Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone

The Man with Two Faces

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The Man with Two Faces

It was Quirrell.

'You!' gasped Harry and Arabella.

Quirrell smiled. His face wasn't twitching at all.

'Me,' he said calmly, 'I wondered whether I'd be meeting you here, Potter. Though I am surprised you are here Black, you would be a pleasant reward for the others.'

'But Snape –'

'Severus?' Quirrell laughed and it wasn't his usual treble, either, but cold and sharp. 'Yes, Severus 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 Snape tried to kill Harry!'

'No, no, no. I tried to kill Potter. Miss Granger knocked me over as she rushed to set fire to Snape at that Quidditch match. She broke my eye contact with him. Another few seconds I could have gotten him off that broom. Snape was muttering the counter-curse, trying to save him.'

'Snape was trying to save me?' said Harry in disbelief.

'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 Snape was trying to stop Gryffindor winning, he did make himself unpopular… and what a waste of time, when after all that, I'm going to kill you tonight.'

Arabella stepped in front of Harry.

'Over my dead body,' she said through her teeth. If looks could kill, Quirrell would be six-feet under.

Quirrell gave a small laugh. He snapped his fingers. Ropes sprang out of thin air and wrapped themselves around Arabella, moving her to the left of the chamber, but still close to Harry. She was trying to get free of them, but it was no use. It kept getting tighter.

'Let go of her!' said Harry, who was also finding it difficult to move as some of the ropes tied his arms and legs together.

'No,' said Quirrell, still smiling. 'You're too nosy to live, Potter. Same goes for you Black, but your time will come later. Both of you, scurrying around the school at Halloween like that, for all I knew the two of you seen me coming to look at what was guarding the Stone.'

'You let the troll in?'

'Certainly. I have a special gift with trolls – you must have seen what I did to the one in the chamber back there? Unfortunately, while everyone else was running around looking for it, Snape, who already suspected me, went straight to the third floor to head me off – and not only did my troll fail to bet you to death, that three-headed dog didn't even manage to bite Snape's leg off properly. Now, wait quietly, Potter. Stop struggling Black. There's no point. I need to examine this interesting mirror.'

It was only then that Harry realised what was standing behind Quirrell. It was the Mirror of Erised.

'This mirror is the key to finding the Stone,' Quirrell murmured. 'Trust Dumbledore to come up with something like this… but he's in London… I'll be far away by the time he gets back…'

'Harry…' said Arabella, trying to get some words out. 'Harry… saw you and Snape in the Forest –'

'Yes,' said Quirrell, walking around the Mirror. 'He was on to me by that time, trying to find out how far I'd got. He suspected me all along. Tried to frighten me – as through he could, when I had Lord Voldemort on my side…'

Quirrell stood in front of the Mirror again and stared into it.

'I see the Stone… I'm presenting it to my master… but where is it?'

'But Snape always seemed to hate me so much,' said Harry, trying to keep Quirrell's attention from the Mirror.

'Oh, he does,' said Quirrell, casually, 'heavens, yes. He was at Hogwarts with your father, yours too Black. They loathed each other. But he never wanted you dead Potter.

'But we heard you a few days ago, sobbing – we thought Snape was threatening you…'

'Sometimes,' said Quirrell, with fear in his face, 'I find it hard to follow my master's instructions – he is a great wizard and I am weak – '

'He was in the some classroom as you?' gasped Arabella.

'He is with me wherever I go,' said Quirrell. 'I met him when I was travelling the world. I was a foolish young man, full of ridiculous ideas about good and evil. Lord Voldemort showed me how wrong I was. There is no good and evil, there is only power. Since then, I have served him faithfully, although I have let him down many times. He does not forgive mistakes easily. When I failed to steal the Stone from Gringotts he decided to keep a closer watch on me…'

Quirrell regained his composure and cursed under his breath.

'I don't understand… is the Stone inside the Mirror? Should I break it? What does this Mirror do? How does it work? Help me, Master!'

A voice answered, it seemed to come from Quirrell himself, but he wasn't moving his lips.

'Use the boy… Use the boy…'

Quirrell rounded on Harry.

'Yes – Potter – come here.'

He clapped his hands once and the ropes that were on Harry fell off. Slowly Harry got to his feet.

'Harry! Don't you dare hurt him!' screamed Arabella, who was still tied to the ropes. She struggled more when Harry was free.

'Shut up Black! Potter! Come here,' Quirrell repeated. 'Look in the Mirror and tell me what you see.'

