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The Muggleborn Slytherin
Daphne G. & Harry P. & OC & Theodore N. - Words: 127,076 - Rated: T - English - Family & Fantasy - Chapters: 39 - Reviews: 187 - Updated: 24-06-2018 - Published: 01-01-2018 - by Twix3780 (FFN)

Harry swallowed the potion in his hand and stepped through the black flames into the next chamber. Behind him he had left his friends, Ron and Hermione, to look after one another and get help from the school. When they had gone to Professor McGonagall with their findings, she had dismissed them and Dumbledore wasn't even in the school anymore.

For a few seconds all Harry saw were dark flames, and then he was standing in a deep chamber surrounded by steps. In the centre of the chamber stood the Mirror of Erised, and the figure that stood before it was not Professor Snape.

"You?" Harry asked, surprised.

Professor Quirrell turned and smirked. "Me," he said, calmly. "I wondered whether I'd be meeting you here, Potter. In all honesty, I was expecting the Slytherins or even Professor Snape."

"Why?" Harry asked.

With a long, slender finger, Professor Quirrell pointed to another figure curled up on the side of the room. Upon closer inspection, Harry saw that it was Teddie Green.

"What did you do to her?" Harry asked.

"She's valuable to us, Potter," Quirrell said. "She can help me get the stone from this mirror. But she can only do that when she's awake, and she should be waking up any minute now."

On cue, a whimper escaped the unconscious Slytherin. She moved ever so slightly, raising her hand to press against her head.

"I swear to god when I get my hands on Malfoy and Parkinson…" Teddie swore. She lifted her head and paused, looking around with wide eyes. Her gaze swept from Quirrell to Harry, and then back again, and the colour drained from her face as she remembered exactly what happened.

"Teddie?" Harry asked, taking a step towards her.

"No!" Quirrell snarled, throwing out his wand. A shield appeared between the two students, keeping them apart. "You, girl, come here at once!" he ordered.

Teddie met Harry's gaze and he shook his head.

"Use the spell…" a high-pitched hiss echoed. Harry winced as his scar burned.

Quirrell pointed his wand and Teddie and muttered: "Imperio!"

Immediately, before Harry's eyes, Teddie stood and sloped down the stone steps, towards the mirror. When she stopped a caught sight of her face. Her eyes were clouded over, and her face was blank. Almost like she was in a trance.

Quirrell released Teddie from his spell, gripped her shoulder, and forced her in front of the mirror. "Tell me, what do you see?" he asked.

Teddie frowned and stared at her reflection. She didn't know what he was talking about. "Nothing. I just see us," she said, her voice trembling.

Angrily, Quirrell yanked her head back by her hair and stared into her eyes.

"Let her go!" Harry shouted. He started down the steps but thick vines sprouted up out of the ground, winding themselves around his feet and causing him to trip. He hit the floor with a thud and the vines wrapped around his torso and legs like a rope.

"Tell the truth," Quirrell yelled at Teddie. "What do you see?!"

"I don't know what you want me to say…" Teddie cried. "I don't see anyone. Only us. Please, you're hurting me!"

Quirrell huffed and let her go, pushing her forcibly into the mirror. She reached up and braced herself against the glass, lifting her gaze to meet her reflections, she was pale and scared-looking. But a moment later. like her touch had activated something inside the mirror, her reflection moved, on its own, like it was part of a world that existed outside the one Teddie lived in.

Her reflection smiled and reached into her robe pocket, pulling out a blood-red stone. It winked and put the stone back - and as it did so, Teddie felt a weight in her own pocket. She fingered the lump with cut up right hand and gasped.

"What?" Quirrell asked, snapping his attention at her. He had been pacing behind her, muttering suggestions about getting the stone from the mirror. He could see himself inside the glass, presenting the stone to his master, but he wasn't able to get it out. For some reason, he had believed Teddie to be his key, and apparently, he had been right.

"Nothing," Teddie said. "I just thought…"

"Thought what?" Quirrell demanded.

Teddie stared up at Quirrell. He towered over her by several feet, and he looked angrier than she had ever seen him before.

"You're an interesting child, Teddie Green," Quirrell said. "First Muggleborn Slytherin in existence, did you know that? But there's something great about you. I can sense it, we can sense it. Your magic, it's not all as...clean."

Teddie frowned. What in the world did that mean?

Quirrell chuckled and the suddenly stiffened. He turned back to the mirror, staring into the depths of the glass. Slowly, Teddie edged backwards, away from the ornate frame and up the steps towards Harry. The shield that had once separated them was now gone and she was able to reach down and tug at the vines covering him.

"She lies… she lies… she has the stone…"

Quirrell flipped around and advanced on the two children. He once again seized Teddie and threw her across the room. She hit a pillar and groaned, landing on her stomach at the base. Her already cut hands burned again,

"Let me speak to her,"

"Master, you are not strong enough," Quirrell said, tapping his fingertips together.

