Anyway, answers to some questions: I'm not telling you about who Sky will be paired yet, but unfortunately for Slash fans, it will be a girl. If you want to read Slash fics, I have written a few, which can be found in my profile.

Also there will be at least one Horcrux, maybe more, but at the moment I'm leaning towards not making Sky one. It may change in the future.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter

'Thoughts'

"Speaking"

The plan was set. Sky had met up with Marcus and laid out his idea to him and Marcus had agreed to do it, only offering a few suggestions to improve it. Now they only needed to wait for the right time.

Now however, Sky was entering the Hufflepuff Common room and wondering about the crowd gathered around the notice board.

"What's going on?" He asked sitting next to Dora by the fireplace.

"Sprout just put up a notice about the upcoming career's council for fifth years. Everyone's looking at the pamphlets about different jobs." Dora said.

"Have you ever thought about what you want to do when the time comes?" Sky asked curiously. "I mean we didn't have much job choices when we were little… we only worked for survival." He said lowering his voice.

"I don't know…" Dora said and Sky noticed a small blush rise on her cheeks.

"What?" He asked and Dora shook her head. "Come one, tell me. It can't be that bad."

"I just… it's silly." Dora murmured before taking a deep breath. "Fine, just promise you won't laugh. I want to be an Unspeakable." She said folding her arms, daring him to laugh. "There, I said it."

Sky just stared at her incredulously, but not for reasons she thought.

"An Unspeakable?"

"Yeah."

"What brought this on?" Sky asked curiously. "I mean it's said that they don't really exist."

"I know, but there must be some truth to the rumor that the Ministry has some kind of special force or research team, whatever. And I have seen an Unspeakable." She said seriously.

"You have seen one?" Sky asked raising an eyebrow, his face revealing nothing.

"Yes." Dora said. "It was about a year after I had returned home. My dad had to take me with him, when he visited the Ministry and I saw a man or a woman, don't know which, in a grey, hooded cloak. I asked my dad what the color stood for and he told me it was Unspeakable. After that the thought just stuck with me. You know how I've always loved mysteries and I want to know what they do. If the rumors are right and they are some kind of special force then it's exactly the kind of job I want." She said. "But I guess I'm just going to be stuck with being an Auror or a Hit-Wizard."

Sky looked at her stunned. He couldn't believe Dora wanted to be an Unspeakable of all the possible careers. But this would only make his job easier as he had thought to ask if Marcus would let Dora join them, if she wanted to that is. Sky wanted to train Dora like he was trained so he wouldn't have to worry so much, with Voldemort trying to come back and all. And to be honest, Sky wanted her by his side. She was his best friend and they moved well together. They knew each other better than themselves and could communicate with just one look. Dora would be a great asset to the Unspeakable force.

"You never know what happens in the future. You might just get to be an Unspeakable. You have a few years to go and maybe you find out more about them." He said and Dora gave him a small smile, which told Sky she didn't believe him, but appreciated the gesture.

If only she knew.

The rest of the year passed by quickly and soon all exams were done and there was only a few days of school left. Quirrell had yet to make a move towards the Stone, but Sky was still keeping tabs on him closely with the help of Flitwick of course. But now, they decided, it was time to put the plan to expose Voldemort, in action.

Sky, Marcus and Flitwick had originally agreed to wait till Quirrell made his move so they could catch him red-handed and hand him over to the proper authorities – namely Madam Bones, the Head of the DMLE and Rufus from the Aurors – but as it was, Quirrell hadn't done anything so they agreed to expose him in other ways.

Knowing they would need a lot of witnesses they decided it was best to have the whole school there so they had Flitwick suggest an informal feast to celebrate the end of the exams in a staff meeting, which Dumbledore of course thought a great idea. As the feast was compulsory, everyone had to attend and Quirrell wouldn't be able to skip eating in the Great Hall as he had done for the past week or so. Sky had also hired the Weasley twins to make sure everyone's gazes would be on Quirrell by sending them another letter as Shade, Son of Prongs and the boys had of course eagerly agreed.

