The Trio Confront Quirrell
The final chamber was quiet.
Too quiet.
The Troll Trio entered dramatically:
Ron in front, wand shaking
Neville sweating bullets
Seamus already burning his sleeve
Quirrell turned slowly from the Mirror of Erised.
Quirrell:
"Oh… it's you three."
Even Voldemort groaned.
Ron Attempts a Duel (Fails Spectacularly)
Ron pointed his wand.
Ron:
"V-V-Voldypants! W-We're here to stop you!"
A pause.
Voldemort:
"…Who?"
Quirrell snorted.
Ron flicked his wand:
Ron:
"E-expellar—expell—expla—EXPLORAMA!"
His wand burst into sparks.
Neville tripped over him.
Seamus exploded backwards into a pillar.
Quirrell didn't even move.
Quirrell:
"…Are you three a joke sent by Dumbledore?"
Voldemort: "Pathetic."
Voldemort, through the back of Quirrell's head:
Voldemort:
"Just kill them."
Quirrell raised his wand—
—and the three boys screamed.
Ron fell backward… and hit his head.
Neville fainted.
Seamus blew up his OWN shoes.
All three were now unconscious.
Quirrell laughed.
Quirrell:
"Too easy."
But Then the Room Went Dark.
Completely. Utterly. Wrongly. Dark.**
A cold, suffocating pressure filled the chamber.
Shadows twisted.
The torches died out.
Even Voldemort froze.
Voldemort:
"…What is this magic?"
Two figures walked out of the darkness.
One silent flame-blue knight: Ceruledge
One towering shadow phantom: Darkrai
They stopped in front of Quirrell.
Voldemort: "Identify yourselves."
Darkrai's eye glowed red.
Darkrai (telepathy):
"We are your nightmares."
Ceruledge ignited twin spectral swords.
Voldemort felt fear.
Real fear.
⚔️ The Battle Wasn't Even a Battle
Quirrell attacked first.
Shadow ball.
Darkrai simply absorbed it.
Then:
Darkrai:
"Pathetic."
He launched Shadow Ball—
Quirrell was thrown across the chamber.
Ceruledge dashed in, a blue ghost-flame blur:
Shadow Claw — slashing across Quirrell's chest
Sacred Fire — burning his robe
Ghost Blade — carving through the possessed form
Darkrai finished it:
Dark Pulse
The blast vaporized Quirrell into dust.
Voldemort screamed as the dark body hosting him collapsed.
Voldemort:
"I will retur—"
Darkrai:
"No."
A blast of shadow hit him, and Voldemort's spirit was forced to flee in terror.
He didn't even try to fight.
✨ Aftermath: Dumbledore Arrives Late (Again)
A golden flash.
Fawkes appeared.
Dumbledore appeared, breathless.
Dumbledore:
"Darkrai? …Ceruledge? What happened?"
Darkrai pointed toward the unconscious trio.
Darkrai:
"They fought. They failed.
We intervened."
Ceruledge bowed politely.
Dumbledore pinched the bridge of his nose.
Dumbledore:
"Of course they failed."
He checked Ron.
Still unconscious.
Still smelling of burnt socks.
He checked Neville.
Still drooling on the floor.
He checked Seamus.
Still smoking slightly.
Dumbledore sighed the sigh of a man who regretted all his life choices.
Dumbledore:
"Thank you, both of you."
Fawkes flapped his wings, levitating the trio, carrying them away.
Dumbledore turned back—
But Darkrai and Ceruledge were gone.
Along with…
The Philosopher's Stone.
Darkrai's Last Words Before Leaving
As they vanished back into shadow:
Darkrai:
"Master Keith will keep the Stone safe."
Ceruledge:
clang (translation: "And away from idiots.")
And the chamber turned silent again.