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"But... But... Why?! Why are you doing this?!" I screamed, feeling a headache that came from both my scar and the confused thoughts I was having
"Why? Do you really want to know Harry?" Quirrell asked me, and even though I felt like yelling at him to stop calling me Harry, I knew I shouldn't piss him off, as people tend to talk more and attack less when you let them dictate the conversation, something I I learned from my uncle.
"The answer is obvious Harry, I'm doing this because I want to!" he proclaimed, opening his arms and looking at me with a big smile, and only at this moment did I notice his red eyes.
But it seems that was at that moment that everything clicked in my mind.
"You... You're not Quirrell... You're Voldemort!" I stated, earning an even bigger smile from Quirr... no, from Voldemort.
"Hehehe" he chuckled, and I felt a chill run down my back.
"But... You should be dead and..." I then stopped talking as I remembered the fact that the wizarding authorities never found Voldemort's body at the scene of his supposed death, they only found his clothes, and that there were few people who suspected he was still alive, "You didn't die, you just didn't have a body... But this body belongs to..." I started to mutter, only to be interrupted by Voldemort.
"Oh, this body? It belonged to one of my servants, or should I say ex-servant now... Well, the important thing is that he gave me this body in these last moments. Before I had to share the body with him, and now this body is all mine, but this is temporary" he said, and I realized that Quirrell was probably, or will be, dead, whether Voldemort is expelled from his body or not.
"But you know one thing Harr—"
Seeing Voldemort started talking again, I took the moment to throw a rock I'd picked up earlier at him, trying to buy time so I could grab my wand.
It took me a while to get my wand out of my pocket, but once I did, Voldemort quickly cast a spell that disarmed me. He then waved his wand again, and I began to levitate in the air, feeling an invisible force grip my body.
"Tsk, Tsk... You interrupted me Harry. I was hoping your parents had taught you to have a minimum of politeness" he said to me with disdain and amusement, and I glared at him.
"Don't you dare talk about my paren—Argh!" the invisible force that was holding my body began to tighten, causing me to scream as I felt my body being crushed.
"Don't yell Harry, I won't hurt you, because I need you to get the stone for me" Voldemort said to me, and ignoring the pain my body was feeling, I looked at him confused.
"You see, Dumbledore may be a senile old man, but he still has his tricks" Voldemort began, "He has somehow placed the stone in the mirror, and for some reason I can't get it, but now I have you here, and maybe you are the key for me to get the stone" he said, and I immediately looked at him with wide eyes.
He then levitated me to the front of the mirror, but in order not to give him what he wanted I quickly turned my face to the side, intending not to look in the mirror.
I then felt Voldemort approaching me from behind, with him looking at his reflection in the mirror. He saw that I had my face turned away trying to avoid looking at myself in the mirror, and he immediately understood what I was doing. He then reached out to force my face forward.
"Look in the mirror Harr— Argh!" only then did I hear a scream of pain from Voldemort, at the same time as a horrible smell of burning flesh wafted through the air.
I don't know what or how Voldemort was hurt, but it seems the pain took away his concentration as I immediately found myself freed from the invisible force that held me back.
Falling to the ground and looking back, I saw Voldemort holding his hand against his chest as black smoke rose from his hand. I then also saw my wand beside him, not too close and not too far away.
Knowing I wouldn't get another chance, and seeing that he was still holding his hand as he groaned in pain, I decided to enjoy this moment.
I then quickly ran towards my wand, only for Voldemort to recover and look at me with a maddened, hateful look on his face.
"What did you do to me Potter!?" he yelled, advancing towards me.
I had my hands outstretched, almost reaching for my wand, but as soon as I was only a few inches away from reaching it, Voldemort managed to grab my arm, pulling me to him.
"Tell me, WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME!?" he yelled in fury with his face inches from mine, and in panic, I pushed his face away with my hand.
"Aahh!"
"Argh!"
As soon as my hand touched his face I felt a burning sensation in the palm of my hand, and even though it wasn't very painful, it still scared me.
And Voldemort, who was holding me, ended up releasing me, while putting both his hands on his face, screaming in pain. And I could see some black smoke rising from between his hands.
