The Man with Two Faces

           ItwasQuirrell. 

           "You!"gaspedHarry. 

           Quirrellsmiled. Hisfacewasn’ttwitchingatall. 

           "Me,"hesaidcalmly. "IwonderedwhetherI’dbemeetingyouhere,Potter." 

           "ButIthought—Snape—" 

           "Severus? "Quirrelllaughed,anditwasn’thisusualquiveringtreble,either,butcoldandsharp. "Yes,Severusdoesseemthetype,doesn’the? Sousefultohavehimswoopingaroundlikeanovergrownbat. Nexttohim,whowouldsuspectp-p-poor,st-stutteringP-ProfessorQuirrell?" 

           Harrycouldn’ttakeitin. Thiscouldn’tbetrue,itcouldn’t. 

           "ButSnapetriedtokillme!" 

           "No,no,no. Itriedtokillyou. YourfriendMissGrangeraccidentallyknockedmeoverassherushedtosetfiretoSnapeatthatQuidditchmatch.Shebrokemyeyecontactwithyou. AnotherfewsecondsandI’dhavegotyouoffthatbroom. I’dhavemanageditbeforethenifSnapehadn’tbeenmutteringacountercurse,tryingtosaveyou." 

           "Snapewastryingtosaveme?" 

           "Ofcourse,"saidQuirrellcoolly. "Whydoyouthinkhewantedtorefereeyournextmatch? HewastryingtomakesureIdidn’tdoitagain. Funny,really...heneedn’thavebothered. Icouldn’tdoanythingwithDumbledorewatching. AlltheotherteachersthoughtSnapewastryingtostopGryffindorfromwinning,hedidmakehimselfunpopular...andwhatawasteoftime,whenafterallthat,I’mgoingtokillyoutonight."