Disclaimer: I don't own any characters used, they are from Harry Potter by J.K. Rowling, except for any OCs. This is for entertainment purposes only and I do not profit from this fic financially.

Harry stood in front of the Hogwarts students. He spoke with confidence, but inside he was trembling in anger and fear of his parents' murderer. "I'll die before I let you even touch my friends."

"Good, because you're going to die later," Voldemort replied smoothly, almost tasting victory. "Now, where's good ol' Dumbledore? Go fetch him, will you? I recall you like playing dog to him."

The Death Eaters behind their Master all laughed mockingly. One said, "Yeah doggie, go play fetch."

The rest laughed uproariously.

Harry's cheeks burned traitorously. How dare they make fun of him? And didn't they know that Dumbledore was the greatest and most powerful wizard in centuries?! Nonetheless, Harry did as he was told. He went to get Dumbledore.

"Ahh Tom, fancy seeing you again. Although I wish it could be under better terms," Dumbledore announced serenely, as if there weren't thirty wands being pointed at him.

Voldemort leaned closer. "Where. Is. She. Old. Man?! I won't repeat myself again."

Dumbledore still smiled. "Now, now, what's the fun in revealing that?"

Harry interrupted. "Wait, who is she, Headmaster?"

"Someone of little concern Harry," the Headmaster answered, eyes still twinkling away.

Voldemort started trembling in indignation. "Little concern?! She is not of little concern! As a matter of fact Potter, do you know why the legend of You-Know-Who was born?"

Harry asked, confusion present in his face. "It isn't a legend, you're him, aren't you?"

"Wrong. People often call me that for my dark deeds. But it simply is a legend. I haven't killed anyone. Not even your precious parents. Although there is someone I would much like to kill. He's the one behind Voldemort, You-Know-Who. I had nothing to do with it. For gods' sake, I don't even live in Great Britain!"

Harry was completely puzzled. "How do I know you're telling the truth? You gave me this scar remember? Also, you just admitted you wanted to kill someone. Who? And where do you live then?"

Voldemort sighed. "And you've been in my presence for almost an entire hour, haven't you wondered why your scar doesn't hurt? I don't have a snake face, I just look young because of no-maj hair dye. FYI, I want to kill Dumbles over there. I also have lived in America for a decade, then moved to Australia, where I have lived ever since."

"I-I don't get it?" Potter stuttered. The Death Eaters laughed once again at him.

Snape sneered. "Potter, don't you know the Dark Lord hates bumbling fools?"

Hermione Granger stood up. "If this is true then, and I'm not saying it is, then who do you want?"

"I want…," Voldemort slowly enunciated. "Minerva Kieran McGonagall."

Weasley shouted, "No! You can't have her!"

"Wait, I thought you wanted Harry," Hermione ignored her boyfriend.

Voldemort snorted. "Did you just miss the entire conversation? I'm not evil, I live in Australia, and I use hair dye. Jeez."

"Professor McGonagall isn't going anywhere with a monster like you," Harry retorted firmly.

Riddle smirked. "Why not let her make that decision herself?"

"Ok-" Harry was cut off by Dumbledore.

"NO! She is to never meet him!"

Hermione shouted, "Why not? Unless you have something to hide…"

A racket was made on the far side of the Great Hall. A tall, lithe figure appeared. "What is all this idiocy?"

Riddle smiled. "Hey Min. Just dropping by and visiting."

"What are you doing here? And…, gods will I kill you DUMBLEDORE!" McGonagall roared. "HOW DARE YOU TAMPER WITH MY MIND! Where's POPPY?!"

Snape answered swiftly, "Poppy is right here."

Madam Pomfrey inched forward, then clutched her head. Something happened while Minerva started cursing in very colorful words at the Headmaster. Poppy joined in once she remembered Dumbledore's schemes.

She screamed, "Why you bloody little…"

Riddle raised his hands. "Ladies, I don't really mind this, but we really should move this elsewhere before the rest of the students come and get confused."

"Right. We can go to my office. By the way, how's little Gwen and Shane? I can't believe they're almost ten. Time really does fly," directed Minerva.

Harry yelled, "He's got kids?!"

McGonagall said harshly, "Mr. Potter, don't act so incredulous. Whatever lies Dumbledore told you were wrong, very wrong."

"HOW?! He's the greatest wizard in the world," Ron defended. "What happened? You were his biggest supporter."

Riddle snorted. "Biggest supporter? You mean biggest hater! Min hated Transfigurations so much she took like skipped like all the classes! Most of it was because old Dumbles taught it. She barely passed!"

"Really?" Hermione was more open-minded, she had to be since she was introduced to the magical world.

Minerva gave her a wry chuckle. "Yes, really. Gwen and Shane are adopted, for your very much needed information Mr. Potter. And they're no-majs. Got a problem with that?" She said the last part threateningly.