Harry walked in front of the Mirror, while Quirrell moved behind. He looked into the Mirror.

He saw his reflection smiling at him. It out his hand into the 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 heavy drop into his real pocket. Somehow – incredibly – he'd got the Stone.

'Well? What do you see?' said Quirrell.

'I see myself shaking hands with Dumbledore,' he lied. 'I – I've won the House Cup for Gryffindor.'

'He lies… He lies…' said that mysterious voice

'Potter! Tell me the truth! What do you see?'

'Use the girl… the girl…'

'Fine, Potter, you leave me no choice,' said Quirrell. He turned to Arabella and waved his wand. The ropes released her and she fell to the ground. Quirrell pointed his wand at her.

'Crucio!,' said Quirrell.

Arabella let out a small scream and started to twitch on the ground. She looked like she was in pain.

'Stop it!' said Harry, who seemed to have been rooted to the ground.

Quirrell waved his wand again and the curse was lift off.

'That was just a taste of some pain Potter that Black might face again. Now, tell me what you see in the Mirror?' said Quirrell.

'Don't you dare say anything Harry!' exclaimed Arabella, who was panting on the floor.

Quirrell pointed his wand again at Arabella, but the voice spoke again.

'Let me face him… face to face…'

'Master, you are not strong enough!'

'I have strength enough… for this…'

Harry watched Quirrell reach up and began to unwrap his turban. The turban fell away. Quirrell's head looked strangely small without it. He turned slowly on the spot. There was a face, at the back of his head. It was the most terrible face harry had ever seen. It was chalk white with glaring red eyes and slits for nostrils, like a snake.

'Harry Potter…' it whispered.

Arabella managed to get to her feet, while limping, and pull Harry away from the face. Harry could feel her hand trembling. Harry and Arabella couldn't move their eyes from the face.

'See what I have become?' the face said. 'Mere shadow and vapour of what I once was… sharing the bodies of another… once I have the Elixir of Life, I will be able to create a body of my own… Now… why don't you give me that Stone in your pocket?'

Arabella pulled Harry behind her.

'You won't touch him,' said Arabella bravely, but there was a certain fear in her voice.

'Don't be foolish,' snarled the face. 'You're Arabella Black right? Related to Bellatrix Lestrange? Join me… Have a better life… you'll do your family proud… or die just like Harry Potter's parents… They died begging for mercy…'

'LIAR!' Harry shouted.

'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… Just like Black over her… it's ironic really… Now give me the Stone, unless you want to see your friend died like them.'

Quirrell snapped his fingers and again ropes wrapped themselves around Arabella, this time one of it was wrapped tightly around her throat. She was at the top of the chamber, struggling to get free.

'LET GO OF HER!'

Harry did something that would be considered very brave and very stupid. He charged towards Quirrell. Quirrell was caught off guard and the rope that was surrounding Arabella came off her. She dropped to the ground unconscious.

'SEIZE HIM!' screamed Voldemort. Harry felt Quirrell's hands on his waist. At once, a sharp pain seared across Harry's scar; his head felt as though it was about to split in two. He yelled and he struggled with all his might. Quirrell let go of him and hunched in pain, looking at his fingers that were blistering before his eyes.

'Master, I cannot hold him – my hands – my hands!'

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

Quirrell raised his wand pointing at Harry, but, by instinct, Harry reached up and grabbed Quirrell's face –

'AAAARGH!'

Quirrell rolled off him, his face blistering. Quirrell couldn't touch his face, not without suffering terrible pain. Harry jumped to his feet, caught Quirrell by the arm and hung on as tight as he could. Quirrell screamed and tried to throw Harry off – the pain in Harry's head was building – he couldn't see anything – he could only hear the screaming around him.

He felt Quirrell's arm wrenched from his grasp, knew all was lost, and fell into blackness, down… down… down…

'CRUCIO!'

There was a red light coming towards the figure on the floor. A merciless laughter was heard with screams of pain.

'You don't have to fight it,' said the figure standing over the victim. 'You're just making it worse. You were made for this. Embrace it. Embrace us. You're new family.'

'Never,' spat the figure on the ground.

'So be it.'

There was more laughter and a flash of green light was hurling its way towards the victim.

Miss Black… No…Miss Black… No… Arabella…NOOO…

'Miss Black. Arabella Black,' spoke a voice beside her.

Arabella woke up with a gasp. Beside her was the smiling face of Albus Dumbledore.

