”better save your own life
and join me... or youll meet the same end as your parents.... they
died begging me for mercy...”
”liar!” harry shouted suddenly.
quirrell was walking backward at him, so that voldemort could
still see him. the evil failing.
”how toug...” it hissed. ”i always value bravery... yes,
boy, your parents were brave.... i killed your father first;
a up a ceous fight... but your mother have
died... she was trying to protect you.... he stone,
unless you wao have died in vain.”
”never!”
harry sprang toward the flame door, but voldemort screamed ”seize
him!” a sed, harry felt quirrells hand his
wrist. at oneedle-sharp pain seared across harrys scar;
his head felt as though it was about to split in two; he yelled,
struggling with all his might, and to his surprise, quirrell let go
of him. the pain in his head lessened -- he looked around wildly to
see where quirrell had gone, and saw him hun pain, looking
at his fihey were blistering before his eyes.
”seize him! seize him!” shrieked vain, and quirrell
lunged, knog harry off his feet landing on top of him,
both hands around harrys neck -- harrys scar was almost blinding
him with pai he could see quirrell howling in agony.
”master, i -- my hands -- my hands!”
ahough pinning harry to the ground with his knees,
let go of his ared, bewildered, at his own palms --
harry could see they looked burned, raw, red, and shiny.
”then kill him, fool, and be done!” screeort.
quirrell raised his hand to perform a deadly curse, but harry,
by instinct, read grabbed quirrells face --
”aaaargh!”
quirrell rolled off him, his face blistering, too, and then
harry knew: quirrell t touch his bare skin, not without
suffering terrible pain -- his oo keep hold of
quirrell, keep him in enough pain to st a curse.
harry jumped to his feet, caught quirrell by the arm, and hung