꧁☬⋆ᴺᴼ ᴼᴺᴱ'ˢ ᴾᴼᵛ⋆☬꧂

'I must lie' Harry thought desperately. 'I must look and lie about what I see, that's all. We need to get out of here; I need to save Y/N.'

Quirrell moved close behind him. Harry breathed in the funny smell that seemed to come from Quirrell's turban. He closed his eyes, stepped in front of the mirror, and opened them again.

You observe them, and check what's going to happen next and must move fast.

He saw his reflection along with you, pale and scared-looking at first. But a moment later, the reflection smiled at him. It put its hand into its pocket and pulled out a blood-red stone.

It winked and put the Stone back in its pocket -- and as it did so, Harry felt something massive drop into his real pocket. Somehow, incredibly, he'd gotten the Stone.

You saw what happened; you looked at him, confused because of what you saw.

"Well?" said Quirrell impatiently. "What do you see?"

Harry screwed up his courage.

You felt like being watched, but you shrug the feeling.

"I see myself shaking hands with Dumbledore," he invented. "I -- I've won the house cup for Gryffindor. "

Quirrell cursed again.

"Get out of the way," he said. As Harry moved aside, he felt the Sorcerer's Stone against his leg. Dare he makes a break for it?

But he hadn't walked five paces before a high voice spoke, though Quirrell wasn't moving his lips.

"He lies. . . He lies. . . "

"Get the girl. . ."

"What?!" The imaginary robes come off, Quirrell went up to you and grabbed your forearm.

He faced you towards the mirror "tell me what you see." He hisses.

'I must tell lies.' "Um, it's kinda embarrassing, I'm in my room full of sweets and girly stuff."

In reality, you saw the same thing what Harry saw; it just repeated, it shows the reflection of you and Harry holding the stone.

"She lies. . . she lies. . ."

"Did you just called me a liar?" You snap your head towards him.

But he ignored you "Potter, come back here!" Quirrell shouted. "Tell me the truth! What did you just see?"

The high voice spoke again. "Let me speak to him. . . face-to-face. . ."

"Master, you are not strong enough!"

'Master? What?'

"I have strength enough. . . for this. . . "

Harry felt as if Devil's Snare was rooting him to the spot. He couldn't move a muscle; he held your hand tightly. Petrified, you two watched as Quirrell reached up and began to unwrap his turban. The turban fell away. Quirrell's head looked strangely small without it. Then he turned slowly on the spot.

"Bloody hell... He's hideous." You whispered as your breath hitch.

Harry and you would have shrieked, but you both couldn't make a sound. Where there should have been a back to Quirrell's head, there was a face, the most terrible face you and Harry had ever seen. It was chalk white with glaring red eyes and slits for nostrils, like a snake.

"Harry Potter, Y/N Dumbledore. . . " it whispered.

Harry and you tried to take a step backwards, but his and your legs wouldn't move.

"See what I have become?" the face said.

"Mere shadow and vapour. . . I have formed only when I can share another body. . . but there have always been those willing to let me into their hearts and minds. . . Unicorn blood has strengthened me, these past weeks. . ."

"Wait. . . you drank th... The unicorn blood?" You felt the range and sadness came back.

"Yes indeed, You saw faithful Quirrell drinking it for me in the forest. . . and once I have the Elixir of Life, I will be able to create a body of my own. . . Now. . . so Potter, why don't you give me that Stone in your pocket?"

So he knew. The feeling suddenly surged back into Harry's legs. He stumbled backwards.

You stand still looking at the back of Quirrell, trying to calm your fury.

"Don't be a fool," snarled the face.

"Better save your own life and join me. . . or you'll meet the same end as your parents. . . They died begging me for mercy. . ."

"And Y/N, you look like someone I knew and even have the same name as her. But unfortunately, you don't have the same pure white hair and ruby red eyes as the Philosopher stone, but her eyes are much redder and much beautiful than the stone. So you should think about joining me."

