[Harry and Avery walk down the stairs slowly. Halfway down, he winces, feeling his scar burning, and sees Professor Quirrell standing before the Mirror of Erised.]

The great hall gasped, "It was him?!"

"What a plot twist!" Barty shouted.

"I had a feeling!" Jasmine yelled.

Harry: You? [Quirrell turns to face him] No. I-it can't be. Snape, h-he was the one—-

Quirrell: Yes. He does seem the type, doesn't he? Next to him, who would suspect p-p-p-poor st-stuttering Professor Quirrell?

Avery: Wait, what the bloody hell...?

"I'm right with you, hun." Jasmine muttered rubbing her temples.

Harry: But-but that day, during the Quidditch match, Snape tried to kill me.

Quirrell: [smiling evilly] No, dear boy. I tried to kill you. [Harry eyes him in disbelief and confusion] 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.

People glanced at Snape, who was surprised at his own actions.

James stammered, "I guess a thank you is in order. So, thank you, Severus."

"Don't mention it, James." Severus nodded.

Harry: Snape was trying to save me?

Quirrell: I knew you were a danger to me right from the off. Especially after Halloween.

Avery: You let the troll in. [slowly putting the pieces together.]

Quirrell: Very good, Lupin, yes. Snape, unfortunately, wasn't fooled. While everyone else was running about the dungeon, he went to the third floor to head me off. He, of course, never trusted me again. [he turns towards the mirror again; Harry winces as his scar burns again] He rarely left me alone. But he doesn't understand. I'm never alone, never. [staring into the mirror] Now, what does this mirror do? I see what I desire. I see myself holding the stone. But how do I get it?

Unseen Inhuman Voice: Grab the girl. Use the boy. [Harry looks around, wondering where the voice is coming from, while Avery stares at Quirrell.]

"Who in the hell was that?" Peter shuddered, but the purebloods stiffened knowing that voice.

Quirrell: [turns to the two] Come here, Potter. Now! [they slowly walk down the stairs, towards Quirrell and the mirror, Quirrell grabs Avery and holds her]

Avery: Woah, I don't know what you think this is, but I don't want you in my personal space like this. [struggling in his grip.]

"Even in a crisis, you somehow find a way to crack a joke." Hermione groaned.

"I grew up with Jasper!" Avery defended.

Quirrell: Shut up girl. Tell me... what do you see? [Harry looks into the mirror, and for a few seconds, sees him standing next to Quirrell, then his reflection reaches into its pocket and pulls out a gleaming red ruby, the Philosopher's Stone; Harry stares in amazement as his reflection smiles and winks, then puts the stone back in its pocket; Harry feels his pocket and realizes the Stone really is in his pocket, then looks up again] What is it? [glances at Harry while speaking] What do you see?

Harry: [looks at Quirrell, then back at the mirror, determined not to let Quirrell know that he has the Stone] I-I'm shaking hands with Dumbledore. I've won the House Cup.

"Please tell me he becomes a much better liar?" James whined.

"I really wish I could lie to lift your spirits." Avery groaned.

Unseen Inhuman Voice: He lies.

Avery: [shaking her head] You just had to be a terrible liar, Harold.

Quirrell: [angrily shouting] Tell the truth! What do you see?!

Unseen Inhuman Voice: Let me speak to him.

Quirrell: [as Harry backs away, grabbing Avery to stand behind him] Master, you are not strong enough.

Unseen Inhuman Voice: I have strength enough for this.

Avery: [starting to realize what's happening] It can't be.

"It isn't... possible." Regulus muttered shuddering.

[Quirrell reaches up and starts unwrapping his turban as he turns so his back is to the mirror. Harry turns toward the staircase into the room, wondering whether he should try to escape, then turns towards Quirrell again. He is almost finished unwrapping his turban, save for a piece covering the back of his head. Finally, he removes the turban, revealing a scary-looking chalk white face, Voldemort. He cranes around and opens his eyes.]

The great hall all gasped, some stiffened.

"The dark lord?" Bellatrix gasped.

"Your 'Dark Lord' is on the back of some dumb imbecile's head, weak as shit." Ariel argued.

Voldemort: Harry Potter, we meet again.

Avery: Holy shit! [Harry pushes her behind him even more.]

Harry: [realizing his identity] Voldemort.

Voldemort: Yes. You see what I've become? 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. But there is something that can, something that, conveniently enough, lies in your pocket.

[realizing Voldemort is referring to the Philosopher's Stone, Harry turns and runs back up the stairs, Avery blocks Quirrell and pulls out her wand.]

Avery: Stupefy! [Quirrell is blasted back into a wall] Always have your wand at the ready.

Applause was heard throughout the great hall.

"That's my daughter!" Jasmine yelled proudly while Remus smiled at his daughter proudly.

"That's our best friend everyone!" Ariel and Amara beamed.

Harry leaned into Avery's ear and whispered, "That's my girl." then kissed her temple, causing the girl to blush.

Voldemort: Stop him. [Quirrell snaps his fingers, instantly causing fire walls to block all the exits, trapping Harry and Avery in the room] Don't be a fool! Why suffer a horrific death when you can join me and live?

Harry: [shakes his head] Never!

Voldemort: Haha. Bravery. Your parents had it too. Tell me, Harry, would you like to see your mother and father again? Together, we can bring them back. [In the mirror, Harry's parents appear in the reflection.]

Avery: Don't listen to him, Harry! [Quirrell pulled his wand out and tried to hex her] Expelliarmus! [his wand flew out his hand] Don't even try it arsehole.

"You were one powerful first year, Ms. Lupin." Moody complimented.

Voldemort: All I ask for is something in return. [Harry takes the Stone from his pocket.] That's it, Harry. 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!

