Sorry for the wait. My senior year just started and it's super busy. Anyway, here's the next chapter!

Crimson Tide, known to her peers as Sally, sat atop a tower looking at the sea. She felt a presence behind her and reached for her knife but stopped when she heard a voice. "Relax Crimson, it's me."

Sally sighed and let go of her knife, returning to staring out the tower at the sea, her arms wrapped around her knees. "What is it Wanda?"

Wanda chuckled and sat down next to her. "I came to see what's wrong." She held up a hand to stop Sally's protests. "Don't deny it. You've been strange since you killed the Flamels. You're deep in thought all the time, you talk even less then usual, your grades are dropping, somethings up. Now talk."

Sally glared at the fourth year girl. "If you weren't my best friend I would definitely kill you."

Wanda laughed "Yeah yeah. You'd definitely try. And fail. Now what's wrong?"

Sally looked down. "It's that boy. The one with the Flamels. You know how my report said that I fought him but he escaped? Well that was a lie. I beat him. I had him pinned to the ground and my knife to his throat. Then I looked in his eyes." Sally turned to look at the girl beside her. "I felt something tugging at my brain. A memory. Something from my childhood. It was-"

She froze when she felt Wanda's hand on her shoulder. She turned to look at the older girl who looked serious. "Sally this is serious. Do you know what the boss would do to you if she found out? The only reason you're aloud to attend Durmstrang is because they think you can't remember anything. If they find out you remembered something and refused to kill a target, you'll end up like the Winter Soldier."

Sally shuddered and thought about her teacher. Having his memories wiped constantly to keep him as the perfect assassin. She looked at Wanda and fear crossed her normally emotionless face. "What do I do?"

Wanda pulled her into a hug. "Forget about the whole thing. HYDRA is dangerous Sal. I don't wanna loose you."

Sally nodded as her friend hugged her but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't get the image of that emerald eyed boy out of her head.

"Glad you could join us Potter." Quirrell said, his eyes not leaving the mirror. He snapped his fingers and before Harry could react, chains had sprung up and wrapped around his body. "Now, how do I get this stone? I see myself presenting it to my master but how do I get it?"

Harry tried to move a little to the side to see the mirror when a high, cold voice rang out around the room.

"Use the boy."

Quirrell nodded. "Yes. Come here boy!" The chains vanished and Harry was grabbed roughly and forced in front of the mirror. He was about to speak when he froze.

In the mirror was him, looking about twenty standing there. Beside him was a woman his age with long red hair and emerald eyes, holding a one year old boy with red hair and emerald eyes. Both smiled at him. Between them were two children, twin girls with long black hair and emerald eyes who looked about three. The redheaded woman pulled out a blood colored stone. She tossed it a few times and winked at the young Harry with a teasing smile before slipping it into the older Harry's pocket. At the same time, Harry felt a weight drop into his pocket.

"Well boy? What do you see!" Quirrell demanded.

"I- I see myself. I'm shaking hands with Dumbledore. I won the house cup." Harry said, making it up off the top of his head.

"Tell the truth!" Quirrell yelled before the voice spoke again.

"Let me speak to him Quirrell."

"But master you are not strong enough!" Quirrell whimpered.

"I am strong enough for this."

Harry stepped back in horror and watched as Quirrell turned around and slowly unwrapped his turban. On the back of his head was a snake-like face with crimson eyes.

"Hello again, Harry Potter. Shame your sister couldn't make it. I would have preferred the complete set."

Harry narrowed his eyes at the face. "Voldemort."

The face chuckled. "My my Harry, why such hostility? We don't have to fight. Join me and together, we will be unstoppable. We can even bring back your sister Sally."

Harry froze."You can bring her back?" He asked, walking slowly towards Voldemort. The face laughed.

"Yes Harry. I can. She'll be safe and sound."

Harry nodded. "Yes, that sounds amazing. There's just one problem. You can kill dozens of innocents, kill my parents, try to kill me-" He pulled out his knife and plunged it straight into Voldemort's face and into the back of Quirrells head. "But you tried to kill my Sally. And that's not something I can forgive." Both Quirrell and Voldemort screamed in pain as Quirrell collapsed to the ground, dead. A shade rose from the body and flew out of the chamber.

Harry turned to the mirror and gave the occupants a tired sigh. "I'm sorry Sal." He said before collapsing to the ground and blacking out.

Harry gazed out the window as the train slowed. It was the train ride back and he couldn't get his mind off the mirror and what Voldemort had said. Could Voldemort have really done it? Bring his sister back? He didn't even know if she was alive or dead.

"Moping is bad for your health you know."

Harry turned and stuck his tongue out at Su. Neville and Tracy looked at him with worry. They didn't know what had gone down between Harry and Voldemort, but they knew that he had been quiet ever since.

Neville nudged him lightly with his foot. "We're almost there. You sure you'll be alright for the summer mate?"

Harry paused and looked out the window at the platform. Natasha and Steve were standing towards the back of the platform looking inconspicuous. Harry thought of his upcoming summer with the two and smiled. He turned to Neville and nodded. "Yeah don't worry about me. I'll be fine." And he would be, because Harry knew that no matter what happened, they would be with him all the way.