Sooooooo. I feel like I should apologize. With QLFC going on and everything, I really haven't the time to pay attention to this story. But now, I literally have no excuse because I am going to start a gigantic multi-chap, so I decided that I should just finish up this story to give you guys some completion. Now, ON WITH THE SHOW.

Laughter and words carried around the hall, the students were all gathered in the Great Hall, waiting to watch Harry Potter's memories. The Goblet flared a blue, and the hall became deathly quiet. A blue flame stretched out lazily and touched the top of Harry's head. It then withdrew back into the goblet.

Blue flames stretched out, and creeped out onto the sides of the walls, engulfing the whole hall in blue flames. A scene appeared before everyone. They were in a hall that was unfamiliar. In front of them was a mirror. They stepped forward, only to see a man that many fourth years and above knew as Professor Quirrel.

"Didn't think that you would find me here, didn't you?" Quirrel said, smirking.

"I thought is was Snape! What are you doing here?" Harry replied.

"You see, that is where you are wrong, it was me all along, I let the troll in, all to help my master, Lord Voldemort, back to power." Quirrel replied, "And now, I will destroy you."

Harry pulled out his wand. "I won't let you!"

"Foolish boy, you think that you can beat me in a fight?" Quirrel said, laughing. Then he turned around, staring into the mirror, "I can see the stone master, and I'm presenting it to you, but I just can't seem to actually get it."

"Use the boy," a deep raspy voice said.

Quirrel turned around to a terrified eleven year old Harry. "You, boy! Get over here, and stand here, and tell me what you see."

Harry stood in front of the mirror. He saw himself winking, and pocketing a blood red stone that glinted in the light. Harry contained a gasp as he felt something the size of a small rock slip into his pocket.

"Well, boy? What do you see?" Quirrel asked.

"I, I see myself with my parents, they're smiling at me! I think they're proud!" Harry said, smiling. The whole Great Hall gasped, Harry Potter had just lied to the Dark Lord!

"The boy lies," The deep raspy voice said. "Show me to him! Show him my face!"

"But.. my lord! You are not strong enough!" Quirell said.

"Silence! Show me his face!."

With trembling hands, Quirrel unwrapped the turban on top of his head and turned around. A horrible visage faced Harry, and the entire Great Hall. "Harry Potter," The face said. "Give the stone to me and you will achieve greatness that you have never imagined before!"

"No," Harry said. "I won't give it to the likes of you!"

The visage twisted it's face into an ugly scowl. "Seize him!"

Quirrel turned around and grabbed Harry's arm, attempting to subdue him. But as soon as he did, his entire hand burned, and he let out a scream. Harry realized this and took his hands, putting it on Quirrel's face. Quirrel screamed in agony until his body crumbled into ashes. Harry fell onto the ground, tired. He stared at his hands as if he had never seen it before. The wraith of Voldemort escaped, passing through Harry in the process. The whole Great Hall let out a collective shiver as they felt Voldemort go through Harry.

The blue faded, and the Great Hall came into view again. Everyone looked at each other in disbelief. Harry had gone through that when he was eleven? What about the Basilisk? The fiasco with Sirius Black. That was when everyone realized that Harry was over-qualified to be the champion of Hogwarts.

They left the Great Hall dazed at what they had just saw.

I know, short, but I feel like that one memory alone is enough. I mean come on, Harry lied to the freaking DARK LORD.