Chapter 13: The Man with Two Faces

“Talking”

‘Thinking’

- Mind-link -

“You!” gasped Harry, Quirrel smirked, he didn’t look nervous at all anymore. “Yes, it’s me” He said calmly “I wondered when I was going to met you here, Potter, and your pathetic friends”

“But we thought… Snape…” started Yami completely confused “Severus?” Quirrel started to laugh; it wasn’t the normal fearful giggle but a cold and sharp mocking laugher. “He sounds like Bakura…” Yami said getting a glare from said tomb robber.

“Yes, Severus seems just like the type doesn’t he? It’s been good having him walk around like a big bat! With such a scary guy, who would suspect p-poor s-s-stuttering p-professor Quirrel?”

Harry and the yamis couldn’t believe it, it was impossible!

“But Snape tried to kill him!” said Yami pointing at Harry “no, no, no. I tried to kill him! Your albino friend there just accidentally pushed me so that I broke my eye contact! A few moments more and I had thrown him off the broom! I would have done it earlier if not Snape kept saying the counter spell!”

“Snape tried to save me?” asked Harry surprised.

“Of course!” said Quirrel cold. “Why do you think he insisted at being judge at your next game? He wanted to make sure I didn’t try throwing you off your broom again. Kinda funny, waste of time, with Dumbledore there then I couldn’t do a thing, the other teachers thought he wanted to be judge to make sure his team didn’t lose. He got very unpopular there… Oh, what a waste when I’m going to kill you all tonight!”

Quirrel snapped his finger and out of no where ropes appeared and tied them all up “Your too curious and that’s why you and your friends have to die Potter, you could have catched me with lurking around at Halloween” said Quirrel.

“It was you! You let the troll in!” gasped Yami.

“Yes. Believe it or not but I got a special gift when it comes to trolls, you already seen what I did with the big guy in the other room, right? But when everybody ran around to catch the troll Snape had figured me out and ran to the third corridor. If it wasn’t bad enough that the troll didn’t kill you then the dog didn’t success in biting Snapes leg off. But now I shall leave you waiting, I have to check this interesting mirror” with that Quirrel turned around to look at the mirror.

Bakura growled slightly already working on the ropes; Quirrel didn’t notice that, he was tapping at the mirrors frame “typical Dumbledore to leave a trap like that… But he is in London and I will be gone when he gets back…”

Harry and Yami was shocked and didn’t know what to do, making Bakura wonder how Yami ever could have saved the world, but he had to make Quirrel talk, that would stop him in concentrating at the mirror.

“Harry saw you and Snape in the woods…” said Bakura “Is that so…?” said Quirrel not caring while he walked behind the mirror “He had already figured me out there, he tried to find out how far I had come. He had all the time suspected me. Tried to scare me- as if he could. I had Voldemort by my side…” Quirrel appeared again, he looked at the mirror hungrily “I see the stone… I present it for my lord… But where is it?”

Now Harry and Yami were too fighting against the ropes, they had to stop Quirrel.

“But Snape always acted like he hated me” Harry said “Oh, he does, he went to school here with your dad. Bet you didn’t know that? They hated each other. But he never wanted you dead”

“But I heard you cry in a empty classroom here the other day, I thought that Snape had threaten you or something…” said Yami.

For the first time a shadow of fear appeared on Quirrels face “Sometimes” he started “is it hard to follow my master’s orders. He is the greatest wizard and I’m only a weak…” “He was with you?” gasped Harry interrupting Quirrel.

“He is always with me, no matter where I am” said Quirrel “I met him on a world trip. I was just a stupid young man with stupid ideas about good and evil. Lord Voldemort showed me that I was wrong, there doesn’t exist good or evil! Only power, and you can take that or don’t. Since that I have served him trustworthy, even if I have failed often. When it didn’t succeed in stealing the stone from the bank, he… Punished me.. Saying he would look more after me…”

Quirrels stopped talking. Harry remembered his trip to Diagon Alley, he cursed himself, how could he have been so stupid, he hat met Quirrel there.

“I don’t understand… Is the stone inside the mirror? Do I have to break it?”

While Quirrel was talking to himself Bakura turned his head to Yami and whispered “We gotta make sure we find that stone before Quirrel does. Harry wants to find the stone so if he looks in it the mirror will show him maybe where it is” “great idea, but how do we get Harry to look in the mirror without Quirrel noticing?” asked Yami and Bakura shrugged.

Harry was struggling against the ropes but fell flat on his face making the two yamis flinch.

Quirrel ignored him, he was to busy talking with himself “What can this mirror do? How does it work? Help me master!” and to Harrys and the yamis surprise a voice responded, it sounded like it came from Quirrel.