He stopped screaming then, and with his hands still on his face he turned to look at me through his fingers, and I didn't even need to see his face to see that he was furious.
"Potter…" he growled angrily, pulling his hand away from his face, leaving me to see a half-burned face, with many parts still burning and smoking.
"I WILL KILL YOU!!" he then yelled at me with his red eyes glowing with hate. And immediately after he screamed he threw himself on top of me, and again in a panic I put my hands on his face and neck to defend myself.
And again like the other times, as soon as my hand touched his skin I felt a burning sensation, which was nothing compared to what Voldemort must have been feeling as his face started to burn again, causing him to pull away from me.
I looked down at my hands, seeing the palms red and hot, before shifting my gaze to Voldemort who was writhing in pain.
Knowing what I needed to do, I didn't give Voldemort a chance to attack me again, and immediately jumped on top of him, placing my hands on his exposed skin.
"AHHH!" he then started screaming, trying desperately to get me off him, but I held on tight, holding his face and ignoring the pain coming from my scar.
"LET ME GO POTTER!" he yelled, but I ignored him.
I then saw that even though I was just touching his face, the rest of his body also started to burn, with him releasing black smoke everywhere.
"Stop Potter, please..." just as I was about to gloat over the fact that I was beating Voldemort, I heard Quirrell's wail, and looking at the face I was holding I saw a burnt face that was looking at me in pain, and that was no longer Voldemort's face, but rather Quirrell's face.
At that moment, I didn't know what to think. I knew this could be another scheme of Voldemort's, but even so, I knew I couldn't kill Quirrell.
I then started to slowly pull my hands away from his face, shaking as I looked at his suffering face.
But just as I was about to walk away, who I thought was Quirrell was actually still Voldemort, who threw himself at me again, grabbing my arms and leaving me helpless.
"YOU BASTARD!'!" he yelled, and I started to panic. But I noticed that even without my hand touching him he was still burning.
"I WILL MAKE YOU PAY FOR THIS!!" Voldemort said to me, but before he could do anything he was sent flying across the room.
"You won't do anything while I'm here, Tom" I then heard a voice that brought great relief to me.
"Dumbledore" Voldemort growled, looking at the Headmaster who was the one who took him off me.
"Are you okay Harry?" the Headmaster asked me, still with his wand pointing at Voldemort.
"I... I think so" I replied, getting up slowly and moving to the Headmaster's side.
"DIE!!" Voldemort, who wasn't acting rationally, yelled, pulling out his wand and trying to cast a spell, emphasis on trying, for as soon as he waved his wand he dropped it and started holding onto his hand as he screamed in pain.
And it was at that moment that I noticed that Voldemort's hand, and practically his entire arm, was black and burnt, not unlike the rest of his body.
He then began to scream in pain, bending over as he grabbed his arm.
Voldemort then began to writhe, with more and more black smoke rising from him, and in a moment he doubled back as he gave the loudest cry of pain I'd ever heard.
Then I saw, before my eyes, as his body began to crack and crumble, until there was nothing left but dust.
As soon as Quirrell's entire body was reduced to ash, I collapsed to the floor while breathing heavily, feeling a hellish headache, especially around my scar.
But before I could breathe a sigh of relief, I saw a black smoke rise from Quirrell's charred body. That smoke then roared at me before rushing forward and passing through my body, ignoring the spell the Headmaster cast on it.
As soon as this black smoke passed through my body I felt myself getting weaker, and the last thing I saw was black smoke coming out of a small crack in the room and the Headmaster running towards me, before everything went dark.
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(End AN: Yes my friends, I watched The Batman, and I have to say that this movie lived up to my expectations and even exceeded them.
I can't find any major flaws in the film. Whether it's the actors or the set, they're all wonderful.
I felt that Bruce's relationship with Alfred at the beginning of the movie was a little weird, as it looked more like a teenager's tantrum with his stepfather than the boss and butler relationship we were used to seeing, but the other scenes of two together showed that they developed the rest of their relationship well.
I can say that I'm happy to live at this time when so many hero movies are being released.
Thank you Marvel and DC!
Hope you enjoyed the chapter!)