The plan was very simple: get everyone's attention on Quirrell and expose Voldemort, who Sky was sure, was hiding under that turban. Then Flitwick would quickly cast a spell on him that would contain Voldemort's spirit and prevent him from escaping. Everyone would see that Voldemort was still 'alive' and Dumbledore wouldn't be able to keep it under the wraps as all the children would surely tell their parents as soon as they got home and news in the wizarding world travelled fast. Not to mention that they would turn the spirit in to Bones and Rufus.

Now however, it was show time.

Sky entered the Great Hall discreetly gazing around. Nearly all the students were already seated – Dora included – and only Quirrell was missing from the staff, just like Sky had planned by casting a spell on him that would make him be slightly late. Giving a small, discreet nod to Flitwick he seated himself next to Dora at the end of the table, close to the door. He saw Flitwick lean to Dumbledore and knew that he was suggesting that Dumbledore begin the feast assuring him that Quirrell would surely join them later. Dumbledore nodded and stood up putting on a huge grandfatherly smile on his face. The Hall quickly quieted down and Sky could feel Dumbledore's magic washing over them. 'So that's how he does it.' Sky thought.

"Ah, welcome everyone." Dumbledore said beaming at them. "And congratulations on finishing the last of your exams today. We decided that a feast was in its place after all the studying you all have done for your exams and…" Dumbledore trailed off as a loud bang was heard by the entrance door and Quirrell entered the Hall. "Ah, Quirinus, how nice of you to join us." Dumbledore said his eyes twinkling.

The whole hall burst out laughing at the sight of the Defense professor. He was wearing bright pink and neon colored robes and his turban was rainbow colored.

"I-I'm s-sorry I-I'm l-late, H-Headmaster." Quirrell stuttered.

"It's quite alright my boy." Dumbledore said jovially and Sky felt like puking at how fake the old coot was. "Come, take a seat, I was just finishing up my speech."

As Quirrell started walking towards the staff table with all the students still staring at him and sniggering, Sky discreetly waved his hand towards the man and suddenly the turban started unwrapping itself. Before no one could do anything the turban was off and a second face was revealed on the back of the professor's head.

Chaos ensued.

The laughter quickly turned into shrieks of horror and students started panicking and running around the Hall, but Sky stayed where he was. He stared at the snake-like face of the man who had murdered his parents and for a moment their eyes locked and Sky could see a recognition flash through his eyes till anger replaced it and the spirit started fighting his host's body. Knowing Flitwick had Voldemort under control Sky slipped among the other students. He morphed his voice into a different one and cast a Sonorus upon himself yelling:

"It's Voldemort! You-Know-Who is back! The Dark Lord has returned!"

Ending the spell he smiled inwardly as he watched the plan to play out. The students were panicking even more at the sight of a face sticking from the back of their Defense teacher's head and the fact that they now knew who he was, leaving Sky a perfect change to slip away unnoticed. He quickly shadowed himself to the third-floor corridor and entered.

He kept to the shadows as he slipped past Fluffy and made his way through the traps. It was really unbelievable how easy the traps were, but then again they were meant to test Harry Potter. Sky shook his head in amusement and entered the last room.

He frowned as looked around the room. The pedestal where the Stone had been when Sky had last been there at the beginning of the year was gone and instead there was a huge mirror in its place. He slowly approached it till he stood right in front of it and looked at his reflection. What he saw shocked him to the core.

Sky saw himself looking happier than ever before. Beside him, he saw Dora, Marcus, Remus, Sirius, Fox, Blake, his biological parents and people who could only be his grandparents, all looking happy and waving at him. But what shocked him the most was the small baby he held in his arms. She could be no more than a few months old and had the brownest eyes he had ever seen and a tuft of copper hair.