“Use the boy… Use the boy…”

Quirrel turned and looked at Harry “Come here Potter” the ropes disappeared on him “Look into the mirror and tell me what you see! “commanded Quirrel and placed Harry in front of the mirror ‘he have to lie…’ thought Yami eyeing Bakura suddenly smirk of triumph, he was about to ask when the ropes on Bakura suddenly fell to the ground “he can still do it” whispered Bakura while smirking. Then he began working on Yamis ropes.

“So?” said Quirrel impatience “What do you see?” “I see myself shake hands with Dumbledore” he lied “I won the trophy for Gryffindor” Quirrel started cursing and started to walk towards the mirror but stopped as the creepy voice spoke “he’s lying…” “Come here Potter! Tell me what you saw!” yelled Quirrel.

The voice spoke again “let me speak to him... Face to face” “Master you are not strong enough for this” said Quirrel “I’m strong enough… For this”

Harry and the yamis felt like the Devil’s Snare had taken a grip on them again; scared they watched as Quirrel removed his turban. What was going on? The turban fell off; Quirrels head looked strangely small without it, then he turned his back to them and Bakura could swear the Pharaoh almost screamed there.

On the back of Quirrels there was a face, a terrifying and scary face, they ever had seen. It was white with red eyes and skeleton nose.

“Harry Potter…”” it whispered, Harry would have walked backwards but he couldn’t move.

“Voldemort…” whispered Bakura making Yami look at him in shock.

“Look what is left of me” said the face “A mere shadow of what I once was… I can only appear while sharing body with someone ells…” Voldemort said “sound like somebody ells I know…” whispered Yami earning a death glare from Bakura “Want me to free you or not?” asked he and Yami stayed quite, the ropes fell off, and Voldemort was to busy talking to Harry to notice the two yamis, but all the yamis attention got turned to them as Harry yelled “LIAR!” “Kill them!” ordered Voldemort and out of suddenly jumped Quirrel on a flying way towards Harry, he pinned him to the stairs.

“Let go” yelled Yami and attacked Quirrel only to be send across the room and hitting the wall “very gracefully Pharaoh” growled Bakura and tried to let Quirrel let go of Harry, Harry who was struggling too made contact with Quirrels hand who suddenly started to burn, which made him let go “Argh! Master! What is happening?” asked Quirrel scared “Ignore it and kill them!” hissed Voldemort, Bakura had an idea, without warning he gripped Harry and threw him at Quirrel, as he stumbled up his hands touched Quirrels head, making both him and Voldemort feel the burn, they screamed in pain.
Harry quickly backed away as parts of Quirrels body turned into sand, Bakura shivered; he remembered how that felt from back in Egypt.

Now there was nothing but Quirrels clothes and sand back, Bakura dragged the Pharaoh back to Harry by the stairs “You could have warned me you know” Harry said while looking at Bakura “I know, but that might have ruined the surprise and fun, I swear I had hoped you would scream” Bakura smirked at the glaring Harry, suddenly the glare was gone and his eyes widen at something behind Bakura.

Bakura turned around to see what it was, as suddenly a shadow looking thing flew to them, passed though them, knocking there air out.

Then everything turned black….

When Yami woke again he could see a little light ‘Yugi…’ thought he and blinked, no, it wasn’t Yugi, but a pair of reflecting glasses, strange, he blinked again and saw Dumbledore standing between to beds, his and Harrys, Harry was apparently also awake, he looked kinda stressed.

“Ah, I see you are awake too Pharaoh, that’s good, we were waiting for the two of you” said Dumbledore smiling gently.

Yami looked around, the hospital wing, he was an in white comfy bed with candy all around him “gifts from your friends” explained Dumbledore. Then Yami noticed something, Dumbledore said two and there were no one besides him, Harry and Dumbledore in here, oh no… “Professor! Sir! What about Bakura? Where is he?” asked Yami, for the first time concerned about the thief.

“Have no fear… We said he shouldn’t. But he left the bed long ago, not wanting to lay there” told Dumbledore calmly “Oh ra… I bet he have been doing a lot of trouble while I have been unconscious! Trapping students into cards and played shadow games with the teachers…” groaned Yami.

“You are being such a drama-pharaoh you highness-ness” said a familiar voice, Bakura was standing in the door way, a bandage around his head but looked healthy enough, Yami glared at him “welcome once again back to the living” Bakura was smirking, enjoying to annoy the Pharaoh again, after 2 days of getting babied by his Hikari and Tanja he needed that.

“Shut up…” growled Yami, Dumbledore “I want you to know Pharaoh, that what happened with Quirrel is of course a big secret” told Dumbledore “so the whole school knows” laughed Bakura.

