"Hey, guys!" Niki said, bounding happily towards her best friends. And Ron.
"Niki!" Harry exclaimed, sounding immensely relieved. "What happened to you?"
"I was dropped into a room with keys." Niki informed the group. "I had to pick the correct one or I'd most likely die. Or so the riddle said. Plus the room was slowly running out of air."
"Wow." Harry said. "I had to get past a troll."
"I had to get past Devil's Snare." Ron said. "Again. And this time it'd actually kill you."
"I had to pick a potion. Three were wine, two were poison, one would take me back, and one would let me go forward." Hermione said. "We both got logic puzzles, Niki!"
"What are the odds." Harry muttered, shaking his head. "Well, come on."
The quartet moved down the only corridor there was, and eventually found themselves in a large room. At the back, there was the Mirror of Erised. And standing in front of the mirror was-
"Quirrell!" Harry said. "And- someone?"
Quirrell was standing next to a woman with long, red hair. They both turned around.
"Harry Potter." Quirrell said, in a voice that did not stutter.
"And friends." the woman said. "Dragione Hawthorn has been kind enough to lend me her body, but I'm looking for a younger, stronger body. One that will last far longer."
Niki glanced at Harry, who looked back at her. They had identical looks of incomprehension on their faces. What does she, or he, or, it, mean?
"Oh, I think you know what I mean." Dragione said. "Think, Nicole. What could the big bad Voldemort mean?"
And then Niki got it. And she couldn't let it happen.
"No!" she exclaimed. "Possessing someone shortens their life spans, no! You're not going to do that!"
"Um, Niki, what does she mean?" Harry asked tentatively.
"She wants you!" Niki shrieked, getting hysterical. "She's going to possess you, and if she's in you for too long, it'll kill you!"
Harry visibly paled. Ron let out a roar of anger and rushed at Dragione, but with one lazy flick of her wand, he was blasted sidways into the wall. Ron slid down the stone onto the floor, unmoving. Hermione screamed and ran towards him, and Dragione waved her wand towards the young girl. Hermione was instantly bound so tightly that she couldn't move and inch, no matter how hard she struggled.
Dragione sneered. "Now, on to the more interesting fight..."