You? No, it can't be.
-Snape, he was the... -Yes, he does seem the type, doesn't he?
Next to him, who would suspect... poor, stuttering Professor Quirrell?
But that day, during the Quidditch match, Snape tried to kill me.
No, dear boy. I tried to kill you!
And trust me, if Snape's cloak hadn't caught fire and broken my eye contact... I would have succeeded.
Even with Snape muttering his little countercurse.
Snape was trying to save me?
I knew from the start you were a danger to me, especially after Halloween.
-Then you let the troll in! -Very good, Potter, yes.
Snape, unfortunately, wasn't fooled.
While everyone else was running about the dungeon, he went to the third floor to head me off.
He, of course, never trusted me again.
He rarely left me alone. But he doesn't understand.
I'm never alone. Never.
Now, what does this mirror do?
I see what I desire. I see myself holding the Stone.
-But how do I get it? -Use the boy.
Come here, Potter! Now!
Tell me, what do you see?
What is it? What do you see?
I'm shaking hands with Dumbledore. I've won the house cup.
-He lies. -Tell the truth! What do you see?
-Let me speak to him. -Master, you are not strong enough.
I have strength enough for this.
-Harry Potter... we meet again. -Voldemort.
Yes. You see what I've become?
See what I must do to survive?
Live off another. A mere parasite.
Unicorn blood can sustain me... but it cannot give me a body of my own.
But there is something that can. Something that, conveniently enough, lies in your pocket.
Stop him!
Don't be a fool.
-Why suffer horrific death... when you can join me and live? -Never!
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.
All I ask is for something in return.
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!
-You liar! -Kill him!
-What is this magic? -Fool, get the Stone!