So he knew. The feeling suddenly surged back into Harrys legs. He stumbled backward.

Dont be a fool, snarled the face. Better save your own life and join me or youll meet the same end as your parents They died begging me for mercy

LIAR! Harry shouted suddenly.

Quirrell was walking backward 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 neednt have died she was trying to protect you Now give me the Stone, unless you want her to have died in vain.


Harry sprang toward the flame door, but Voldemort screamed SEIZE HIM! and the next second, Harry felt Quirrells hand close on his wrist. At once, a needle sharp pain seared across Harrys 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 lessenedhe looked around wildly to see where Quirrell had gone, and saw him hunched in pain, looking at his fingersthey were blistering before his eyes.

Seize him! SEIZE HIM! shrieked Voldemort again, and Quirrell lunged, knocking Harry clean off his feet, landing on top of him, both hands around Harrys neckHarrys scar was almost blinding him with pain, yet he could see Quirrell howling in agony.

Master, I cannot hold himmy handsmy hands!

And Quirrell, though pinning Harry to the ground with his knees, let go of his neck and stared, bewildered, at his own palmsHarry 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 Harry, by instinct, reached up and grabbed Quirrells face


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

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 offthe pain in Harrys head was buildinghe couldnt seehe could only hear Quirrells terrible shrieks and Voldemorts yells of, KILL HIM! KILL HIM! and other voices, maybe in Harrys own head, crying, Harry! Harry!

He felt Quirrells arm wrenched from his grasp, knew all was lost, and fell into blackness, down down down

Something gold was glinting just above him. The Snitch! He tried to catch it, but his arms were too heavy.

He blinked. It wasnt the Snitch at all. It was a pair of glasses. How strange.


  1. A chill that had nothing to do with the iced champagne was stealing through Harrys chest.
  2. 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.
  3. A whistling in Harrys ear told him the Bludger had just missed him again; he turned right over and sped in the opposite direction.
  4. After a few minutes progress up the dark tunnel, a distant sound of slowly shifting rock reached Harrys ears.
  5. An odd, dreamy expression suddenly came over Hermiones face. She slowly raised a hand and ran her fingers through her hair.
  6. And Harrys feet left the floor to fall, seconds later, back onto the rug in front of Dumbledores desk.
  7. 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.
  8. And then, as his feeling of frustration peaked, his certainty leaked away.
  9. And to Harrys horror, a voice answered, and the voice seemed to come from Quirrell himself.
  10. And to Harrys horror, she withdrew from her pocket the list of names that had been pinned upon the Room of Requirements wall and handed it to Fudge.
  11. And to Harrys horror, Slughorn threw out an arm and seemed to scoop Snape out of thin air toward them.
  12. And when the creature spoke, it used Harrys mouth, so that in his agony he felt his jaw move.

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And to Harrys horror, a voice answered, and the voice seemed to come from Quirrell himself. | He blinked again. The smiling face of Albus Dumbledore swam into view above him.

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