The Three Brothers: Book 1

The Dark Lord

4th June 1992

Harry entered the final chamber wand drawn, accompanied by his friends. He was expecting Snape; perhaps even fearing Voldemort to be present. However, he had not been expecting Quirinus Quirrell.

"You?!" cried Harry, followed by a loud gasp by Hermione.

A spell flew from behind him following a loud "Flipendo!" from Mark. Quirrell quickly sidestepped it an snapped his fingers. Ropes sprang out of thin air and wrapped themselves around the five Gryffindors. They tumbled onto the floor like bowling pins, with Neville knocking his head on the stone wall behind as Hermione fell on him.

"So, you brought along your nosy friends" Quirrell smirked. "I had wondered if you might show up Potter, but to bring your friends down here to die-" he let the sentence hang ominously. Harry's mind was reeling with a million thoughts, and the confusion must have shown on his face.

"Surprised to see me then?"

"I - I thought - Snape -"

"Severus?" Quirrell asked in a crisp, amused tone with no hint of his usual stutter. "Yes, he does seem the suspicious type. So useful to have him draw attention."

"But - but Snape was jinxing Harry's broom - unless, unless it was you," Hermione interjected, all the parts finally fitting the puzzle in her head.

"Indeed, Miss Granger. You knocked me over on the way to set fire to Snape's cloak, who incidentally had been trying to save Potter using the counter-curse. It's a shame really, that a bright witch like you is a Mudblood"

"Don't you dare call her that!" Ron snarled, struggling even more against his ropes. Mark tried to nudge Neville with his foot but only got a soft groan in return.

"Ah, the loyal Weasley. I admit I'm impressed with the way you managed to subdue the troll on Halloween. Excellent use of the Levitation Charm, by the way." He paused before adding mockingly, "Five points to Gryffindor"

"You let the troll in?" Harry asked, still not fully believing Quirrell.

"I would like nothing more than go over my plan with you Potter, but sadly I do not have much time. Now, wait quietly. I need to examine this interesting mirror"

Harry's gaze followed Quirrell's, and he realised what was standing behind Quirrell.

"The Mirror of Erised," Hermione muttered in awe.

"The mirror is the key to getting the Stone," Quirrell pondered, talking to himself. "Trust Dumbledore to come up with something like this…but he's in London…I'll be far away by the time he gets back"

Mark watched as the turbaned professor paced in front of the large gold mirror. From the looks of it Harry, Ron, and Hermione were acquainted with the mirror. The three had been onto the mystery from the very beginning; he had not even known about the attempt on Harry's life.

"I saw you and Snape in the forest-" Harry said eagerly, in an almost comical fashion, as if he was-

'He's trying to stall him,' Mark realised. He looked at his fellow Gryffindors. Neville still seemed dazed, while Hermione was paralysed with shock. Ron was still trying to struggle against his ropes, which seemed to be tightening against his body.

"Yes," said Quirrell, still paying attention at the mirror. "He was onto me by that time,-"

"Yeah, you're clearly not as clever as you thought," Mark said in a loud voice, hoping to provoke a reaction from the Professor.

"-He had suspected me all along. Even tried to frighten me, as if he could - when I have the Dark Lord on my side…" Quirrell continued, ignoring the interruption. He looked again in the mirror, his face irritated and impatient

"I see the stone…I'm presenting it to my Lord…but where is it?"

'Shit,' thought Mark, 'if he gets the Stone, he won't hesitate to kill us. If only I could get out of these ropes,' he wondered, when it hit him like a ton of brick. Edwin's knife

"But Snape seems to hate me so much." Harry continued to interrupt Quirrell and gave Mark a pleading look. Mark bent his legs, trying to reach the dagger on his ankle. He gave Harry a wink.

"Oh, he does," Quirrell replied, "Didn't you know he was at Hogwarts with your father? They loathed each other. But he doesn't want you dead."

Mark found the handle and slowly pulled the knife in his hand. Flipping it he began to saw through the ropes binding him.

"I don't understand, is the Stone inside the mirror? Should I break it?" Quirrell was back to pondering about the stone.

"But I heard you cry, I - I thought Snape was threatening you"

"It is often difficult for me to follow my master's instruction. The Dark Lord is a great wiza-"

"Voldemort was in the castle?!" Mark exclaimed, momentarily stunned to continue cutting the ropes. This drew Quirrell's attention, and he looked at Mark with anger and amusement.

"You are brave, boy. And foolish to take the Dark Lord's name." Quirrell turned back to the mirror before continuing,

"He is a great wizard. He taught me that there is no good or evil, only power, and those too weak to see it. He has tasked me with this job, but I do not understand what I'm supposed to do?"

