Professor Quirrell stood facing the mirror, his back and misshapen head turned towards the boy-who-lived, Harry Potter. Flames danced behind Harry, blocking his escape.

"Don't be a fool." Voldemort hissed. "Why suffer a horrific death when you can join me and live?"

"Never!" Harry yelled angrily as he backed up a step, closer to the heat of the flames behind him.

Voldemort chuckled. "Bravery. Your parent's had it, too. Tell me, Harry, would you like to see your mother and father again?"

The mirror in front of Harry shimmered silver for a moment before Lily and James Potter appeared, holding hands and smiling down at their son. Harry startled, taken aback by his parents.

"Together, we can bring them back. All I ask is for something in return."

Harry reached into his pocket and pulled out the Sorcerer's Stone. It glistened red, reflecting the flames off its smooth surface. Harry studied it, rolling it over in his hand.

"Fancy it, Harry. There is no good or evil. There is only power, and those too weak to seek it. Together, we'll do extraordinary things. Just give me the stone!" Voldemort's voice echoed off the stone walls.

"I could bring my parent's back?" Harry looked up from the stone to his parent's faces again, smiling and peaceful.

"With my help you could, child," Voldemort purred.

Harry gripped the stone tighter and pulled it back to his chest. As he looked down at it protectively, he could make out the faint reflection of his mother's face in the mirror. She looked so kind with the exact same emerald green eyes.

Hesitantly, Harry extended his hand towards Professor Quirrell's back.

"Take the stone, fool," Voldemort hissed. Professor Quirrell spun around and reached for the stone. Harry hesitated for only a second before dropping the rock into the man's hand.

"Very good. Now, we must leave while we still can," Voldemort said from behind Quirrell's head. "Quickly, wrap me back up."

Quirrell hastened to tie his turban back around his head, while motioning with his eyes for Harry to go towards the stone pillars in the back of the small cave-like room. Harry glanced behind him past the wall of fire, thinking of Ron and Hermione just in the next room. He mustn't think of them now, not when he was so close to bringing his parents back.

Harry trudged behind Professor Quirrell, his head hung low, as the man strode forward towards a hinge in the stone wall. Quirrell raised his hand to the wall and muttered an unintelligible spell. With a great groan, the door swung forward, reveling a stairwell leading further down into the dungeons. A short, beady eyed man stood beside the entrance in the shadows, wand at the ready. Quirrell ducked through the doorway and began descending the stairs at a swift pace. As Harry passed through the doorway, a jet of red light hit him in the chest as the man muttered the stunning curse. The world spun around Harry's eyes for a moment before he was cast into darkness.