Chapter Thirty- Rescuing the Stone II

                                    

                                          
  "Where are we? A graveyard?" Harry asked as they made it to the center of the board.

                          
"This is no graveyard, it's a chessboard," Ron said and it all started to make sense.
                          
    "There's the door!" (Y/n) pointed to the large wooden door in the back of the other side of the room but she knew it wouldn't be all the easy. And she was right because the pawns wouldn't let them pass until they won the game of chess.
                          
  "Now what do we do?" Hermione asked. (Y/n) didn't really see much of an option here.
                          
"Its obvious isn't it? We've got to play our way across the room. All right, Harry, you take the empty bishop's square. Hermione and (Y/n) you'll be the queen-side castle. As for me, I'll be a knight," Ron said. Hermione followed her friend to their square in the back corner.
                          
   "What happens now?" Hermione asked.
                          
 "Well, white moves first, and then we play."
                          
"Ron you don't suppose this'll be like real wizard's chess do you?" Hermione questioned.
                          
     "You there D-5." The pawn moved and was viciously knocked down by the white piece causing a loud thundering noise as it fell. "Yes Hermione I think this is gonna be exactly like wizard's chess."
                          
  The game went on as Ron took control of the majority of it. The other three sat back, not having as much knowledge about the game as their red haired friend. That was, until Harry noticed the only option they had left to win.
                          
    "Wait a minute."
                          
"You understand right Harry. Once I make my move the queen will take me. Then you're free to check the king." Ron gulped trying to hide the obvious fear behind his eyes.
                          
  "No. Ron no!" Harry exclaimed.
                          
"What is it?!" Hermione screamed to them from across the board.
                          
      "He is going to sacrifice himself!" Harry replied.
                          
  "No you can't! There must be another way!" (Y/n) said in disbelief.
                          
"Do you wanna stop Snape from getting that Stone or not? Harry, it's you that has to go on. I know it! Not me! Not Hermione! Not (Y/n)! You! Knight to H-3." Slowly Ron's horse moves him to the square. "Check." Mere moments later the chess piece is stabbing through Ron's horse forcing him to fall onto the ground.
                          
     (Y/n) went to help her brother when Harry stops her before she can leave the box. "No don't move! Don't forget we're still playing!" He walks up to the the King slowly. "Checkmate." After saying that word, the sword drops and the game ends so the three all rush to Ron's side. "Take care of Ron then go to the owlery. Send a message to Dumbledore. Ron's right. I have to go on."
                          
  "I'm coming with you," (Y/n) says.
                          
     "I'm going alone. I can't risk anyone else's life like Ron's, I need to go alone," Harry replies firmly.
                          
  "Harry when have you known me to take no for an answer," The girl says with a sigh. He sighs back, thinking of a response.
                          
     "Fine. But if it comes down to you or me, I'm not putting you in danger."
                          
"Deal."
                          
   "You'll be okay. You're great wizards. You really are," Hermione says with a small smile.
                          
  "Not as good as you," Harry replies.
                          
      "Me? Books, cleverness. There are more important things. Friendship and bravery. And please, just be careful," Hermione said. The other two nod and turn to walk to the double doors.
                          
   The doors opened to reveal a bunch of stairs leading into a cold, dark dungeon. After the first set of stairs Harry begins to walk slower and grabs onto his forehead. A dreadful feeling hits (Y/n) in the stomach and she begins to feel physically ill, like a knife was shoved into her stomach and twisted.
                          
"Are you okay?" (Y/n) ignores her sharp pain and asks as her friend begins to gasp at the pain.
                          
       "My scar it's-" He stops talking midway as we approach a man facing a large mirror seeming to be the one Harry had told his friend about. The pain gets worse and moves up into the girl's head as the world begins to spin. They get close enough to see a familiar purple turban. "You? No it can't be; Snape he was he was the one-"
                          
   "Yes he does seem the type doesn't he? Next to him who would suspect p-p-poor st-st-stuttering Professor Quirrell?" (Y/n)'s mouth hangs open as the thoughts race around in her head.
                          
  "But that day, during the Quidditch match, Snape tried to kill me," Harry said.
                          
     "Oh no dear boy, I tried to kill you! And trust me if Snape's cloak hadn't caught on fire and broken my eye contact I would have succeeded. Even with Snape muttering his little counter-curse." Harry looks to his friend and she gives him an 'I-told-you-so' look despite their current situation.
                          
  "Snape was trying to save me?" He asked.
                          
      "Yes, you and his problematic child," Quirrell says eyes glaring into (Y/n)'s (e/c) eyes.
                          
    "Ouch," She replies, her head still pounding as the world got fainter and fainter.
                          
"I knew you two were a danger to me right from the off. Especially after Halloween."
                          
   "Then... then you let the troll in!"
                          
        "Very good Potter yes. Snape unfortunately wasn't fooled, when every one else was running about the dungeon Snape went to the third floor to head me of. He of course never trusted me again. He rarely left me alone. But he doesn't understand, I'm never alone. Never. Now does this mirror do? I see what I desire. I see myself holding the Stone. But how do I get it?"
                          
    "Use the boy," a mysterious voice filled the air as Harry once again grasped his scar. The dizziness in (Y/n)'s head began to worsen causing her to stumble backwards and sit on the steps.
                          
      "(Y/n) are you okay?" Harry questioned to which she nodded, barely being able to hear his words.
                          
   "Come here Potter! Now! Tell me what do you see?" The professor pauses as Harry admires whatever he saw in the mirror. "What is it what do you see!?"
                          
"I'm shaking hands with Dumbledore. I've won the House Cup," Harry stutters as a reply which was an obvious fib.
                          
          "He lies," the voice again appears resulting in a scorching pain in the girl's abdomen.
                          
   "Tell the truth! What do you see?" Quirrell yells.
                          
"Let me speak to him."
                          
      "Master you are not strong enough."
                          
    "I have strength enough for this."
                          
Quirrell begins to unwrap the purple turban on his head, but as he lifts the final part of it, (Y/n)'s world goes black.
                          
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Hi omg i literally published this with the second half written in first person idk what i was thinking hahaha so sorry if there's an occasional 'I' instead of (Y/n) lol