章 25: Chapter 25: Mirror Of Erised!
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Honestly, I thought you would at least wait until the end of the year before coming here to claim the Philosopher's Stone. Don't lie, Harry. I know you killing Quirrell wasn't just a heroic act. You are after the Stone too, aren't you?" Voldemort grinned secretively from beside him.
"I was." Harry confessed, staring at the mirror, not seeing any reason to lie.
"You impress me, Harry Potter. I think we don't have to be enemies. Give me the Philosopher's Stone and I will leave your sister's body. And when I rise again, you may join my inner circle." Voldemort offered gently.
"Fine. I will give you the Philosopher's Stone and you will leave my sister's body. And then I will think about your offer to join your inner circle." Harry agreed blankly as he stared at the mirror.
"That's the best we can do right now. It's a deal. Now tell me what do you see in the mirror?" Voldemort asked eagerly.
As Harry looked into the mirror for a few seconds, he gasped at the sight before him.
He saw a different version of himself, surrounded by women. The Harry of the mirror was older, taller and more handsome than anyone he had ever met.
His onyx shoulder length hair were falling in waves, framing his sharp chiselled face. The emerald eyes had a strange gleam and coldness which the current Harry didn't.
The mirror Harry's lips were pulled in a neutral bored smile, as if everything before him was uninteresting. He had a fancy grey white coat over his red shirt and black trousers.
The coat was so big that it came down to his lower hips. But what was the most enticing thing about the figure was the power he radiated. Even the real Harry who was Level 145 Mage couldn't hold a candle against him. The mirror Harry was a sun compared to his candle.
Though he was confused with the way older Iris and his mother were wrapped around the mirror Harry. That didn't seem appropriate. He filed that for later and looked on. There were really so many girls crowded around the mirror that he knew the mirror wasn't enough to contain them. Some he recognised, like Daphne, Tracey, Astoria, but most of them were strangers.
Beautiful strangers.
"Snap out of it, Potter! What do you see?" Voldemort asked loudly. Harry scowled as he turned his face to the dark lord who was wearing his sister's body.
"I see myself surrounded by hundreds, no, make that thousands of girls." Harry mumbled bashfully. Voldemort was speechless for a second before he laughed amusedly at him.
"Well. I won't judge. But focus on getting the Stone out rather than ogling girls." He drawled.
Harry shot him a glare before concentrating on the mirror again. He used [Observe] on it.
[Mirror Of Erised:
– An enchanted mirror which shows the user's deepest desire.]
So, this is what Harry desired? Meh, he already knew that. Though surrounded by girls was a surprise. Maybe his lustful trait would have a far larger impact on his life than he previously thought. His eyes narrowed as the mirror Harry looked straight at him and patted his pocket. An instant later, he felt a weight settle in his pocket.
'Isis, put this Stone in my inventory.'
[Okay, done!]
"It's not working. I don't think I can help you, Voldemort." Harry lied as he stepped away from the mirror. Voldemort frowned but didn't look very disappointed.
"Hmm, yes. As expected. Even if you are capable of murder that doesn't mean you are intelligent enough to bypass Dumbledore's test. But it's fine. My primary objective of coming here is achieved." Voldemort smiled cruelly as he walked away from him and held Iris' wand in her hand.
"Wait! Stop! What do you mean by that?" Harry yelled, gripping his wand and standing alert.
"I am a simple creature, Harry. I believe in the philosophy of an eye for an eye. I believe in revenge. You killed Quirrell, my servant. And that means I need to even the odds. That means I need to kill someone close to you. Conveniently, I am possessing your sister who you are quite fond of. Let's fight, Harry. Let's see if you are selfless enough to die for her or are you going to kill her to save yourself." Voldemort smirked and pointed Iris' wand at him.
"Avada Kedavra!" His cute sister's face twisted in an ugly snarl as the Killing Curse left her wand.
Harry dodged the spell and trained his wand at his sister's body.
"Somnus!"
"I see. So, you are not going to hurt her. That's a bit disappointing, Harry. I thought you had it in you. The crave for power. The heart to use everything and everyone for you. But it seems I was wrong." Voldemort chuckled darkly as he batted away the sleeping spell and kept throwing killing curses as if they were going out of fashion.
But Harry was very powerful. His speed, his strength, his raw power easily eclipsed Iris'. Not a single spell came close to hitting him as he easily sidestepped them.
Voldemort nodded at him, acknowledging his speed.
After five minutes of just shooting curses at him, Voldemort was on his knees, extremely tired. Harry on the other hand was as fresh as he was five minutes before.
"Leave my sister's body and I will find a way to take out the Philosopher's Stone from the mirror. I will give you the Stone by next week. Just leave her body." Harry bargained desperately, seeing there was no way Voldemort would simply go away.
And Harry had no weapons to fight a half-ghosty thingy without hurting his own sister. He was out of options. The Philosopher's stone wasn't worth his sister. Nothing was. His sister's life was priceless.
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