Unstoppable

Chapter Thirty Mark of Love & Nadia talks to Nicholas Flamel

Voldemort: Stop him. [Quirrell snaps his fingers, instantly causing fire walls to block all the exits, trapping Harry in the room] Don't be a fool! Why suffer a horrific death when you can join me and live?

"Eww," said Nadia.

"Why can't you ever be nice," asked Harry shaking his head.

"You want me to be nice to the bad guy like seriously are you okay," answered Nadia.

"I mean no but you can't just be rude to everyone like for example your rude to my best friend," replied Harry.

"That's just my personality that you simply adore and love about me thats why your willing to marry me," said Nadia smirking at Harry.

"She has a point there Harry," added Hermione.

Harry: [shakes his head] Never!

Voldemort: Haha. Bravery. Your parents had it too. Tell me, Harry, would you like to see your mother and father again? Together, we can bring them back. [In the mirror, Harry's parents appear in the reflection.] All I ask for is something in return. [Harry takes the Stone from his pocket.] That's it, Harry. There is no good and evil. There is only power, and those too weak to seek it. Together, we'll do extraordinary things. Just give me the stone! [James and Lily Potter fade from the reflection]

Harry: You liar!

Voldemort: Kill him!

"No!" Yelled Lily, Euphemia, James and Fleamont.

[Under orders, Quirrell soars into the air and grabs hold of Harry with one hand on his throat. They fall to the steps, causing the Stone falls out of Harry's reach as Quirrell chokes him. Harry strains and squeaks. Suddenly, Harry puts his hand on Quirrell's hand in an attempt to get him off. Smoke furls from under his hand as Quirrell winces.]

Quirrell: Ahh! Ahh! [He backs up away from Harry. His hand is crumbling into ash and dust.] What is this magic? [His hand disintegrates]

Voldemort: Fool! Get the stone!

[Quirrell walks forward towards Harry, who then touches his face with his hands, causing Quirrell to scream in pain, and especially Voldemort to wince. Harry looks on horrified as Quirrell backs up with his face horrendously burned. Quirrell crumbles as he walks forward, turning his body completely in ash and dust, and falls to the floor, leaving only his clothing. Harry gasps, as he looks at his own hands and hurries over to the stone. He picks it up and sighs. However, from behind, dust clouds form from Quirrell's corpse, causing Harry to turn around as the dust clouds with Voldemort's face rushes forward screaming and goes through Harry who also screams. Voldemort flies away, as Harry falls to the ground, unconscious. He holds the Stone in an outstretched hand.]

"Anyone else holding their breath," asked James while others nodding.

[In the hospital wing the next day, Harry is lying in bed with his arm bandaged. He awakens, puts on his glasses, and sits up. There are cards and candy all over. Dumbledore approaches him.]

Dumbledore: Good afternoon, Harry. Ah. Tokens from your admirers?

Harry: Admirers?

"I hope you don't think I was one of them," asked Nadia.

"One could only dream," answered Harry staring at Nadia with a dreamy in love look.

"What did you see in him," asked Draco rolling his eyes at Harry.