You felt your world stopped when he mentioned about you looking like someone but has pure white hair and ruby red eyes.

The only person who saw and knows about that appearance is... 'Only Tom who knows about that.'

"LIAR!" Harry shouted suddenly.

Quirrell was walking backwards at him so that Voldemort could still see him. The evil face was now smiling.

"How touching. . . " it hissed.

"I always value bravery. . . Yes, boy, your parents were brave. . . I killed your father first, and he put up a courageous fight. . . but your mother needn't have died. . . she was trying to protect you. . . Now give me the Stone, unless you want your friend to die like how your parents died."

Quirrell suddenly grabbed you by your neck as your struggle from his grip "let me go you bastard!" You tried to punch him.

"Y/N!" Harry yelled. Voldemort screamed "SEIZE THEM!" and the next second, Harry felt Quirrell's hand close on his wrist.

At once, a needle-sharp pain seared across Harry's scar; his head felt as though it was about to split in two; he yelled, struggling with all his might, and to his surprise, Quirrell let go of him. The pain in his head lessened -- he looked around wildly to see where Quirrell had gone, and saw him hunched in pain, looking at his fingers -- they were blistering before his eyes.

"Seize them! SEIZE THEM!" shrieked Voldemort again, and Quirrell lunged, Harry and you clean off his feet landing on top of you both, each hand around your and Harry's neck -- Harry's scar was almost blinding him with pain, yet he could see Quirrell howling in agony.

"No! Stop!"

"Master, I cannot hold them -- my hands -- my hands!"

And Quirrell, though pinning Harry and you to the ground with his knees, let go of his neck and stared, bewildered, at his palms, you could see they looked burned, raw, red, and shiny.

"Then kill him, fool, and be done!" screeched Voldemort.

Quirrell raised his hand to perform a deadly curse, but you, by instinct, reached up and grabbed Quirrell's face --

"AAAARGH!"

Quirrell rolled off you both, his face blistering, too, and then you knew: Quirrell couldn't touch you both bare skin, not without suffering terrible pain, your only chance was to keep hold of Quirrell, keep him in enough pain to stop him from doing a curse.

You jumped to your feet, caught Quirrell by the arm, and hung on as tight as you could. Quirrell screamed and tried to throw you off, the pain in your head was building, he couldn't see -- he could only hear Quirrell's terrible shrieks and Voldemort's yells.

"Kill them, sweetheart. Do the same thing you did to the troll"

The rage back then came back. Harry saw the same scene happened before in the girl's toilet.

Your hair started slowly floating as your eyes shine as the colour flickered to (Y/E/C) and to red.

You suddenly grabbed Quirrell by the neck, and you held on it firmly, but then you started laughing.

'She's going mental.' Harry thought as he stared at you.

Then you said the magic word.

"Die"

Harry's eyes widen as he saw Quirrell's hand that was struggling to stop you from holding him finally fell, as he turns into ashes.

It was too much for Harry, and it shocks him, he fainted soon after.

You slowly stood up, looking at your hands, your head is in pain, much pain that Harry felt.

You fell to your knees and fainted.

•••

꧁☬⋆ᵞᴼᵁᴿ ᴾᴼᵛ⋆☬꧂

Where am I? I looked around; all I can see is trees. Also, this doesn't look like a dream at all; it's more like a memory.

It seems like I'm in a forest, I decided to walked around to find my way out, but once I finally got out it looks like it wasn't a forest, after all, it was a garden.

I saw a pond and decided to check how I look by the reflection. And I did it, but it seems like I look younger.

I guess around six or seven years old? And I am wearing a dark blue dress with white on it; I have one ribbon at the back of my hair. And I am also wearing white high socks.

I walked around more and saw a manor, no, it's more like a place.

"It's huge," I said in amazement.

I looked around more, and there are so many beautiful flowers, but then I accidentally fell down. It seems like I bumped to someone, and I stood up.