'Professor! Why are you here?! Harry needs you!'

Dumbledore continued to smile. 'Don't worry Arabella. Harry is fine. His bed is right beside yours.'

He pointed towards Arabella's right. There laid Harry, fast asleep with a peaceful look on his face.

'What happened to Quirrell and the Stone?' asked Arabella, looking back at Dumbledore.

'Quirrell is long gone, as is the Stone.'

'So Nicolas Flamel and his wife are dead.'

'Not yet. Soon. They are arranging everything before it happens. I believe that they are ok with this.'

'But they're going to die. Shouldn't they be sad about that or something?'

'Yes, but after all, to the well-organized mind, death is but the next great adventure. They have lived for many, many years. They fell it's as though they're going to sleep after a very long day.'

Arabella nodded.

'Sir, do you know what happened in the Chamber?'

'Yes I do and I must say, you are very brave for what you did. Not many people would sacrifice themselves for a friend. Especially when that person is Voldemort.'

Arabella nodded.

'Does anybody else know?'

'The whole school, yes. I wrote to Mr Lupin three days ago. He was shocked, to say the least, but he is pleased to hear that you are alive and ok. Though you might be getting a lecture when you go home.'

'Three days? Was I really out for three day?' gapped Arabella.

'Yes, the Cruciatus Curse didn't really do any damage. It was mostly the fall that knocked you out. But I sense there is something else you really want to talk about.'

Arabella stared at Dumbledore, thinking about how she was going to ask him.

'In the chamber, Quirrell said that I would have been a reward for the others. What did he mean?'

Dumbledore sighed and the usual twinkle in his eyes were gone.

'Voldemort would have rebuilt his arm if he had gotten the Stone. During the First War, one of his most devoted followers was Bellatrix Lestrange.'

Arabella gasped.

'Bellatrix Lestrange? As in my cousin, Bellatrix? The person who murdered my mom?'

'Unfortunately yes. She believed herself to be his most loyal servant. Instead of saying that she and her husband under the Imperious Curse, they ran away, plotting for their revenge. And they got that, but they didn't finish the job. You would have been her reward for the loyalty she showed towards Voldemort after his downfall.'

'But… why?' asked Arabella, who suddenly paled.

'That I feel you should find out about this later. You are too young to fell burdened with this knowledge.'

Arabella nodded. 'But you will tell me one day?'

'Maybe. Unless you find out yourself.' said Dumbledore.

'Why does Snape hate me and Harry so much?'

'Professor Snape and your father were in the same year together. When they were in school together, they hated each other. Naturally, his hatred for your father is still there,' said Dumbledore. 'Is there anything else that's disturbing you?'

'Yes, but I'll deal with it later,' said Arabella sleepily.

Dumbledore nodded.

'You have some tokens from your friends and family,' said Dumbledore , pointing at the number of treats at the foot of her bed.

'Andromeda wrote me a very long and strongly worded letter about your safety and how she was going to come down and personally hex me if anything like this happens again,' said Dumbledore with a smile and the twinkle returning in his eyes.

'She would do that you know,' said Arabella with a laugh.

'I remember her from her time at Hogwarts. Smart and quick with a wand. Wouldn't put it past her,' said Dumbledore, with a laugh.

Dumbledore was looking at the sweets that were at the end of her bed.

'Ah, Chocolate Frog! May I have one? I do like to collect the cards,' asked Dumbledore.

Arabella nodded with a laugh. After Dumbledore left she went into a dreamless sleep.

'Just five minutes,' Harry pleaded.

'Absolutely not,' said Madam Pomfrey.

'You let Professor Dumbledore in,' pointed out Arabella.

'Well, of course, that was the Headmaster, quit different. The both of you need rest.'

'We're resting, look, lying down and everything,' said Harry.

'Come on Madam Pomfrey… pleaseeeee…' said Arabella with a smile.

'Oh, very well,' she said. 'But five minutes only.'

She let Ron and Hermione in.

'Harry! Arabella!'

Hermione looked as though she was ready to pull them into hugs again, but she held herself back.

'Oh, Harry, Arabella, we were so worried!'

'The whole school's talking about it,' said Ron. 'What really happened?'

Harry and Arabella told them everything: Quirrell, the Mirror, the Stone, the torture and Voldemort. Harry and Arabella left out some of the conversations that happened between them, mostly the ones that had to do with Arabella.

