"You don't" a voice came from behind them, standing there on steps that Harry could swear weren't there a moment ago, was Professor Quirrell, but the stammering loser they had been learning from all year was gone. "I knew it! I knew you were behind all this" Harry growled. "Well, not all of it" Quirrell laughed."I mean, the plans were all Albus, although jinxing your broom was James Potter, but that's not what matters, what I'm curious about is how three measly students like yourselves not only found out but managed to get past everything? You aren't the ones who are meant to be here" "We are just that good" Harry said moving his head sharply as he smirked. "Don't lie to me!" Quirrell shrieked, causing them to flinch at the highness and sharpness he reached. "Merlin, that sounded part Banshee" Draco complained as he rubbed his ears. "What's the plan? What does your precious leader want to happen?" Harry questioned. "Why do you care? Why are you here?" Quirrell shot back.