Hey! Between rewatching Teen Wolf (drooling over Derek Hale and Isaac Lahey) and twisting my stupid ankle, I have found the time to update! I really not to stop doing this...the amount of data I've used on the bus doing my homework...Don't use me as a role model.

I don't own Harry Potter.

It took Ava a few seconds to realize what was in front of her. To be perfectly honest, there had been a little thought at the back of her head hoping that Snape was the evil guy. Her hate for the teacher grew each day and a new reason to cause him pain would have brought her much pleasure.

So when the purple turban came into her line of vision she was quite disappointed.

"Ah. Miss Potter...what a pleasure to have you here."

Ava's coal black eyes stared right back at the man.

" Can't say the same for you...Quirell."

"Now Ava, that isn't a very nice thing to say." He took a slow step forward. "I am your professor and you will address me as such."

"Is this like a kink or something...because I'm eleven you creepy man!"

Quirell scoffed, though his cheeks burnt a bright red. The man seemed to twitch every few seconds- more so than usual. Ava watched cautiously as he adjusted his turban and glanced behind him quickly.

Following his gaze, Ava's jaw dropped. There in front of her was the mirror of Erised.

"Why in hell is that here?"

"Now now miss Potter. That language is not appropriate for a lady of your age."

"But I'm not a lady."

"Hurry up. Ask her."

Ava looked at the crazed man before her. Her black hair swished in front of her as she took a cautious step back.

"What did you say?"

"Come on Quirell."

"Quirell? Was that you? Are you ill or something?"

The man shook his head slightly before looking back over at her. His eyes scanned her startled expression and a small smirk grew on his face.

"Didn't expect me here did you?" His eyes held what Ava believed was pride. "Thought of Snape? Not of p-poor s-st-stuttering P-professor Quirrel did you?"

"I had a few suspicions about Snape. Can't say I thought you were a saint though..."

"Ah, well...Snape was quite an advantage. I must say I was rather pleased with my subtle work when I took notice of your friend's suspicions...I'm afraid that when she set him on fire she managed to knock me down as well. Snape was merely uttering the counter curse."

Ava frowned as a thought entered the muddle of questions whizzing through her mind.

"Why would he try to save me? He hates me!"

"Hate is a strong word miss Potter. Severus merely strongly dislikes you...now hate? That was more directed towards your father...But that's not why we're here. My skill has brought you here and now you must complete my mission."

"I can just smell the testosterone." She muttered as his words ran through her head.

"What do you see in that mirror Ava?"

Scowling, Ava glared at the mirror awaiting the sight of her unfortunate parents. The sight that greeted her was definitely not what she expected. There was no one except for herself in the image before her. Running a hand through her hair, she focused on her reflection and took in her appearance.

Vanity was not one of her virtues.

But what caught her attention seconds later was the feral smirk her reflection had. She watched cautiously as the ravenette in front of her reached down and stuck a hand into her worn boot before pulling out a large stone that strongly resembled a ruby before letting it drop back down next to her foot.

Ava's eyes travelled down to her own boot to see a small lump exactly where the stone should be.

"So? What do you see?" A voice cut through her thoughts. "Damn Dumbledore and his blasted mirror!"

"I see Kings Cross Station." The words rolled off of her tongue with ease. "My family is there. All of it."

"She lies."

Ava stared at Quirrel shocked for more than one reason. First of all, she'd never been caught lying. Second of all, she was positive that the DADA teacher's lips had not moved a millimetre.

"What did you say?"

"Show her Quirrel. Show her the truth- something she had to learn to tell."

"Master your are too weak," Quirrel exclaimed, answering the unidentified voice. "You are not yet ready!"

"Turn around. You have served me well and I am rested enough."

Ava frowned as Quirrel began to turn around with a worried look on his face. As he turned, he unwrapped his large purple turban.

"Um...what are you doing Professor?" Ava called out. "Who was that voice?"

"Miss Potter. What a pleasure."

For a second, Ava did nothing. Her dark eyes stared straight ahead as shock was written all over her features. The back of Quirrel's head was not bald as she and the other Gryffindors had expected. A second face produced from the scalp and the owner of that face could only be one person.

"You're Voldemort?"

"Why, miss Potter," the ruby like eyes scanned her face. "Show some respect. I am your Dark Lord and I suggest you hand over that stone."

"I don't have the stone."

Though she was positive that the creature in front of her scared her, Ava kept perfectly still and made sure to not even glance at her boot.

"I believe you do, Ava." She winced as Voldemort's snake like nose sniffed the air. "Just think. With that stone I could be immortal- the world would be by far a better place than it is now."

"No. It wouldn't," she began. "I think that the world is perfectly fine without its population dropping by three billion."

"Funny are we? I always thought that the child of Lily and James Potter would have some character. I mean to say that the child of a man attempting to fight a master of duels with no wand would have quite a personality."

Ava kept quiet as anger began to brew in her stomach.

"You could have that back you know." At this her eyes shot up to that creature's red ones. " You could be so powerful and be so respected. You could even have your family back. Just give me that stone and everything will be as it should."

The temptation grew stronger and she was sure that Voldemort could sense it. All she had to do was hand over that stone. The stone would give her a family. And power. Lots of power. She could be as rich and as string as wanted. Free to practise her curses without resorting to midnight or storage cupboards.

But she knew something else. The dead couldn't be raised. Spoken to? Maybe- but not brought back.

"No."

Her word was firm and it was what caught both Voldemort and Quirrel off guard for a second. That second was enough for her to turn and run.

"Seize her!"

She felt the spell summon her back and she was soon crashing into Quirrel who had cast the spell in such a hurry. Scrambling to her feet she raised her wand.

"Cultro!"

Satisfaction filled her as she watched Quirrel's left hand separate from his arm. Blood poured over the floor and drenched his robes but the man was driven forwards though he still screamed in pain and she soon felt a hand wrap around her throat.

"Kill her!"

The stone felt heavy in her boot and her lungs gasped or air. Black spots began to fill her vision and she was only vaguely aware of her hand on Quirrel's face. The burns she left were unintentional but pleasing as she sunk in and out of the world around her.

Just as she fell to the world of Morpheus, she caught a gold glint in the corner of her eye.

One more chapter left! Yay! How many bloody times does Derek Hale have to almost die? It's torture and then I began to watch Season 3 again and I was blast with the wonderful sight of an injured Isaac. WHY DO YOU DO THIS TO ME?

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P.S. Can anyone else picture Ava suddenly revealing that she's a werewolf. It isn't gonna happen but you never know...I might give her a little bite at some point in the battle of Hogwarts.