"What a lovely night for a moonlit stroll…" As he walked through the dark forest Harry Potter became aware of movement in the clearing directly in front of him. Not wanting to miss any perceived excitement he slowly made his way out of the treeline and spotted what appeared to be a man devouring a Unicorn.
"Such bad table manners."
The figure spun, drawing a wand instantly as it faced the small child.
Professor Quirrell
"Drats, and here I thought that I would be surprised as to your identity. What a shame that it was so obvious."
"Potter, so is this when Albus Dumbledore charges out with the cavalry?"
"Not unless he followed me very quietly, and considering what the man considers fashionable I doubt he would be able to sneak up on a comatose man." This earned a slight chuckle from the teacher, who still cast his gaze around for any suspected ambush. After finding none his silver covered grin turned malicious.
"Quite the mistake you made here boy . Confronting a dangerous monster like myself."
"I am sure that I'll be fine, although the forest is a rather dangerous place…"
"You are a fool. I know all about you Potter. I know that your defeat of The Dark Lord was a fluke, I know that you are just a slightly intelligent first year and nothing more. I know you lack any magical training that would make you a threat to me. You are out of your league."
"Interesting, you claim to know quite a bit about me, and yet I know a few facts concerning you as well."
"Oh? Enlighten me then Potter. What could you possibly know about one such as myself?"
"Well, considering you are drinking Unicorn Blood it appears as though your body is falling apart, probably due to the whole 'host to an evil spiritual parasite' thing. You are constantly muttering to yourself which means you are probably in contact with it, and that it has some consciousness. The pitiful attempt at acting implies that you wish to put everyone at ease. The fact you were the only staff member not present at the Halloween feast would suggest that you are the one who let the Troll into the castle, and you are attempting to achieve immortality through the use of an ancient artifact."
Quirrell stared at the boy slack-jawed. How the hell had he figured out that much about him in only a few months? Even Dumbledore did not seem to be that well informed! Then he realized something.
"The boy… he knows about the stone, make him get it for you!" a voice rasped from behind the professor.
"Oh the Philosopher's Stone? I would love to but… it is such a far walk back to the castle and all…"
"He has it! Make him give it to you!"
The normally stuttering man nodded with a sneer, before raising his wand and firing a bright red curse at the boy, who turned to the side and easily avoided it.
"Now that wasn't very nice." An instance later, and with the slightest of gestures from the boy, everything below the older man's knees exploded in a shower of gore.
Falling to the ground, it took several seconds for the realization of what had just occurred, along with the pain, to reach the man. When it did his screams of agony echoed through the forest.
"Oh come now, surely you have some sort of spell that can regrow those. You might want to do so quickly though, lest you bleed to death."
"Y-you monster!"
"Monster? You are the one with a Dark Lord's face attached to the back of your skull yet you call me a monster?"
Harry slowly advanced toward the professor, who began to crawl away in a pathetic attempt to escape. "S-stay back! STAY AWAY FROM ME!"
"Oh come now our duel isn't quite done yet . Surely you have some other spells to use on me? Surely this is not all that you are capable of."
"D-demon! M-m-monster!"
"A pity, well as fun as this has been I find your teaching skills to be sub par. Hopefully your replacement will be more effective."
The screams that echoed through the night scared away even the most dangerous of predators.
...
"Harry?"
"I told you I would return my dear."
"Did you have a nice walk?"
"I did, it was very relaxing."
"Good, now if you don't mind I could use some warmth and cuddling." Hedwig practically demanded, as the boy climbed back into the bed behind her.
"I thought you would never ask."
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"Albus"
The Headmaster looked over to the Potion Master, who gestured towards the empty seat at the staff table. Quirrell had not been seen that morning. Following their breakfast the two journeyed to the man's quarters, only to find him missing. A flick of the elder Wizard's wand summoned the other staff members.
"It appears as though one of our own has gone missing. Please search the school until he is found, until then all students will be confined to their dormitories for safety."
Hagrid reported back several hours later, that the body had been found.
"God in Heaven Albus…" Minerva whispered, as she turned away from the horrific scene they had arrived at in the forest.
It was Quirrell, at least part of him. From what Dumbledore could tell the body had been literally torn to pieces by some sort of powerful wild animal. Organs, bones, muscles, skin, and blood covered the ground in a wide area and it was only the fact that they had located part of the man's face that they could even identify the body.
"Hagrid my friend, you know more about what lives in these woods than any of us. What do you think could have done this?"
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