I wanted to sneak in and get the drop on him, but he- rather his 'master' seemed to have discovered my entry as he turned towards me from the Mirror of Erised that he was staring into, with a ghastly smile taking a small bow, "Expectong someone else Mr.Potter? Not expecting p-p-p-poor p-p-p-p-pathetic s-s-stuttering Quirrell did you?" I just gave a snort in amusement, I knew it was you all along. And your stuttering is so fake, even Dumbledore had to take a vacation to laugh his hat off."
Quirrell glared at me and retorted, "Dumbledore is gone because I sent him away! He will not be here to save you. By the time he arrives to save you-"
"Wait wait wait! Why would I need saving? I'm not here to confront you. Nor am I here to confront the Legendary Dark Lord. Greetings Good sir." I made a small bow to Quirrel who looked like he had been bitch-slapped. "You sensed me boy. I commend you for that feat. Even the 'great' Dumbledore himself was fooled. Reveal me, I shall speak to the boy, myself. Face to face. He seems to be more useful than you at the very least." A hiss emanated from his head as Quirrell turned his back to me with a bitter face and removed his turban, revealing the monstrosity of Voldemort lbs ugly mug.
"The old fool isn't what he used to be. But that aside. Welcoming back to the living Dark Lord." I said giving him a nod. The face gave me a scrutinizing look and I suddenly felt something hammer on my mental defences trying to force their way through. Thankfully the hammering stopped and I winced as it did hurt a lot, "Ouch! Now that was unpleasant. I would hate to be on the receiving side when you were in your prime." I commented chuckling to ease the tension I was feeling, for myself.
"You do not fear me. You are not angry at your parents demise by my hands. You have excellent command over magic and could fight a full grown wizard. Commendable. Why?" He hissed aswalked towards the Mirror and faced it. I just gave a shrug as I took a seat on the steps leading the the centre of the room. "They were weak, so they died. It has nothing to do with me. I became strong through my own effort and my own mind, so I will live. I hardly knew them, so why would I be angry at you? They were the ones who were weak. I always go by the rules of the Jungle- The strong eats the weak. It is as simple as that."
"Be that as it may. It does not tell me why you have come here. Why you had approached ME? The greatest Dark Lord of the Century!" Quirrell pointed his wand at me and I was tied in thick ropes, binding me and restricting my movement. I did not even budge and looked mighty confused trying throw him off his game, "You do know that the Dark Lord is infinitely more powerful than me right? Why would I come here just to get killed?"
I made myself comfortable and leaned against a pillar, "There. Now that's more comfortable. I came here seeking the Dark Lord's help." This caught Two-face's attention, "You seek my help? And what would you give me in return?" I smiled lightly at the sucker who fell for it, "I have the means to enter and exit the Hogwarts grounds without alerting Dumbledore. No one knows of this secret passageway except me. Oh and perhaps the dark artifacts of both the Potter and Black vault. If you are interested."
He was silent for a few seconds before he replied, "What do you need boy?"
"I am very glad you asked, Dark Lord. It is very simple. Money. Money to grow and prosper. Money to become more powerful. I know that the Philosopher's stone can do two things, grant immortality and transmute anything into gold. I do not want immortality. It is a hefty thing to bear and is reserved for the most prestigious and powerful like yourself. I simplely need enough gold to live a comfortable life." I could see the distaste in his sneer as he looked away now a little uninterested.
"I am sorry to be a disappointment to your expectations my Lord, but I will do, what I need to do to survive in this blasted world. And the first thing I do is to get rid of Dumbledore. I have discovered that he has been constantly stealing from mine and a few other war orphans' bank accounts." How the lies just flow from my teeth... I got so used to lying that it comes naturally to me and I feel proud about it.
"Why shouldn't I kill you right now?" He asked venomously, his temper shooting up due to me wasting his time. "Because I know how to extract the stone from the mirror. Dumbledore told me how."
There was a sudden silence as Quirrell's body froze and he looked at me in shock. After a hiss from Voldemort, Quirrell freed me from the rope. I walked in front of the mirror and stood peering at the surface. My reflection stared back at me before the image dissolved and in front of me was an 20 year old version of myself laying on top of a bed, riding my cock was Professor Sinestra- wearing nothing but her wishes hat, her fat chocolate ass jigling from the movement. An the bed was surrounded by piles and piles of Galleons.
I saw my reflection stand up and pull out before plunging it down her throat and creamed inside her. I gulped at the image, my little general, standing in attention in my pants, from the free porn I was watching. My older version reflection waved his hand started flying out of the room, unaided, when the scene dissolved, when I felt a weight in my pant pocket, rubbing against my littl3 brother. And just like that it was back to my own standard reflection staring back at me with a bit of red in my cheeks. Okay..... I might have some unresolved issues. But most importantly, I found out what I truly desire. Sex, Money and Power. Not in that particular order. Wow.... I never Norwegian I was one of those generic bastards... so utterly predictable. *sigh*
I felt the lump in my pants.... ahem. Anyway, I figured that I was eligible to get the stone. I did want the stone, but did not know how to use it so I technically did not want to use it. I would just give it off to someone, only hopeful if they could give me some gold in return. I had met the condition stated forth by Dumbledore in the book, "Those who want the stone and not going to use it, shall get the stone." Get it? Technicalities.
I took the smooth but jagged gem like stone and showed it to Quirrell, "See? I told you, I would be useful. I'm pretty sure I'm more useful than Quirrell over here. Don't you think so, my lord?" I said smirking at Quirrel's reddening face. "It does seem like it. But enough of this nonsense. Now, Give me the stone boy." I walked up to him and brought the stone forward to him.
My other hand shot up and grabbed his face, which he immediately swatted me and pushed me away with magic. I was slammed against the wall and my breath was knocked out of my lungs, feeling as if my inside were burning. I tried to stand up to defend myself, but realized it was not needed.
Quirrell's face, where I had grabbed him was burning and turning into ash as his hands that he used to push me away physically and magically were starting to burn and crumble due to the physical contact with me. I had one shot. One opportunity to seize the moment and I took it. I slowly got up, my knees weak, arms were heavy. I felt like vomiting my spaghetti breakfast already.
I might have looked like a nervous wreck but inside I was calm and ready to drop a Bombarda on him. Quirrell opened his mouth, but the words didn't come out and he is choking now, on his closed airways. "Time's up. It's over for you Voldemorte. Snap back to reality... oh! There he goes." I witnessed him slowly crumbling onto himself, his destroyed hands half raised trying to grab me even in his last moments. He finally died, completely dissolving into ash, only his clothes remained.
I picked up the stone and pocketed it, just before Volde-ghost rose from the ashes rushing at me. I dodged it... twice... thrice, and then it just gave up and flew away screaming in rage and agony. I was lucky the protection magic Lily Potter had cast over me still worked. Even if I had taken over her son's body.