Ron and Hermione were a very good audience; they gasped in all the right place, and, when Harry told them about Quirrell torturing Arabella, Hermione flung her arms around Arabella and not letting go until the story was over.

'So the Stone's gone?' said Ron finally. 'Flamel's just going to die?'

'Yeah, Dumbledore said something about death being the next great adventure or something,' said Arabella.

'I always thought he was off his rocker,' said Ron, looking quite impressed at how mad his hero was.

'We want to go to the feast,' Harry told Madam Pomfrey. 'Can we?'

'Professor Dumbledore says that you are allowed to go,' she said. 'And you both have another visit.'

'Who is it?' asked Arabella with some chocolate in her mouth.

Hagrid sidled through the door as he spoke. As usual when he was indoors, Hagrid looked too big to be allowed. He sat in front of Harry and Arabella, took one look at them and burst into tears.

'It's all my fault!' he sobbed, his face in his hands. 'I told the evil git how ter get past Fluffy! I told him! It was the only think he didn't know an' I told him! The two of yeh could've died! All fer a dragon egg! I'll never drink again! I should be chucked out an' made ter live as a Muggle!'

'Hagrid!' said Harry and Arabella.

'Hagrid, he'd have found out somehow, this is Voldemort we're talking about, he'd have found out even if you hadn't told him.'

'Both of yeh could have died!' sobbed Hagrid. 'An' don' say the name!'

'VOLDEMORT!' screamed Arabella, and Hagrid was so shocked, he stopped crying. 'We've met him and we're calling him by his name. It's just a name Hagrid. Nothing to be afraid of. Cheer up.'

Hagrid wiped his nose on the back of his hand and said, 'I've got yer presents.'

Hagrid handed Harry a leather-covered book and gave Arabella a leather jacket.

Harry opened the book. It was full of wizard photographs. Smiling and waving at him from every page were his mother and father.

'Sent owls off ter all yer parents' old school friends, askin' fer photos… Knew yeh didn' have any… Arabella that was yeh dad's jacket. Found it in Filch's office. Crazy old git confiscated fer no reason… it belongs to yeh… D'yeh both like it?'

They couldn't speak, but Hagrid understood.

When Harry and Arabella walked into the Great Hall, there was a sudden hush and then everybody started talking again at once. Harry and Arabella took their seats across from Ron and Hermione at the Gryffindor table.

Dumbledore arrived moments later.

'Another year gone!' said Dumbledore cheerfully. 'And I must trouble you with an old man's wheezing waffle before we sink our teeth into our delicious feast. What a year it has been! Hopefully your heads are all a little fuller than they were… you have the whole summer ahead to get them nice and empty before next year starts…

'Now, as I understand it, the House Cup needs awarding and the points stand thus: in fourth place, Gryffindor, with two hundred and sixty two points; in third place Hufflepuff, with three hundred and fifty-two points; Ravenclaw have four hundred and twenty-six points and Slytherin, four hundred and seventy-two.'

A storm of cheering and stamping broke out from the Slytherin table. It was a sickening sight.

'Yes, yes, well done, Slytherin,' said Dumbledore. 'However, recent events must be taken into consideration.

'I have a few last minute points to dish out. Let me see. Yes…

'First – to Mr Ronald Weasley for the best-played game of chess Hogwarts has seen in many years, I award Gryffindor house fifty points.'

Gryffindor cheers nearly raised the bewitched ceiling; the stars overhead seemed to quiver. Percy could be heard telling the other Prefects, 'My brother, you know! My youngest brother! Got past McGonagall's giant chess set!'

At last there was silence again.

'Second – to Miss Hermione Granger for the use of cool logic in the face of fire, I award Gryffindor house fifty points.'

Hermione buried her face in her arms; Harry strongly suspected she had burst into tears. Gryffindors up and down the table were beside themselves – they were a hundred points up.

'Third – to Miss Arabella Black for standing between the face of death and a friend, I award Gryffindor house fifty points.'

Arabella was staring at Dumbledore with wide eyes. The Gryffindor table was cheering more loudly as were some of the Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws were starting to join in too.

'Forth – to Mr Harry Potter ...' said Dumbledore. The room went deadly quiet. '... for pure nerve and outstanding courage, I award Gryffindor house sixty points.'

The din was deafening. Those who could add up while yelling themselves hoarse knew that Gryffindor now had four hundred and seventy-two points – exactly the same as Slytherin. They had drawn for the House Cup – if only Dumbledore had given Harry just one more point.