"I have strength enough for this."

Quirrell nodded and reached up to unwrap his turban. His eyes bore holes into Teddie's as he kept a hold of her gaze. Teddie swallowed as the last of the turban fell away, revealing another face sticking out of the back of Quirrell's head.

"No way…" Teddie breathed.

Harry stopped struggling, his eyes wide. "Voldemort…" he whispered.

Voldemort's gaze met the boys, and he smirked. "Harry Potter…" he whispered. "See what I have become? Mere shadow and vapour… I have form only when I can share another's body… but there have always been those willing to let me into their hearts and minds."

Teddie's eyes met Harry's from across the room.

"There is something, however," Voldemort said. "Something that will give me my body back. Something that lies in your pocket, Teddie Green."

Quirrell rotated on the spot until Voldemort's face was staring down at Teddie. She wanted to scream, but the sound caught in her throat. Voldemort's face was hideous. He was awfully pale, his eyes glinted red, and he had slits for a nose.

"Give it to me," Voldemort said, holding out Quirrell's hand.

Teddie shook her head.

"You have much to show this world, Teddie Green, don't be foolish and die today," Voldemort spat. "I sense great magic inside you. Give me the Stone and I'll show you exactly how to harness that power. You could be great, you know?"

"You'll show me?" Teddie repeated. "You? The very person who despises my kind? As soon as I give you the Stone, you'll kill me."

Voldemort's eyes narrowed dangerously. "Fine," he spat. "If you will not give me the Stone, then I shall show you what I will do in order to obtain it. It's not just Magical folk I can possess, Miss Green, Muggles are also susceptible to my powers, however, they do not last long and eventually burn out from my magic."

He grabbed her by the tie and hauled her onto her knees. Teddie stared deep into his eyes, unable to look away.

"Teddie…" Harry stammered.

"Give me the stone…" Mason hissed, advancing on Teddie. The wand in his hand was pointed directly at her face. "Give me the stone and he shall not be harmed, fail to do so, and I'll kill him right before your eyes."

Lurching away from Voldemort, Teddie grabbed her head and screamed. "GET OUT! GET OUT! GET OUT OF MY HEAD!"

Voldemort laughed.

"Leave her alone!" Harry yelled.

Voldemort turned his attention back to Harry. He snapped his fingers and the vines surrounding the boy disappeared.

Harry stood and faced Voldemort. "Stop what you're doing to her!" he demanded.

"Until I get what I want, Harry Potter, your friend will live out her greatest nightmares," Voldemort threatened. "All she needs to do is give me the stone, and it'll all be over."

"NEVER!" Harry yelled. It would never be over. Not if Voldemort got the stone. If he somehow managed to get his body back then he would come back and try to finish what he started ten years ago. Balling his hands into fists, Harry launched himself down the steps and at Quirrell.

The defence Professor held up his hands to stop Harry, and as soon as his palms came in contact with the boy's torso, a needle-sharp pain seared across his scar. He yelled, struggling with all his might, and to his surprise, Quirrell let go.

Harry watched has Quirrell stumbled back into the mirror, his hands and fingers blistering as if they'd been burnt by flames. Edging quietly away from the moaning Professor, Harry run over to Teddie and pulled her hands away from her head. "Teddie, are you alright?" he asked, concerned.

"They're gone," Teddie murmured, looking up. Her face was streaked with tears and fear glinted in her eyes. "The images… they're gone."

"Let's get out of here," Harry said. He hooked one arm around Teddie's shoulders and held her wrist with the other. He then supported her against him as they walked towards the door.

"SEIZE THEM!" Voldemort screeched.

Fire blazed to life all around the room. The two students stopped and turned back to Professor Quirrell. Despite his injuries, he was advancing on them. He lunged at the pair, knocking Teddie away and wrapping his hand around Harry's neck.

"Kill him..." Voldemort ordered.

"HEY!"

Quirrell, Harry, and Voldemort all looked to Teddie. She had regained her balance and was stood near a stone pillar, in her hand she held the Philosopher's Stone.

"Let him go!" Teddie said.

"Give me the Stone, girl," Voldemort said. His eyes glinting hungrily.

"Let him go first," Teddie demanded.

Quirrell shook his head.

"You're not in any position to be making demands, child," said Voldemort. "Just do what you're told, and hand over the Stone."

"How stupid do you think I am?" Teddie asked. "I'm not about to unleash terror on both the magical and muggle community by giving you the chance to get your body back. Now let him go!"

"Think of your family!"

In the mirror, Teddie saw her parents and little brother. They stared at her, longingly. Then, one by one, they each shook their heads and disappeared.

Teddie looked back to Voldemort, raised her hand above her head and said: "I am," before throwing the stone onto the floor.

