Draco Malfoy and the Sorcerer's Stone

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Draco's pov:

It was Quirrell. "You!" I gasped. Quirrell smiled, his face wasn't twitching at all. "Me," he said calmly. "I wondered whether I'd be meeting you here, Malfoy." "But I thought -- Zabini --" "Noah?" Quirrell laughed, and it wasn't his usual quivering treble, either, but cold and sharp. "Yes, Noah does seem the type, doesn't he? So useful to have him swooping around like an overgrown bat. Next to him, who would suspect p-p-poor, st-stuttering P-Professor Quirrell?" "But Zabini tried to kill me!" I reasoned "No, no, no," Quirrell corrected. "I tried to kill you. That Sirius Black accidentally knocked me over as he rushed to set fire to Zabini at that Quidditch match. He broke my eye contact with you. Another few seconds and I'd have got you off that broom. I'd have managed it before then if Zabini hadn't been muttering a counter-curse, trying to save you."

"Zabini was trying to save me?" I questioned. "Of course," said Quirrell coolly. "Why do you think he wanted to referee your next match? He was trying to make sure I didn't do it again. Funny, really... he needn't have bothered. I couldn't do anything with Dumbledore watching. All the other teachers thought Zabini was trying to stop Gryffindor from winning, he did make himself unpopular... and what a waste of time, when after all that, I'm going to kill you tonight." He snapped his fingers causing ropes to tie around me and I fell to the floor as I tried to struggle free. "You're too nosy to live, Malfoy," Quirrell spat. "Scurrying around the school on Halloween like that, for all I knew you'd seen me coming to look at what was guarding the Stone."

"You let the troll in?" I questioned. "Very good, Malfoy, yes," Quirrell smirked. "Zabini, unfortunately, wasn't fooled. While everyone else was running to the dungeon, he went to the 3rd floor to head me off. He, of course, never trusted me again, he rarely left me alone." Quirrell looked at the mirror and spoke, "But he doesn't understand... I'm never alone... never." He was silent for a moment then spoke, "Now what does this mirror do? I see what I desire. I see myself holding the stone. But how do I get it?" "Use the boy," A light, raspy voice said. "Come here, Malfoy!" Quirrell ordered as the rope disappeared.

I got up and went to the mirror and he spoke, "What do you see?" I was shaken, I didn't know what was gonna happen to me or how to stop him, but all came to me when I looked I'm the mirror. I saw me, I looked different though. I had a cheeky smile on my face and took the stone out of my pocket then placed it back in. When I felt my pocket, I felt it there and gasped lightly. "What? What is it? What do you see?" Quirrell questioned. "I-I'm shaking hands with Dumbledore," I lied. "I've won the house cup." "He lies," The voice said. "Tell the truth! What do you see?!" Quirrell snapped.

"Let me speak to him," the voice insisted. "Master, you are not strong enough-" "I have strength enough for this," The voice hissed causing Quirrell to flinch. He unraveled his turban and turned around to show a face on the back of his head, it was Voldemort. "Draco Malfoy," He wheezed out. "We meet again." "Voldemort," I detected. "Yes, you see what I have become?" He said. "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." "Why?" I questioned. "Because death only takes the weak," Voldemort replied. "I need to come back, but I need something... there is something that can. Something, that conveniently enough, lies in your pocket!"

My eyes widen then I turned to run, but he snapped his fingers causing the doorway and all the other exist to catch fire. I stopped and turned back to Voldemort as he spoke, "Don't be a fool! Why suffer a horrific death when you can join me and live?!" Voldemort reasoned. "Never!" I spat. "Bravery, your parents had it too," Voldemort said. "Tell me, Draco, would you like to see your mother and father again? Together... we can bring them back." My expression softened as I looked in the mirror and saw them appear and they smiled at me softly. "All I ask for is something in return," Voldemort reasoned.

I hesitated then slowly took the stone out of my pocket and Voldemort spoke, "That's it, Draco. There is no good and evil, there is only power, and those too weak to seek it. Together, we'll do extraordinary things. Just give me the stone!" I looked back at my reflection and saw my parents disappear then spat, "You liar!" "Kill him!" Voldemort ordered. Quirrell soars into the air and tackled me down with his hand on my throat. I started struggling away, trying to grab the stone. I couldn't fight him off, I tried to get him off and right when I touched him a sizzling noise was heard. Quirrell looked at his hand and screamed in pain, pulling and staggered back as his hand burned into ash.

"What is this magic?" Quirrell shouted. "Fool! Get the stone!" Voldemort ordered. I looked at my hands then leap forward and touched his face causing him to groan in pain. He slowly started to burn and his whole body turned to ash causing him to fall to the floor, completely turning to dust. I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding then picked up the stone and smiled to myself then felt off. I turned to see a cloud of smoke turn to Voldemort then went through me, I fell dropping the stone and knocked out cold. That day I won, but the fighting just barely has begun.