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It's been about a week since Snape and I had our little talk after class. Ron, Hermione, and Harry managed to find out how to get Fluffy to let them passed the door, so they want to get down the trapdoor tonight. Deciding to tag along, because everything is caught up for my classes, and it beats being in my dorms all night. 

Getting into the room that Fluffy was at, we saw he was already asleep. Raising a brow as the harp in the room was playing I tilt my head slightly. 

"Snape's already been here, he's put a spell on the harp" 

"Come on!" 

Pushing the over sized paw from the trap door, we open it. 

"I'll go first. Don't follow until I give you a sign. If something bad happens, get yourselves out." Harry stops for a moment as the room got quiet. 

"Does it seem a bit quiet to you?" 

Before we could do anything more, a large drop of drool fell onto Ron's shoulder. 

"Yuck." he says before we look up to find Fluffy awake and looming over us. 

Jumping into the trapdoor as he starts barking and snapping at us, landing on a large mess of plants just below the trap door. Sitting there for a moment I blink slightly. 

"Lucky, this plant thing's here, really." 

Slithering vines came out of nowhere and started to restrain us, sighing gently I look at the other three. "This is Devil's Snare. Stop moving, and relax. Or it'll kill you faster." 

"Kill us faster? Oh, now I can relax!" 

Shaking my head gently, Hermione and I relax and fall through under the plant that still had Harry and Ron. 

"Hermione!" 

"(y/n)!" 

"NOw what are we gonna do?" 

"You two need to trust us, relax!" 

"Where are you two?" 

"Do what we say, trust us." 

Harry came through next, helping him up, Hermione tried to get Ron to calm down as he was screaming where all of us were. 

"He's not relaxing is he?"

"Apparently not." 

"What do we do?" 

"I'm thinking" I mutter as I put a hand in my hair as if scratching for an idea. "I got it!" 

Taking my wand out, I point it towards the Devil's snare where Ron is at. "Lumus Solem!" A large beam of light comes out of the end of my wand, the Devil's snare sounds as if it screeches and Ron comes through the plant. Looking up at us as I put my wand away. 

He stands up and looks at where he was just at. "Lucky we didn't panic."

Nudging his arm Harry spoke. "Lucky Hermione and (y/n) pay attention in Herbology." 

The four of us fall quiet for a moment, hearing what sounds like of a faint fluttering down the hall that was next to us. Following the noise slowly we get into a taller room, that has a bunch of keys flying around. 

"Which one do you think fits the door?" 

Shrugging slightly, Harry walks over to the broom.

"Is there one that doesn't belong with the others?" 

Pointing as Harry spots it. "There's one with a broken wing!" 

Watching Harry as he looks back at the broom that was floating in place. I raise a brow. "What is it Harry?" 

"It's too simple." 

"Oh, go on, Harry! If Snape could catch it on that old broomstick, you can." 

"We don't actually know if Snape is the one that came through that door, it could have been any teacher." 

"Stop defending him, it sounds like you like him." Punching Ron harder than earlier, he winces a little. "Well it does." 

"I don't care if you think it sounds like I like him, he deserves the benefit of the doubt. Sure he's odd but it doesn't matter. Everyone is in their own way. I'd be more worried about the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher." 

"Professor Quirrell? Why him?" 

"If Voldemort is supposed to be the ruler of the Dark Arts, why would he go with Snape?" 

"I've heard that Snape used to be the top of his Slytherin class, and used to be a Death Eater." 

"A Death Eater? What's that?" 

"We can talk about this later. We need to get moving." 

As soon as Harry got on the broomstick, all of the keys started to swarm him. Doing his best to swat them away he flies after the old key. Catching it as he's being chased by the key he throws it to Hermione. 

"Catch the key!" 

Once Hermione caught it, she unlocked the door. Rushing through the door Harry does a loop around the large center column in the room and comes back around. Flying through the door as he's being chased by the keys. Slamming the door closed behind him we jump away from the door slightly as the keys can be heard sticking into the door after they reach it. 

Turning around slowly there's a large wizard's chest that gets illuminated. Some of the large statue pieces were broken or incomplete. Making us have to be the pieces. 

"I don't like this, I don't like this at all."

"Where are we?"

 "A graveyard." 

"This is no graveyard. It's a chessboard." 

Stepping into the middle of the board with Ron, we see all of the pieces in their places. Broken statues on the outsides of the board. 

Harry points to the door on the other side "There's the door." 

Walking over to it, the pawns in front pull their swords out and block our way through. Backing from the pawns they sheath their swords. 

"Now what are we going to do?" 

"It's obvious isn't it? We've got to play our way across the room." Ron steps out from our row and looks at us. 

"Harry you'll be a bishop, Hermione you'll be the queen side castle. (y/n) you we'll both be knights." 

Nodding and going to our places slowly, I fiddle with my fingers on my sweater. This might not go over well. 

"What happens now?" 

"Well, white moves first, and then we play." 

Before anyone could say anything more, one of the white pawns moves out two spaces. Stopping on a black square. 

Hermione spoke up after it was done moving. "Ron you don't suppose this is going to be like real Wizard's chess do you?" 

