And to Harrys horror, a voice answered, and the voice seemed to come from Quirrell himself.

Use the boy Use the boy

Quirrell rounded on Harry.

YesPottercome here.

He clapped his hands once, and the ropes binding Harry fell off. Harry got slowly to his feet.

Come here, Quirrell repeated. Look in the mirror and tell me what you see.

Harry walked toward him.

I must lie, he thought desperately. I must look and lie about what I see, thats all.

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

He saw his reflection, 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 pocketand as it did so, Harry felt something heavy drop into his real pocket. Somehowincrediblyhed gotten the Stone.

Well? said Quirrell impatiently. What do you see?

Harry screwed up his courage.

I see myself shaking hands with Dumbledore, he invented. IIve won the house cup for Gryffindor.

Quirrell cursed again.

Get out of the way, he said. As Harry moved aside, he felt the Sorcerers Stone against his leg. Dare he make a break for it?

But he hadnt walked five paces before a high voice spoke, though Quirrell wasnt moving his lips.

He lies He lies

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!

I have strength enough for this

Harry felt as if Devils Snare was rooting him to the spot. He couldnt move a muscle. Petrified, he watched as Quirrell reached up and began to unwrap his turban. What was going on? The turban fell away. Quirrells head looked strangely small without it. Then he turned slowly on the spot.

Harry would have screamed, but he couldnt make a sound. Where there should have been a back to Quirrells head, there was a face, 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.

Harry tried to take a step backward but his legs wouldnt move.

See what I have become? the face said. Mere shadow and vapor I have form only when I can share anothers body but there have always been those willing to let me into their hearts and minds Unicorn blood has strengthened me, these past weeks 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 why dont you give me that Stone in your pocket?


  1. A bright silver light appeared right ahead of him, moving through the trees. Whatever the source, it was moving soundlessly. The light seemed simply to drift toward him.
  2. A chill that had nothing to do with the iced champagne was stealing through Harrys chest.
  3. A cold male voice rang across the courtroom.
  4. A vivid image of the shrieking, spitting portrait of Siriuss mother that hung in the hall of number twelve, Grimmauld Place flashed into Harrys mind. I bet there has, he said.
  5. A whistling in Harrys ear told him the Bludger had just missed him again; he turned right over and sped in the opposite direction.
  7. After a few minutes progress up the dark tunnel, a distant sound of slowly shifting rock reached Harrys ears.
  8. All Harry could think of doing was to keep Quirrell talking and stop him from concentrating on the mirror.
  9. And Harrys feet left the floor to fall, seconds later, back onto the rug in front of Dumbledores desk.
  10. And something vast, green, and glittering erupted from the patch of darkness Harrys eyes had been struggling to penetrate; it flew up over the treetops and into the sky.
  11. And then, out of nowhere, the pain in his scar peaked. As he clutched his forehead and closed his eyes, a voice screamed inside his head.

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All Harry could think of doing was to keep Quirrell talking and stop him from concentrating on the mirror. | So he knew. The feeling suddenly surged back into Harrys legs. He stumbled backward.

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