Mark finished cutting through the ropes around his torso and quickly slashed the ones around his knees. He crept slowly towards a now expectant Ron and started cutting through his ropes.

"Quickly," Ron whispered, eager to be free. Mark hushed, then spoke in his ears,

"When I say, grab everyone and run out of the chamber. I'll stab the bastard to slow him down and join you."

"But the stone..." Ron tried to argue.

"Is obviously safer in the Mirror. Its Dumbledore's protection, so it should hold" he said. Then something happened that sent a chill down their spine.

"Use the boy…Use Potter…" said a raspy voice, emanating from Quirrell himself. Mark went prone as Quirrell turned to face Harry.

"Yes - Potter - come here. Dumbledore must surely have instructed you on using the mirror". Snapping his fingers again, the ropes around Harry disappeared.

"No!" Hermione seemed to have found her voice again.

"Quiet silly girl," Quirrell snapped, before drawing his wand and pointing it towards her. "Come now, Potter, you don't want your friends to get hurt do you."

'Shit, shit, shit' Mark thought, as he began sawing through Ron's rope. His plan had to change.

Harry got slowly to his feet. He didn't want to co-operate with Quirrell, but he didn't want Hermione to get hurt either.

"Hurry up boy. Look in the mirror and tell me what you see." Harry walked towards him, his mind racing faster than the Hogwarts Express.

'I need to lie. I can look into the mirror and lie about what I see' he thought. He desperately hoped Mark had a plan since the boy had signalled him about it.

Harry closed his eyes as he reached the mirror, steeling himself. He breathed in the funny smell coming from Quirrell's turban. Finally, once in front of the mirror, he opened his eyes.

He saw his reflection, pale and scared. Then it smiled, putting its hand into its pocket and pulling out a blood-red stone. It winked and put it back into the pocket, and Harry felt something drop into his own at the same time. He'd gotten the real stone

"What do you see Potter?" Quirrell asked impatiently. Harry tried not to think about the stone and lied

"I - I see myself as Head Boy. I - I've won the House Cup for Gryffindor," he borrowed from his friend's experience.

"He lies! ... He lies!" came the screeching voice from Quirrell again. Could he read his mind?

"Potter! Tell me the truth! What did you see! -" Quirrell was interrupted by the high voice again.

"Let me speak to him…face-to-face"

"Master, but you're not strong enou-"

"I have strength enough for this…"

Harry suddenly realised who the voice belonged to - Quirrell had called it Master…He watched transfixed as the Professor began unwrapping the turban on his head. Quirrell turned slowly when he was finished, and he heard his friends gasp behind him.

On the back of Quirrell's bald head was another face, the most terrible face Harry had ever seen. It was chalk white with glaring red eyes and snake-like slits for nostrils.

"Harry Potter…" it whispered. "See what I've become?" the face said. Harry's leg had turned to lead, and he couldn't seem to move.

"Mere shadow and vapour…. only able to take form in another' body. But then, there have always been those faithful like Quirrell here…" It gave a smirk, before continuing,

"Unicorn blood has managed to give me some strength… Indeed you did see me in the forbidden forest. Once I have the Elixir, I will be able to take form again. Now… why don't you give me the stone in your pocket?"

Harry shook his head, still unable to speak.

"Come on, Potter. Don't be a fool. Hand over the stone or you friends-" Voldemort said, turning towards the bound children, and Harry followed his gaze.

-will die...?" the words trailed off in a tone of surprise. Harry saw his friends missing; they must have escaped.

Before he could think anything else however, something came streaking past him and slammed into Quirrell, who gave a loud shriek of pain. It was Mark.

"RUN!" his friend exclaimed, trying to pry the wand from Quirrell's hand and Harry found his legs moving. When he reached halfway to the entrance, he tripped. His legs were bound again.

He turned back and saw Quirrell kicking Mark in the gut. Even though his friend was strong, the professor was a full-grown wizard and Mark fell to the floor.

"You broke my wand, boy," Quirrell said as he kicked Mark again. Suddenly the face on the back of Quirrell's head disappeared; instead, his eyes became like those of Voldemort.

He began walking towards Harry like a snake hunting its prey. His thigh was bleeding from where Mark had stabbed him, but his face showed no recognition for the pain.

"Trying to escape Potter? Just like your parents…They died begging for mercy…"

"LIAR!" Harry shouted.

"How touching." Voldemort/Quirrell smiled. "I always value bravery…Yes, boy, your parents were brave…I killed your father first…he put up a courageous fight…but your mother…your mother needn't have died…she died trying to keep you alive…Now give me the Stone, unless you want her to have died in vain"

Harry's insides went cold. He'd just learnt more about his parent's death than he had known before. Remembering their image in the mirror, he violently shook his head

"NEVER!"

