in your pocket."

"Never!" Harry cried.

"Harry, Sam, come join me," Voldemort persisted. "We will be so powerful... I'll bring back your parents... you'll all be one big, happy, family."

"You," I snarled, staring the horrible thing right in its face (or whatever it was). "Are evil."

"Ah, foolish boy," the thing hissed. "There is no good or evil; there is only power. Come, children — you can see your parents again."

"Wrong," I growled, regaining some strength. "You can't bring back the dead, no matter how powerful your magic is."

"I see," Voldemort hissed. "Then you will meet the same end as your mother and father — crying and begging for the mercy to end your life-"

"Liar!" Harry howled, the ropes suddenly falling to the ground. He brandished his wand. "Our parents were brave and selfless, unlike your cowardly, evil, ugly-"

"Seize them!" Voldemort screamed.

Quirrel turned abruptly, hands out to grab my face — I stumbled backwards into Harry and we crashed to the floor together and I swiped at Quirrel's hand and it started to smoke and crumble... he screeched in pain. "I can't touch them!"

"Seize them!" Voldemort screamed again, as Harry and I tried to run. Quirrel reappeared in front of us. "Grab his face!" I yelled at Harry, who leaped at the Professor. The skin around his face began to smoke and blister, and Quirrel screamed again as I seized both his wrists.

Voldemort and Quirrel were screeching and yelling and howling and Harry and I were shouting to each other as we ran towards the exit, completely forgetting about the fire in front of us. Harry grabbed my hand at the last minute before I ran straight into the flames, just as a guttural howl escaped Quirrel's lips, and an ashy trail left his body.

I slipped backward and cracked my head on the stone as the trail of smoke passed through us both. Harry seemed to lose control of his limbs as we both fell, barely three metres away from Quirrel's still and silent body.

I moaned faintly as voices shrouded my hearing, willing myself to sleep.

Yes, I know it's been ages. My schedule massively failed, lol. I don't have any excuses... whoops. Anyway, hope you enjoyed! xoxoxo