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Notes: And here it is, the last chapter. So, should I continue this for the Chamber of Secrets or just leave it at this? Harry doesn't go home for any holidays of course, so the beginning would have to be very different ...

And here it is, the last chapter. So, should I continue this for the Chamber of Secrets or just leave it at this? Harry doesn't go home for any holidays of course, so the beginning would have to be very different ... Harry No. 5 and the Philosopher's Stone

Chapter 17: The Man with Two Faces

"Professor Quirrel?" Harry asked.

"What the?" Professor Quirrel shot around.

"Professor Snape is working for You-Know-Who," Harry said. "We thought he was here to steal the stone."

Professor Quirrel laughed.

"Severus? Oh no, not him, I ..."

"Make use of the boy! Don't tell him!" another voice came from Quirrel even though his lips weren't moving.

This was spooky. Harry drew back, but Quirrel grabbed him by the arm and pulled him in front of a very familiar looking mirror. And yes, there they were again just like last time. He smiled, forgetting his fear over the joy of seeing them again.

"I see my parents," he reported dutifully when Quirrel asked. "There is my father and there is my mother. And I think that there between them is me. I'm sixteen and I'm meeting my parents. And they are all happy to meet me. And there is Dudley. He is sixteen, too. And he is talking to a woman and a man. I don't know who they are."

"Who the fuck is Dudley?" asked Professor Quirrel's normal voice.

"Don't think about being sixteen," yelled Professor Quirrel's other voice. "Forget about your parents! Think about the stone!"

"I don't care about the stone," said Harry honestly. "I care about my parents. You-Know-Who killed my parents and You-Know-Who wants the stone. I want to see my parents."

Quirrel pulled him away.

"You can see your parents when Lord Voldemort has the stone," he promised in his normal voice.

"I did not kill you parents," said Quirrel's other voice. "That is a lie."

It continued to speak, Harry thought, but he couldn't hear it over his own screams because he had just realised that somehow Quirrel was possessed by You-Know-Who and they were trying to trick him into stealing the stone for them. He screamed and struggled to get out of Quirrel's grip until finally Professor Dumbledore arrived and rescued him.

"Yes Harry, Voldemort has lost his body, you see," the headmaster explained later in the hospital wing where Madame Pomfrey had checked Harry for injuries. "And is now reduced to possessing others to be able to affect the world around him."

"Is Professor Quirrel really dead?" Harry asked a little frightenedly.

"I'm afraid so," Dumbledore confirmed. "But remember that he drank the unicorn blood for Voldemort. His life was cursed. It was probably the best for him to die. Death is not really so terrible a thing, Harry."

But Harry didn't really understand anything about death and he was very glad when Dumbledore left and he was allowed to see his friends. Ron had a bandage over his head, but assured him that he was fine and the others were all unharmed.

Later that day Hagrid came to see Ron and confessed to them that he had told Quirrel how to get past Fluffy.

"He must have been that mysterious masked man I got Norbert from," he explained sobbing. "Oh, if only I'd never gone to the pub for a drink!"

Harry and Hermione patted his shoulders and told him that they forgave him and were sure that it had been an honest mistake, but somehow it didn't work as well on Hagrid as it did when a nurse or teacher did it to a student.

A few days later at the leaving feast everything was decorated to celebrate Slytherin's victory in the house cup, but then the headmaster got up and awarded fifty points each to Harry Ron and Hermione for their bravery suddenly putting Gryffindor in the lead.

Dumbledore clapped his hands and the decorations changed to Gryffindor colours.

Harry was delighted and enjoyed the feast thoroughly. Only afterwards when he met up with his Slytherin friends to say good night and Gregory said: "But we went to protect the stone, too. Why didn't we get any points?" did he realise that perhaps it wasn't such a wonderful feast after all.

"He always favours the Gryffindors," Draco said bitterly. "He was one himself, you see."

"Never mind," said Harry. "At least we six all know Slytherins are awfully brave, too."