[James and Lily Potter fade from the reflection]

Harry: You liar!

Voldemort: Kill him!

"No!" Lily, James, and Theo yelled. The future generation turned to Theo in confusion.

"What? I wasn't there! I didn't know about all of this!" Theo defended himself.

Avery: Harry!

[Under orders, Quirrell soars into the air and grabs hold of Harry with one hand on his throat. They fall to the steps, causing the Stone falls out of Harry's reach as Quirrell chokes him. Harry strains and squeaks. Suddenly, Harry puts his hand on Quirrell's hand in an attempt to get him off. Smoke furls from under his hand as Quirrell winces.]

Quirrell: Ahh! Ahh! [He backs up away from Harry. His hand is crumbling into ash and dust.] What is this magic? [His hand disintegrates]

Voldemort: Fool! Get the stone!

"Do that again!" Remus yelled.

Avery: Do that again!

[Quirrell walks forward towards Harry, who then touches his face with his hands, causing Quirrell to scream in pain, and especially Voldemort to wince. Harry looks on horrified as Quirrell backs up with his face horrendously burned. Quirrell crumbles as he walks forward, turning his body completely in ash and dust, and falls to the floor, leaving only his clothing. Harry gasps, as he looks at his own hands and hurries over to the stone. He picks it up and sighs. Avery rushes up to him and hugs him.]

Most students cooed at the cute
moment between the two lovers, before they became actual lovers.

"Such a cute couple." Mary swooned.

Avery: Merlin, Harry, how did you do that?!

Harry: I have no clue, love.

[However, from behind Avery, dust clouds form from Quirrell's corpse, causing Harry to push Avery out the way as the dust clouds with Voldemort's face rushes forward screaming and goes through Harry who also screams. Voldemort flies away, as Harry falls to the ground, unconscious. He holds the Stone in an outstretched hand.]

"What the hell just happened?!" James yelled in concern, holding onto a sobbing Lily.

Avery: Harry! [she rushes to him, checking over him. Snape and Dumbledore walked in.] Please, you have to help him.

Snape: Mobilicorpus! [Harry was lifted and floated out to the Hospital wing.]

Avery: [turns to Dumbledore] You really need to get better at picking out your staff.

The future generation snorts, "It's gets worse every year."

"Nope, third year was our best teacher." Harry stated, everyone nodded in agreement.

"Let me guess, we have to wait until the third movie?" Barty groaned.

"Ten points Slytherin!" Amara joked.

Dumbledore: I will take that advice under consideration, Ms. Lupin. [he curtly nods, she just rolls her eyes and walks past him to go to the hospital wing.]

"Man, she hates you Dumbles." Draco snorted.

[In the hospital wing the next day, Harry is lying in bed with his arm bandaged. He awakens, puts on his glasses, and sits up. There are cards and candy all over. Dumbledore approaches him.]

Dumbledore: Good afternoon, Harry. Ah. Tokens from your admirers?

Harry: Admirers? If they're not from Avery, I don't want them.

"Seriously?" Jasper muttered, then turned to his dad throwing a bread roll sat him.

"Merlin I didn't even get to say it— Bellatrix he already threw one!" Sirius complained as his cousin threw another roll at him.

Dumbledore: What happened down in the dungeons between you and Professor Quirrell is a complete secret, so, naturally, the whole school knows. [They both smile.] Ah, I see your friend Ronald has saved you the trouble of opening your Chocolate Frogs.

Harry: Ron was here? Is he all right? What about Hermione? Jasper? And Avery? [He sat up quickly] I need to see her.

Another round of cooing was heard.

"Yeah, expect a lot of that." Fred laughed.

"What? Him asking for Avery?" Natalie asked.

"To be more specific, Harry asking for Avery in the hospital wing." George concluded.

Dumbledore: Fine. They're all just fine. [Dumbledore pointed to the hospital bed next to Harry, showing a sleeping Avery] She has been here all night. Mr. Black forced her to go freshen up this morning, but it seems she came back.

"Yeah, after he literally dragged me out the bed and forced Ariel and Amara to help." Avery huffed.

Harry: But, what happened to the Stone?

Dumbledore: Relax, dear boy. The stone has been destroyed. My friend Nicholas and I had a little chat and agreed it was best all around.

Harry: But Flamel, he'll die, won't he?

Dumbledore: [sits on the bed.] He has enough Elixir to set his affairs in order. But yes, he will die.

Harry: How is it I got the Stone, sir? One minute I was staring in the mirror, and the next...

Dumbledore: Ah. You see, only a person who wanted to find the Stone, find it, but not use it, would be able to get it. That is one of my more brilliant ideas. And between you and me that's saying something.

Harry: Does that mean, with the Stone gone, I mean, that Voldemort can never come back?

Dumbledore: Ah, I'm afraid there are ways in which he can return. Harry, do you know why Professor Quirrell couldn't bear to have you touch him? [Harry shakes his head.] It was because of your mother. She sacrificed herself for you, and that kind of act leaves a mark.
[Harry touches his scar.] No, no, this kind of mark cannot be seen. It lives in your very skin.

Lily was sobbing, but had pride in herself knowing that even in death, she protected her son.

Harry: What is it?

Dumbledore: Love, Harry, love. Seems like Ms. Lupin understands that. [Pats Harry's head gently and stands up.] Ah. Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans. I was most unfortunate in my youth to come across a vomit flavored one, and since then I have lost my liking for them. But I think I could be safe with a nice toffee...[takes brown bean and eats it.] Mm. Alas. Earwax.

Gagging and disgusted sounds were heard.

"Should've gave him dog shit." Avery muttered.