As he wondered who she was, the image started to change; the people around him disappeared until only he was left. He saw his reflection taking out the Stone from his pocket and winking at him before putting it back and suddenly Sky felt the Stone's weight against his leg. He put his hand into his pocket and found he really had the Stone on him. Shrugging he put it back to his pocket before taking another look at the mirror. The previous picture was back, but Sky tore his eyes from it and looked at its frames. He frowned as he saw the text in the frame, but couldn't detect the language it was written in. 'Erised stra ehru oyt ube cafru oyt on wohsi' Sky racked his brain trying to figure out the text's meaning until it hit him. 'I show you not your face but your heart's desire.'

'Of course. Mirror writing…' Sky mused. 'So that is my heart's desire…'

With one last look into the mirror Sky shadowed out of the room with the Stone and rejoined the chaos in the Great Hall. The students were still panicking and even Dumbledore's calming magic couldn't get them to calm down while Flitwick was battling with Quirrell and Voldemort's spirit. The spell he cast was an old charm that was used to capture spirits, but it seemed that it wasn't working properly towards Voldemort.

Sky could see Flitwick tiring as he tried to hold the spell on, but for some reason Voldemort was able to fight it and it seemed to Sky that he was winning. Pushing through the crowd Sky started to move towards them as fast as he could in order to help the professor, but he was too late.

Voldemort broke through the spell and left Quirrell's body, which collapsed dead on the floor, and fled the castle before anyone could do anything. Seeing Flitwick collapse exhausted on the floor Sky moved to help him, but decided against it as he saw McGonagall reach him and help him up. Catching Flitwick's eye, he signaled that he would see him later and went off to find Dora.

It took fifteen more minutes for the teachers to get the students to calm down and get them back to their Common Rooms. Their food was delivered for them to their rooms and everyone was feeling anxious and discussing the happenings on the Great Hall. After they had eaten Sprout had come to them and told them to get to bed, refusing to answer any questions saying that the Headmaster would address the issue the next morning at breakfast. Disgruntledly the students went to bed, but Sky was happy as he could go to see Flitwick as soon as the Common Room was empty. Saying goodnight to Dora, Sky followed the other Hufflepuff boys to the dorm and impatiently waited as they did their evening rituals and went to bed.

Finally, half an hour later Sky was able to slip out unnoticed and shadow into the hospital wing where he was sure Flitwick would be residing in. Entering the hospital wing he found it empty apart from Flitwick who was lying on the furthest bed from the door.

Casting a privacy shield around them Sky asked:

"What happened?"

"Everything went according to the plan until I cast the spell and it didn't work properly. I did everything right, the incantation, wand movement, but it didn't work like it should have." Flitwick said. "Voldemort shouldn't have been able to fight the spell, but somehow he could and it drained me until I couldn't hold the spell anymore."

"Do you have any idea what could have caused that?" Sky asked frowning.

"No. There's nothing I could think of."

"Well at least the students saw him and the wizarding world will learn that threat of Voldemort is not gone yet, as soon as they kids get home and tell their parents of it." Sky said.

"Yes." Flitwick said tiredly. "That is a good thing. The ministry will have time to prepare. Not even Fudge can ignore this."

Sky nodded in agreement.

"Get some rest Agent Mars, I will contact Marcus and tell him what happened." He said and left the room. He needed to speak with his father.

The next morning dawned and Sky woke up to find the dorm empty. He cast a tempus charm and found that it was nearly eleven, which meant that breakfast would end in a half an hour. He wasn't really surprised he had slept as late as it had been four am when he had finally gotten back to the dorm after meeting with his dad. They had discussed for hours about the happenings of the Great Hall and threw in some theories about why the spell didn't work as it should have. They also spoke about what they would do in the summer as they school year was ending in a few days.

Sky dragged himself out of the bed to the bathroom and took a quick shower before dressing, and making his way to the Great Hall. Frowning he walked through the Hall his gaze on the students who were chatting with each other like nothing had ever happened last night. Spotting Dora on the Hufflepuff table he walked to her and sat down next to her.

"What's going on?" He asked quietly.

"Oh, hi Ray." Dora smiled brightly. "What do you mean what's going on?"

