Harry x F!Reader {Year 1}

Your p.o.v.

"Yup. Him." I sighed.

Harry and the man turn to me in shock.

"You knew?" Harry asked me.

I nodded, "I told you it wasn't my Dad, plus I saw this idiot covering his mouth, making eye contact with you when your broom was being jinxed." I explained to him.

"Yes. Smart girl." Quirrell smiled.

He then proceeded, "Next to your father, who would suspect p-p-p-poor st-stuttering Professor Quirrell?" He pretended to stutter and then smirked.

"I thought it w-was Snape who tried to kill me." Harry stuttered, still trying to process everything.

"No, dear boy. I tried to kill you. And trust me, if y/n hadn't blocked my view and Snape's cloak hadn't caught on fire, blocking my eye contact, I would have succeeded. Even with Snape muttering his little counter-curse." Quirrell explained to us.

"Snape tried to save me?" Harry asked in disbelief.

I rolled my eyes.

"I told you." I said.

"I knew you were a danger to me, right from the start. Especially after Halloween." Squirrell said.

"I like Squirrell. Your name is now Squirrell." I told him thoughtfully.

"Not the time." Harry scolded.

I shrugged, "It's always the time for me. He's the one who let the troll in. My Dad knew it was a diversion, so he beat Squirrell to the stone and instead got bit by Fluffy."

"How'd you know?" Harry asked.

"I put the pieces together." I shrugged.

"Very good, Ms. Snape. He, of course, never trusted me again." Quirrell explained, looking back to the mirror. As he does so, Harry winces in pain.

"He rarely left me alone. But he doesn't understand. I'm never alone. Never. Now, what does this mirror do? I see what I desire. I see myself holding the stone, but how do I get it?" Squirrell asked to no one in particular.

So I assume.

"Use the boy or girl." Came a voice, almost like a whisper.

"Oh, hell no! You are not using me!" I exclaimed.

Squirrell sighed.

"Come here, Snape. Now." He said sternly.

Harry stepped in front of me.

"I'll go." He volunteered.

"Harry, we should just wait for Dumbledore." I whispered to him.

"He won't get here in time." He whispered back, then walked forward to the mirror.

"Tell me. . . What do you see?" Squirrell asks.

After a few moments, I see Harry touch his pocket.

He must have the stone.

My eyes widened in shock.

"What is it? What do you see?" Squirrell asked Harry.

"He sees you with the stone!" I yelled with fake excitement.

Then my face turned to annoyed as I said, "You stupid git."

"I've had enough of you!" Squirrell yelled and pointed his wand at me.

"No. . . The girl is not to be harmed. . ." The voice said.

"Look, weird voice. . . Thank you, but uh. . . Why?" I asked but was ignored.