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Slowly, the room emptied as people drifted off to bed.
Ron followed right away. He landed, sprawled next to Harry.
Peeves almost fell out of the air in shock. He caught himself in time and hovered about a foot off the stairs.
It was the unicorn all right, and it was dead. Harry had never seen anything so beautiful and sad. Its long, slender legs were stuck out at odd angles where it had fallen and its mane was spread pearly-white on the dark leaves.
"Then kill him, fool, and be done!" screeched Voldemort.
He saw his reflection, pale and scared-looking at first. But a moment later, the reflection smiled at him. It put its hand into its pocket and pulled out a blood-red stone. It winked and put the Stone back in its pocket -- and as it did so, Harry felt something heavy drop into his real pocket. Somehow -- incredibly -- he'd gotten the Stone.
"How?" said Hermione nervously.
"No," said Harry, startled by the odd question. "We've only used the horn and tail hair in Potions."
"Yes..." said Ron softly, "It's the only way... I've got to be taken."
"Go on then, try and hit me!" said Neville, raising his fists. "I'm ready!"
"Yeh could've died!" sobbed Hagrid. "An' don' say the name!"
He tried to edge to the left, to get in front of the glass without Quirrell noticing, but the ropes around his ankles were too tight: he tripped and fell over. Quirrell ignored him. He was still talking to himself. "What does this mirror do? How does it work? Help me, Master!"
I want to go to the feast," he told Madam Pomfrey as she straightened his many candy boxes. I can, can't I?"
Something bright white was gleaming on the ground. They inched closer.
Hermione buried her face in her arms; Harry strongly suspected she had burst into tears. Gryffindors up and down the table were beside themselves -- they were a hundred points up. "Third -- to Mr. Harry Potter..." said Dumbledore. The room went deadly quiet for pure nerve and outstanding courage, I award Gryffindor house sixty points."