"Yesterday, with Quirrell." Sky said rolling his eyes. "Has Dumbledore said something?"

"Oh, you heard about that too?" Dora asked.

"About what?"

"About the rumor that Quirrell has disappeared." Dora whispered. "There are lots of different versions going around. Some say he died and others that he just took off and left."

Sky stared at her incredulously. What was she talking about? Everyone saw Voldy's face sticking from the back of Quirrell's head and saw Quirrell die as the spirit left him. Why was she speaking about Quirrell's disappearance?

Sky scanned around the room listening to the other student's conversations and heard the very thing Dora told him about. They were all speculating what happened to the defense teacher and no one mentioned anything about the events of the day before. He shifted his gaze to the staff, which was all looking calm, minding their own business. Only Flitwick was missing and Quirrell, of course and Dumbledore had a twinkle in his eyes and a smug look on his face that Sky found he did not like a one bit. 'What did you do old man?' He thought.

Concentrating back on the students Sky used Legilimency on a few and was shocked at what he found. They were all memory charmed. There was a block on their memories of the night before and the rumors about Quirrell and new memories of the feast were planted on them. All traces of Voldemort being alive were gone.

Sky pulled back out of the student's mind and discreetly waved his hand at the food on the table. It was just as he thought: all the students were fed a potion that blocked and altered their memories of the events regarding Quirrell. Sky turned back to the teachers and saw that Dumbledore was leaving the Hall, and took a chance to check the teachers. He used Legilimency on Sprout and saw that she was thoroughly Obliviated and found that all the other teachers were too.

Deciding he needed to see Flitwick he told Dora he had something to do and exited the Great Hall and made his way to the hospital wing. He thankfully found it empty apart from Flitwick, who was still lying on the same bed as the night before.

Once again Sky cast a privacy bubble around them and spoke:

"What is the last thing you remember, agent Mars?"

Flitwick raised an eyebrow in question, but answered nonetheless. "We were going to carry out the plan yesterday at the feast, but Quirrell disappeared."

Sky nodded. Flitwick too had been Obliviated it seemed.

"Quirrell is dead. He died last night when Voldemort's spirit left his body when our plan to capture him failed. It seems the Headmaster has Obliviated you as well as every other people in this castle apart from me." Sky said. "If I may, I can restore your memories for you."

Flitwick looked at him shocked before nodding. "Please do."

Sky entered the professor's mind and started working on the block that surrounded the memories of the night before. Bit by bit it started to break and twenty minutes later it finally broke and Flitwick remembered what had happened again.

"That manipulative old bastard!" He cursed. "He came in here last night and Obliviated me when I was barely awake and too weak to fight back."

"He has erased the memories of the whole school. There was a potion in the breakfast and it seems he personally took care of the staff. Everyone seems to think that Quirrell only vanished and have no memory of seeing Voldemort."

"So our plan to get the world aware of the threat Voldemort poses was for nothing." Flitwick sighed tiredly.

"It would seem so. We cannot restore the memories of all the students." Sky said.

"Have you told Marcus?"

"Not yet. I only just found out and came straight here." Sky said. "I will send him a message later."

"I can't believe Dumbledore actually altered our memories." Flitwick said.

"I can. I should have seen it coming after all he's done. We underestimated him. But that won't happen again." Sky muttered.

Flitwick nodded thoughtfully.

"The rule number one, never underestimate your enemy." He said. "I believe it's time for me to join you back at the Agency during the summer. Being just a teacher has left me a bit rusty. It's time to sharpen the blades."

"We will be glad to have you back, Agent Mars." Sky said and gave him a small bow that showed his respect. He had heard a lot about Flitwick back when he started as an active agent. He and his dueling skills we a legend among the Force just like Sky's grandfather had been.

Flitwick returned his bow and Sky left back to his dormitory to write his report to Marcus. Damn Dumbledore for making his life difficult – again.

A/N: Thanks for reading. Please review and if you have any suggestions they are very welcome!

Thanks,

- Dalnim