Harry felt Quirrell's hand loosen from around his neck. He seized his chance and dug his fingers under his Professor's, prying his hand away.

Quirrell yelled in agonising pain. He stumbled away from Harry and stared down, horrified. "What is this magic?" he asked.

"Fool! Kill them! Kill them!"

Quirrell stumbled towards the two students as they found themselves once more in the chamber. Their hands clasped tightly as they made a dash for the door, but the flames were still there, and the potion Harry had used to come through was gone.

"I admire bravery," said Voldemort. "Your parents had it too, Potter, but too much bravery can also be deadly. Goodbye, Mudblood, and Boy-Who-Lived."

Teddie closed her eyes and buried her face into Harry's shoulder. This was it, this was the end. She'd had an amazing year, made awesome friends, but this was her end. She saw no way of escaping this chamber, and Voldemort was inches away from killing her.

Then, Quirrell screamed.

Teddie felt a force push itself between her, Harry and Quirrell. Almost like a forcefield. She felt the air on her neck stand on edge and goosebumps erupted all over her arms. She opened her eyes and looked down to see Quirrell rolling on the floor, painful screams coming from his mouth as flames rose higher and higher up his clothes, burning the fabric and material away, but also eating at his skin.

Harry gripped Teddie tighter as, by the time the flames had reached the top of Quirrell's head, he was silent and still. His body was gone. Nothing more than a mere skeleton.

"Wh-What was that?" Teddie asked.

"I-I don't know," Harry answered. "Maybe Vol - whoa, Teddie, are you okay?" he asked, holding her up as she slumped against him.

"I think I need to sit down," Teddie moaned. She felt weak. She sat on the edge of a step and leaned over, pressing her head down between her knees.

Harry sat beside her. "Are you going to be okay?" he asked.

"I think so," said Teddie. "Maybe I was a little light headed."

Harry nodded and looked around the room. He spotted Teddie's wand near the mirror and stood, stepping over Professor Quirrell and hurrying over to pick it up. "Here's your -" he cut off as a billow of black smoke rose up from Quirrell's body, circled the room and speared Teddie through the chest.

Teddie seized up, expelled the billow of smoke, and then collapsed onto the stone floor.

"What did you do to her?!" Harry yelled. He run over to the Slytherin, but the billow of smoke struck him too. He gasped, his insides felt like a ghost had just passed through him. Then he was falling. Down… down… down…

Someone was calling their names, Harry heard them just as he lost consciousness. Someone had come for him and Teddie, but they were too late.

It was over.

~X~

"Teddie, Teddie! Come on, it's time to wake up!"

"But I don't wanna…"

"It's late afternoon. Mum says you better be awake before she goes to work."

The bed dipped and Teddie groaned into her pillow. "Mason…" she whined, opening her bleary eyes and looking around. She frowned when she saw that she wasn't in her room but rather on a hospital ward. She sat up and looked around.

"Ah, good, you're awake."

Teddie looked down at the bottom of her bed and saw a woman dressed in a matron's outfit. She had an ankle-length brown dress, white petticoat, and a white hat.

"Hello," said Teddie.

"Hello, my name's Madam Pomfrey, dear, it's quite alright, you're safe now," the woman said, gently. "You're in the Hospital Wing."

Teddie nodded. "Yeah. I came here a few months ago to visit a friend," she said. She closed her eyes for a second and then opened them again. "How long have I been asleep?"

"Three days."

"Three days?" Teddie repeated. "But then that means tonight…"

Madam Pomfrey nodded. "Tonight is the end of term," she confirmed. "You've had the express permission of Professor Dumbledore to attend, although I did insist that you stay here one more night."

"But my trunk, I need to pack it!" Teddie said. She threw back her covers and climbed out of bed. Madam Pomfrey stopped her instantly.

"You must be careful, Miss Green, you've been through a lot of trauma," said Madam Pomfrey. "Please, get back to bed and rest."

"But -"

Madam Pomfrey shot her a stern look.

Teddie sighed and climbed back into bed. She pulled back her covers and rested her head on her pillow. She'd been in hospital before, only for overnight stays and never longer, but she could remember how boring it was and how badly she had wished she could go home.

"What about Harry?" Teddie asked the Matron. "Where is he?"

"Mr Potter was discharged this morning." Madam Pomfrey said. "He's doing well. He told us everything that happened down in the chamber. So you need not worry about that. Now, if you'll excuse me, I must go inform Professor Dumbledore and Professor Snape that you are awake."

Teddie watched her trot across the ward and disappear through her office door. The Slytherin then lay back against her pillow and stared at the ceiling. She was glad that Harry was alright, and that he had informed them about what had happened in the chamber with Quirrell because she could barely remember any of it.

"Is she gone?"