He points to a pawn. "You there D5!" 

The pawn moves out, taking its spot diagonally to the original white pawn, the white pawn unsheathes it's swords and smashes the other pawn. 

"I think that's a yes." 

"This is going to be exactly like wizard's chess." 

Gulping gently I shake my head. What did I let you three get me into? I could have been in bed, sleeping but no I had to tag along. If I die to a chessboard I swear I'll haunt you three forever. 

After about an hour of dust and rubble being thrown everywhere, the white queen takes out a rook, turning back to face our end of the board. All of us still in our spot from the beginning. 

"You understand now don't you?" 

Looking at Ron he gives a slight frown. 

"Ron don't!" 

"I have to, when I move the white queen will take me, then Harry can put the king in check." 

"Harry you have to be the one to go on, not me, not (y/n), not Hermione. You." 

Harry shakes his head as Hermione yells at Ron. "There's gotta be another way!" 

"There isn't. We don't have another way." 

"Knight to H3." 

His statue starts to move, going a few spaces up and one over to the left, being on the edge of the board. He mumbles a simple 'check' before the queen starts to turn and slowly slide over. 

Stopping in front of him, the fear in Ron's eyes. The queen picks up her sword and stabs the horse. Ron screams and falls off of the horse, smacking onto the chessboard. 

Hermione goes to check on him, only for us to stop her. "We're still playing, you can't move." 

Harry walks over to the king, and looks up at it. "Checkmate!" 

The sword from the king's statue falls out from under its hands, clanging onto the floor. After being sure nothing else was going to move and we won the game, all of us went over to check on Ron. 

"Take Ron and go to the owlery, send a message to Dumbledore. Ron's right I have to go on." 

Looking at him slightly. "I'll go with you, Hermione can take Ron by herself." 

"No you don't need to-." 

"I'm not asking, Potter." 

He looks at me for a moment, nodding gently. 

"You two will be okay, you're good wizard's." 

Nodding gently as we head down the next room, making our way down the steps. Being this far under the castle everything was cold. When we get to the end of the room, the mirror is there from earlier Harry holds his scar for a moment. Professor Quirrell is in front of the mirror, he turns around as we get into the light. 

"You? No it can't ne. Snape he was the-" 

"Yes, he does seem the type, doesn't he? Next to him who would suspect the poor, stuttering Professor Quirrell?" 

Nudging Harry I looked at him, "I told you it wasn't Snape." 

"During that day, during the Quidditch match, Snape tried to kill me." 

"No dear boy, I tried to kill you! 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." 

"Snape was trying to save me?" 

"I knew you were a danger to me right from the start. Especially after Halloween." 

"I told you someone let the troll in, and it wasn't Snape." 

"Very good, yes." 

"Unfortunately, Snape wasn't fooled. When everyone else was running about the dungeon, he went to the 3rd floor to head me off.  He, of course never trusted me again. He rarely left me alone, but he doesn't understand. I'm never alone." 

"You deserve it. And everything else that happens to you after today." 

As Quirrell turns towards the mirror, Harry holds his scar again. Putting my hand on his shoulder, I look at him. He glances at me before we both look at Professor Quirrell. 

"Now what does this mirror do? I see what I desire, I see my self holding the Stone. But how do I get it?" 

Hearing a voice that came from no where, we look around. "Use the boy." Quirrell turns to get Harry to walk over to him. 

"Come here, Potter! Now!" 

Grabbing Harry's arm as he starts to move down the steps. "I don't think it's a good idea." 

He nods gently, giving a small smile. "I'll be okay." 

Letting him go slowly, he walks down in front of the mirror with Quirrell. 

"Tell me what do you see?" 

Harry grabs for his pocket, something was in it. 

"What is it? What do you see?" 

"I-I'm shaking hands with Dumbledore. I've won the house cup." 

The strange voice comes back. "He lies." 

"Tell the truth! What do you see?" 

The snake sounding voice comes back. "Let me speak to him." 

"Master, you are not strong enough." 

"I have strength enough for this." 

Harry starts backing towards me again, and I pull him closer as we watch Quirrell unwrap his head. With his back to the mirror, he takes off the purple headdress and reveals a face on the back of his head. 

The face opens it's eyes and looks at us. "Harry Potter. We meet again." 

"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." 

Harry and I turn to run, only for Voldemort to yell, stop him. Quirrell snaps his fingers and the room lights up with fire. A wall of it blocking our escape. Turning around I narrow my eyes at the two.

"Don't be a fool, why suffer a horrific death? When you can join me and live?" 

"Never!"

I growled. "I would rather die than join the likes of you!" 

He laughs at us as he watches us in the mirror. "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. All I ask is for something in return." Harry pulls out the Stone in his pocket.

Harry looks up, amazed that it can be done. "Harry don't it's a trick." 

"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!" 

"You liar!" 

"Kill him!" 

Professor Quirrell flies over to Harry, knocking him down. Harry drops the stone and has it just outside of his reach. Before I can do anything I'm thrown into a wall and knocked out as I land on the steps.