Dumbledore raised his hand. The room gradually fell silent.

'There are all kinds of courage,' said Dumbledore, smiling. 'It takes a great deal of bravery to stand up to our enemies, but just as much to stand up to our friends. I therefore award ten points to Mr Neville Longbottom.'

Someone standing outside the Great Hall might well have thought some sort of explosion had taken place, so loud was the noise that erupted from the Gryffindor table. Harry, Ron, Arabella and Hermione stood up to yell and cheer as Neville, white with shock, disappeared under a pile of people hugging him. He had never won so much as a point for Gryffindor before. Harry, still cheering, nudged Arabella in the ribs and pointed at Malfoy, who couldn't have looked more stunned and horrified if he'd just had the Body-Bind curse put on him.

'Which means, we need a little change of decorations,' called Dumbledore over the storm of applause.

He clapped his hands and in an instant the green and silver hanging became scarlet and gold.

It was the best evening of Harry's life, better than winning at Quidditch or Christmas or knocking out mountain trolls…

Harry had almost forgotten that the exam results were still to come, but come they did. To their great surprise, both he and Ron passed with good marks. Arabella got better marks than them but was below Hermione. Hermione, of course, came top of the year. Even Neville scraped through, his good Herbology mark making up for his abysmal Potions one. They had hoped that Goyle, who was almost as stupid as he was mean, might be thrown out, but he had passed, too. It was a shame, but as Ron said, you couldn't have everything in life.

'You must come and stay this summer,' said Ron, 'I'll send the three of you owls.'

'Thanks,' said Harry. 'I'll need something to look forward to.'

As they moved forward to the way back to the Muggle world, some people call them:

'Bye, Harry!'

'See you, Potter!'

'Still famous,' said Ron, grinning at him.

'Not where I'm going, I promise you,' said Harry.

The four of them passed through the gateway together.

'There he is, Mum, there he is, look!'

It was Ginny Weasley, Ron's younger sister, but she wasn't pointing at Ron.

'Harry Potter!' she squealed. 'Look, Mum! I can see –'

'Be quiet, Ginny, and it's rude to point.'

Mrs Weasley smiled down at them.

'Busy year?' she said.

'Very,' said Harry.

'Thank you for the fudge and jumper, Mrs Weasley,' said Arabella.

'Oh, it was nothing dears.'

'Arabella,' came a voice behind Mrs Weasley. It was a shaggy looking man with light brown hair that seemed to be greying a bit. He was smiling at Arabella.

'Uncle Remus!' Arabella ran towards him and hugged the man.

'Hello, I'm Molly Weasley, Ron's mother,' said Mrs Weasley after Arabella let go of Remus.

'Remus Lupin, Arabella's godfather. Nice to meet you,' said Remus as he shook Mrs Weasley's hand.

'Well, we must get going, Andy's home and she would like to see you,' said Remus, giving Arabella a 'you're in trouble' look.

'OK, one moment,' said Arabella. She went back to Harry, Ron and Hermione.

'Stay in touch,' she said while hugging Hermione.

'Will do.'

'Owl me about staying over,' hugging Ron.

'No problem.'

'Try not to hurt yourself,' hugging Harry and messing up his hair.

'I'll do my best,' said Harry with a smirk.

Arabella turned to Mrs Weasley and gave her a final farewell and went off with her godfather Remus.

'Ready, are you?'

It was Uncle Vernon, still purple-faced, still moustached, still looking furious at the nerve of Harry, carrying an owl in a cage in a station full of ordinary people. Behind him stood Aunt Petunia and Dudley, looking terrified at the very sight of Harry.

'You must be Harry's family!' said Mrs Weasley.

'In a manner of speaking,' said Uncle Vernon. 'Hurry up, boy, we haven't got all day.' He walked away.

Harry hung back for a last word with Ron and Hermione.

'See you over the summer, then.'

'Hope you have – er – a good holiday,' said Hermione, looking uncertainly after Uncle Vernon, shocked that anyone could be so unpleasant.

'Oh, I will,' said Harry, and they were surprised at the grin that was spreading over his face. 'They don't know we're not allowed to use magic at home. I'm going to have a lot of fun with Dudley this summer ...'

Thank you for reading! I tried to make Dumbledore sound intelligent and wise when I wrote him, but I don't know of that really turned out good...

So, from now on the books will be alternative between Harry's POV and Arabella's POV, just to make things interesting :)

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