    Harry stared at the mirror, but he couldn’t see Quirrell in it. He knew the man was behind him, knew that he should be able to see him in the mirror... But he couldn’t. He could only see his reflection, smirking at him. Harry paused, eyes narrowing. He wasn’t smirking, but his reflection was. As he watched, his reflection reached into its pocket and pulled out a blood red stone. His reflection held it up, taking a moment to study it before locking eyes with Harry and dropping the Stone back into its pocket.