“I already told Harry about it all, and the stone is now destroyed” continued Dumbledore “destroyed? But then your friend will die, wouldn’t he?” asked Yami, Dumbledore nodded “we talked about it, and they have life elixir enough to sort out things” Yami nodded in understanding “now, I shall leave you three alone” with that Dumbledore walked out.

“Please madam Pomfrey! Please!” begged Yami and Harry “No! It’s bad enough that this runt didn’t listen when I told him to stay in bed! You could hurt your head even more then it already is” said Pomfrey in scolding way which Bakura just waved off “Please, we will be all relaxed! Just five minutes?” begged Yami making Bakura smirk “Oh all right… Five minutes!” said Pomfrey with a sigh and opened the door.

Then the others was let in, Yugi was about to glomp Yami but controlled himself, and then they began telling the stories, Tanja was gasping all the time, making the story even better.

“So the stone is gone?” asked Indra “then Nicolas Flamel just gonna die?” “I said that too, but he said everything would be all right” explained Yami, now madam Pomfrey came in “I almost gave you 15 minutes! Out and you” she pointed a finger at Bakura “Get to bed!”

After a good nights sleep were Harry, Yami and sulking Bakura feeling much better “We can get to the party right?” asked Bakura “Dumbledore thinks you should attend…” said Pomfrey in a huffing way “By the way Mr. Potter, you have a guest waiting outside” “Great! Send him in!” answered Harry happily.

Hagrid came rushing in before Pomfrey had a chance, he took at good look at the three of them then started to cry “Its al my faaaault!” he said hiding his face in his big hands “I told that evil bastard how to come past Fluffy! I could die of shame! All that because of a dragon egg! I should be thrown out and live as muggle!”

Bakura groaned and threw a pillow over his head “Hagrid! He would properly have found out anyway. It’s Voldemort we are talking about-“Yami said but got interrupted “But you could all have died! And don’t say that name” cried Hagrid.

“VOLDEMORT!” yelled Bakura just fun the fun of it, Harry didn’t take it like that “Hagrid, we have faced him and were not scared to say his name anymore. Lighten up, we saved the stone” said Harry with a smile.

Hagrid rubbed his nose and said “That reminds me... I got something for ya” Yami could have sworn he heard Bakura mumble some comment about that.

It was a beautiful leather bog, Harry opened it, and it was full of wizard photos, all of his parents “I send some letters to the students parents asking if they had some pictures of your parents, I know you don’t have, do you like it?” said Hagrid, Harry couldn’t say a word.

Bakura smiled, wishing he could have a book with that.

It was time for the final party, the great hall was decked out in drapes of the green and silver house colours of Slytherin, with one large drape behind the professors’ table showing off the Slytherin snake, much to everyone’s disappointment. Yugi and the others sat down in their respective seats, trying to ignore Malfoy as he looked at them with a sickening smirk on his face. Harry joined them soon after, and then the whole hall fell into a hushed silence as Dumbledore stood up at the professors’ table to make a speech. Yugi and Malik more or less zoned out – Slytherin had four hundred and seventy-two points, Gryffindor had three hundred and twelve points, and so on, suddenly Dumbledore said that extra points would be given.

“First, to Ronald Weasley” Ron turned tomato red “for the best wizard chess player I have seen in many years. I reward Gryffindor with 50 points” the Gryffindor table cheered.

“And then to Indra Thehu, for keeping a cold mind when standing in front of great danger and when a friend is hurt, I reward her 50 points” the table cheered again and Indra and Malik chuckled to each other.

Now for Yami Motou and Bakura, for showing bravery, tolerance and care even if they dislike each other, I reward there houses with 20 points” both Hufflepuf and Gryffindor cheered “and to Harry Potter” everyone grew silent “ for great bravery and amazing heroism I reward Gryffindor 60 points” Gryffindor cheered again, they were right next to Slytherin now! If just Dumbledore had given Harry a few points more.

“And finally to Tanja Tenchia, for using a great mind and finding out a conclusion of a hard situation I reward Gryffindor 10 points” if someone stood outside the great hall then they would have thought something exploded in there, so big was the cheers of Gryffindor, Tanja turned ten times redder then Ron did and disappeared under the table as Indra yelled “that’s my friend! YAY!”

That night was no doubt everyone on Gryffindor and two albinos on Hufflepufs greatest night, better then Christmas.
”Now don’t forget to write to me” said Tanja at the train station of King Crossa everyone had desided to write over the summer, especially to Harry.

“See ya after the summer!”

“Bye”

“Miss you”

“Whatever”

Me: There… I’M DONE! WHO WOULD HAVE THOUGHT THAT!