Voldemort/Quirrell smirked, then snapped his fingers again,

"Crucio!" he said, almost casually

Harry felt like his entire body was being stabbed by a thousand white-hot knives. He screamed in agony, tears flowing from his eyes. Voldemort gave a cackling laugh, which Harry recognised from his dreams.

"I haven't had such fun in years! Nevertheless, time is running short, so I'll be taking the stone"

He moved towards Harry's pocket, intending to grab the stone. Harry, still trembling tried to grab his arm to stop him. The stone in Harry's pocket slipped out on the floor beside him

They struggled for a few moments, and to Harry's surprise, Quirrell cried out, drawing his arm back.

"It burns! Master, I cannot hold him - my hand burns!" Quirrell's eyes showed fear before Voldemort took control again. Harry noticed the stone silently sliding across the floor towards a now conscious Mark.

"Looks like your mudblood mother is still protecting you" Voldemort spoke, standing over Harry, unaware of the stone' movement.

"No worries, I'll just finish the job I started ten years ago." He raised his hand, towards Harry's chest and spoke,

"Avada-"

"HEY SNAKE FACE!" Mark shouted from across the room. "Looking for this?" He held the red stone in his hand before starting to run towards the flame door.

Voldemort, clearly angry at this, started walking towards Mark. Harry, realising the effect that Voldemort's touching him had had, grabbed onto his foot.

Voldemort howled in pain, and conjured ropes around Mark again, who tripped. Kicking Harry's hand, he hissed.

"You'll both die for this."

Harry saw Voldemort raise his hand to curse Mark. His fellow teammate, however, drew his hand back and threw something towards the flame door. Harry's trained eye followed the path of the Stone as it hit the flames with the accuracy of a well-thrown Quaffle.

"NOOOO!" Voldemort screamed helplessly as the room shook with the force from the explosion of the red projectile.

Mark grinned. His aim had been true. On seeing Voldemort's face, however, the smile was replaced by primal fear.

He had never seen fury like this before. A chill went down his spine as he realised just why Voldemort had been feared by all wizards. The red eyes glistened with anger, and something happened that Mark had not expected - he felt a strong push on his mind.

Voldemort was attacking him with legilimency, most likely to inflict pain beyond measure.

'Well that was a mistake,' Mark thought, grinning inwardly. He pulled Voldemort's mind into his own, much to the surprise of his attacker, and imagined it being sucked into a black hole.

"Impossible!" Voldemort whispered to himself before the mental defences of the Dark Lord were rammed into by a mere child. The attacks started going back and forth, the two legilimens battling in their minds.

It barely lasted a minute, but in that time, Mark was now on the verge of exhaustion. He didn't know if he could hold off Voldemort any longer. Thankfully, he didn't have to.

Mark saw Harry physically launch himself at Voldemort, knocking him down. He held his palms on the Dark Lords face, who cried out in pain.

"Aaaaarghhh" the cries tapered off into one of fear, which Mark recognised belonged to Quirrell.

Suddenly the screams stopped as Harry was thrown backwards. A black mist emerged from the Defence Against the Dark Arts Professor and lingered above the limp body. It was Voldemort.

"You have great potential, boy. You've thwarted my plans, and you will pay for it with your body."

The mist approached Mark, who was rooted in shock at this declaration. It hovered above him, about to enter when it recoiled from striking an invisible barrier.

"You shall not hurt one of my students, Tom" spoke a cold powerful voice.

Albus Dumbledore had arrived.

"Dumbledore," Voldemort said in a frustrated voice. "You've finally arrived."

Dumbledore waved his wand around, and a large shimmering ball of light seemed to enclose the black mist. Voldemort, however, passed right through.

"You think you can contain the great Lord Voldemort?! Until we meet again, Dumbledore," the mist said before passing through one of the stone walls.

Dumbledore relaxed after a moment, dropping his hand to his side. Mark saw him rush towards Harry, who was still twitching slightly.

"Harry, are you alright?" Dumbledore asked in a kind voice. Harry sat up and answered shakily

"I'm fine sir. But - But the Stone - the Stone was destroyed, sir"

AN: Only two more chapters until summer. This one will have some long reaching effect in the story, especially since this is the first interaction between Voldemort and Mark. Also, unlike in canon, Ron and Hermione (and Neville) have actually encountered Voldemort now as opposed to the final battle when they're of age. This will affect their personality as the story progresses, diverting slightly from canon.

Hope you enjoyed this chapter. Please review and look out for the next one.