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Y/N shivered. Just looking at Voldemort made him really uncomfortable.

Harry ran towards Y/N, removing the cloth from his mouth.

Y/N: Harry, Run away!
He shouted.

But Harry shook his head.
Harry: No, there's no way I'm leaving you here!
He shouted.

Voldemort: Kill the other one!
Voldemort hissed.

Quirrel waved his wand, throwing Harry away from Y/N, into a wall.

Quirrel then started walking towards Y/N, who looked at him in horror.
Y/N: No! Don't come near!
He yelled in fear.

Quirrel grabbed the boy from his throat, lifting him up in the air.

A huge wave of pain pervaded Y/N's body, as tears filled his eyes.
Y/N: I don't want to die!
Be yelled, his voice 10 times stronger than normal, as he made the entire room shake.

Cracks opened on the walls and the ceiling, and even the Mirror Shattered. Quirrel and Voldemort looked around, in shock, surprised at how, an 11 year old kid could do such damage with his voice only.

Then, Quirrel screamed in pain, as he let go of   Y/N. He couldn't touch the boys without getting hurt.

Quirrel: My Lord, it hurts, IT HURTS!

Then, Harry appeared out of nowhere, and pushed his hands on Quirrel's face.

It started to crumble, and after a few instants, Quirrel turned to ashes.

Y/N's pain started to slowly fade away. The ropes that tied him up vanished.

He tried to get up, but lost balance and was about to fall.

Harry caught him just in time. He looked at him worriedly. Y/N had passed out.

Harry lifted him up, and started walking towards the exit. But then, everything became black, and he too fell on the ground too, unconscious.

The Stone fell from his pocket, and shattered on the ground.

When they opened their eyes, they found themselves in the Hospital Wing.

Y/N's entire body was hurting like hell.
Dumbledore: You finally woke up.
He said, smiling at them, as he walked in.

Harry: Professor! Voldemort... The Stone!
He said, panicking. Dumbledore chuckled.

Dumbledore: What happened between you two and Professor Quirrel is a secret. So, of course, everyone in the school knows about it.
He said, before explaining everything to them.

Y/N: Professor, why Quirrel couldn't touch us?
He asked hesitantly.

Dumbledore: Simple. Because of love.
He said. They looked at him in confusion.

Harry: What?
He asked.
Dumbledore: You see, Voldemort never really understood what love is. He hates it. That's why Quirrel couldn't touch you. Because he too, didn't understand what love is.
He said.

Harry: So? What about Flamel now? Will he die?

Dumbledore: He and his wife have plenty of Elisir of Life for now, but I think yes. In the end, both of them will die.
He said.

He then smiled at the Twins.
Dumbledore: But don't worry for him. After all, to the well-organized mind, death is but the next great adventure.
He said.

After that, he left. Harry looked at Y/N, who just laid there, staring at the ceiling, deep in thought.

He then looks at Harry.
Y/N: Harry... How are you feeling?
He asked.

Harry: What about you?
He asked.

Y/N shrugged.
Y/N: Meh, I've felt better, to be honest.
He said, making Harry laugh.

The next day, after two hours spent convincing a very strict Madame Pomfrey, they were finally able to leave the Hospital Wing.

They went to the Great Hall, where they met Ron and Hermione. They smiled at them. But their smiles slowly faded away.

Ron: Slytherin won.
He said.

Y/N glanced at Slytherin's table, where he could see Malfoy was smirking triumphantly.
Y/N: Damn it.
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