Teddie sat up and looked around the room. "Wh-who said that?" she asked.

"Hi, Teddie!"

Teddie's eyes widened as Theo, Blaise, Daphne, and Harry appeared at the bottom of her bed. "How'd you do that?" she asked.

"Invisibility Cloak," Harry said, holding up the bundle in his arms. "I got it for Christmas. It's pretty neat, huh?"

"I'll say," Teddie nodded. She peered at the raven-haired boy. "I just wanted to say thank you."

Harry shook his head. "I should be thanking you," he said. "You destroyed the Stone, you stop him from coming back."

"I stopped one way of him coming back," Teddie said. "If he's not completely gone then there are bound to be other ways for him to return."

"But you stop him this time," said Daphne.

"Yeah, I bet he wasn't expected to be thwarted by a Muggleborn," said Blaise.

Teddie grinned. Her gaze then landed on Theo. "Hi," she said.

"Are you okay?" Theo asked.

"I'm feeling better now," said Teddie.

"Teddie, I'm so sorry," Theo apologised. "I should've done something."

Teddie shook her head. "It wasn't your fault, Theo," she assured him. "Quirrell had me right where he wanted me the minute we stepped off the marble staircase, we just didn't see it coming. If there was any chance of helping me, I'm sure you would've."

"See, we told you she'd understand!" said Daphne. "Now maybe you can stop worrying about it."

"You were worried I'd blame you?" Teddie asked.

Theo nodded, his gaze adrift.

"Theo, you're my best friend, I'd never blame you."

Theo blinked, looking surprised. "I'm your best friend?" he asked.

"You'll have to share the spot with Mason, but yeah, " said Teddie, nodding.

For the first time, in what felt like days, Theo smiled.

Daphne wrinkled her nose. "Ew, you two are sweeter than treacle tart," she groaned.

Theo and Teddie blushed as Blaise and Harry chuckled.

~X~

After her friends had left her to get some rest, Teddie woke again in a few hours. This time, standing at the bottom of her bed, was none other than Professor Dumbledore. He met her gaze and smiled gently.

"Good afternoon, Miss Green," he said.

"Headmaster," Teddie squeaked.

Dumbledore held up his hand. "Calm yourself, Teddie, or Madam Pomfrey will surely kick me out," he said.

Teddie relaxed back against her pillows. "I think I owe you an apology, Professor," she said.

"You do, and why is that?" Dumbledore asked.

"Well, I destroyed the Philosopher's Stone."

Dumbledore smiled. "Yes, I believe you did," he nodded. "But you saved a lot of lives in the process. Therefore, I do not see why you need to apologise."

"But Nicholas Flamel," said Teddie. "I took his source of immortality. Surely, he shall be upset?"

"Oh, so you know about Nicholas?"

Teddie nodded.

"Well, I can assure you that I have explained the situation to Nicholas, and he does not blame you for destroying the Stone," said Dumbledore. "He understands the circumstances and believes you made the right choice. Do not worry, my dear, you will not be punished for basic survival instincts."

Teddie nodded again.

Dumbledore watched her in silence. "I feel there is more on your mind, Miss Green?" he said.

"I just…" Teddie hesitated, took a deep breath and then looked up. "I'm just wondering why Professor Quirrell thought I could help him. He kept asking me what I see in the mirror, and he didn't believe me when I said just us."

"Ah, yes," Dumbledore nodded, knowingly. "The Mirror of Erised. I genius idea on my part, if I do say so myself. As young Mr Potter learned fairly early on, Miss Green, the mirror shows us the deepest desires of our hearts."

"That's what Professor Quirrell meant when he said he saw himself presenting the stone to his master," said Teddie. "I didn't know how he could see that in the glass."

Dumbledore smiled. "What did you see when you looked into the mirror?" he asked.

Teddie shook her head. "I saw myself," she replied.

"And that is why Quirrell wanted to use you," Dumbledore explained. "For you see, Teddie, the happiest man on Earth could look into the mirror and see only himself. You, who have a loving family and friends are happy with what you have, and therefore only see yourself."

"I'm the happiest girl on Earth?" Teddie asked.

Dumbledore raised an eyebrow at her. "Do you not believe it?" he asked.

"I guess I just thought… it would feel different."

Dumbledore smiled and nodded.

"Is that how I was able to get the stone?" Teddie asked.

"Anyone who wanted to find the Stone, find it but not use it, would be able to get it," Dumbledore explained.

Teddie smiled and sighed, relaxing further into her pillows. She was starting to feel tired again.

Dumbledore smiled as he watched her fight to stay awake. "I shall take that as my cue," he said, raising from the bed. "Rest, my dear, and we shall see one another at the feast tonight."

"Professor," Teddie said, stopping the headmaster once more. "Thank you."

Dumbledore nodded once and Teddie closed her eyes for the second time that day.

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