I looked up, and it was a good looking man and a butler along with a knight with him.

"Well, hello there. Love. Who you might be?" He asked as he kneels to my height.

"I.. I'm Y/N, sir." I introduced myself; both of us glanced at each other's eyes, then smiled.

"What a lovely name you have, my name is Lucifer. And welcome to my home." He strokes my hair.

"Would you like to have some tea and desserts with me?" He asked, I slowly nodded.

I know I shouldn't trust this man but, I somehow feel comfortable with him. He's nice.

Also, his name is Lucifer?

But then I felt like being lift up, Mr Lucifer is carrying me.

"Alfred, prepare the tea and the desserts." He told the butler, "Yes, your Majesty." He bowed and left.

"Your Majesty, I believe she should have milk rather than tea. She is still young." The Knight spoke.

"You're right."

"It's okay Mr Knight! y/n can drink tea; y/n aunt Minnie always makes tea." I grinned.

"You see that, Lance? She said she could drink tea. Now don't be a fuss." Lucifer smiled at me.

"Shall we go?" I nodded as the three of us went to a spot in the garden, there were a table and tea and desserts on it. Mister butler was also waiting for us.

"It's ready, your Majesty." He bowed, he placed an extra cushion on the chair and Lucifer placed me to the chair and sat on the other side.

"It is odd to have visitors these days, tell me, love, how did you get here?" He asked as he sips his tea, eyeing at me.

"Y/N don't honestly know; y/n was just walking around y/n thought y/n was still at the castle forest, but it seems like y/n got lost." I looked down.

Hold up; I didn't say that. It just came out of nowhere. This is a memory; I noticed how I spoke out of nowhere without thinking what to say.

Also, blimey, is that how I used to talk?

"Curious, well, I am happy that you stop in my palace and have tea with me." He placed his tea down to the table; I grabbed the fork and started devouring the cake.

"Mister Lucy, is it boring being alone at a huge palace?" I asked, perking up at him.

Lucy? Lucy?! Y/N!! NO!! Why did you call him that?! He'll kill you! You! You! Moron! He's a majesty!

He gazed at me for a minute then chuckled "Lucy? Is that a nickname for me?" He asked, and this body nodded.

I'm going to get myself killed.

"Y/N think it sounds great." I giggled.

Bloody hell, this memory, I don't even remember it. Not a single soul, it doesn't even seem like a dream.

He smiled at me and nodded "you're just like my wife; she calls me Lucy when we first met." He chuckled.

"Your Majesty..."

"No, it's alright, I do miss my wife... But you see, she's been busy and depressed." He looked down.

"Depressed? What's that, Lucy?" I tilt my head as I place my finger to my lips.

He looked at me and smiled, "it means a person in a state of unhappiness or despair."

"Y/N wants to meet Lucy wife someday." I smiled sweetly to him.

"You will soon." He picks up his tea again and sips.

"Lucy?"

"Yes, love?"

"Can Y/N ask why Lucy wife is sad?"

Y/N!!! Bloody hell!!!!

He froze, he placed the cup down and crossed his legs.

He eyed at me "we lost our daughter..." He whispered.

"Y/N feel sad now. . . y/n is sorry for asking, y/n is sorry Lucy." I looked down as I bit my lip.

I felt my chin being lift, "don't be, we'll find her, but I think I found her already." He smiled at me.

"That's great! Lucy wife would be happy again!" I grinned.

He nodded "Yeah, but I have to wait until she's old enough so she can understand why we gave her away." He said.

"Okay." I smiled. I picked up my teacup and took a sip.

Hold up, what's this feeling... I feel like burning.

I suddenly cough, I covered my mouth, once I looked at my hand.

There is blood; my dress is a mess now; it has bloodstains.

I looked up to Lucifer to see his reaction, his eyes widened.

My vision started collapsing, the last thing I heard when I fainted was...

"Princess!!!"