Unveiling

*Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry*May 21*Great hall*

"WHERE IS THE STONE YOU OLD FOOL?!" Quirrell marched into the great hall, slamming the doors open at plain view of most the students assembled at dinner, but he was walking backwards, his knees looking as if someone had hit them so hard they reversed, so he was walking like a bird.

It also wasn't just Quirrell, since on the back of his head there was a face, a horrible face, a face that belonged in nightmares, a face that many expected to be committing unspeakable deeds, a face nor seen since Halloween of the '81.

The face of Voldemort.

"I expected you try to make a move on it, Tom, but I never thought you would be this forward with it" Dumbledore pointed at the tables with his wand, sending them close to the walls and raising a wall of rock between them and the students, "I admit though, whatever you did to that turban was very effective, I never sensed your presence in school, you should have been more discreet when feeding on the unicorns though, Hagrid found many of their corpses."

"It matters not you old fool, you will give me the Philosopher's Stone this instant" it seemed he was too focused on Dumbledore, he didn't notice that Flitwick was already in a stance and that McGonagall had sneaked behind him as a cat.

"I'm afraid that is not possible Tom, for I destroyed it as soon as Nicholas gave it to me, you should know when, you did attack his summer home" Dumbledore's eyes had lost all twinkle, now resembling chips of ice

"You lie" the stamen was as cold as the red eyes on Voldemort's face, "Even you, the almighty Dumbledore could not resist the temptation of the Stone, admit it you fool"

Dumbledore's face revealed nothing, "The temptation was great, I admit, but unlike you, I do not fear the next great adventure, that is only part of the reason most consider me to be an exemplar leader, unlike you, who had to force loyalty by torture, I did join when victory was not secure."

Voldemort did not take that lightly, throwing a spell at Dumbledore, who blocked it with a shield raised in a split second, and his lack of situational awareness proved to be his downfall, as he was struck down by McGonagall and Flitwick, both of whom threw their spells at the same time, hitting him at both his chests.

Quirrell's body turned to ash then, the magic, or whatever it was that held him together, was no longer able to sustain itself, and so soon Voldemort found himself without a body again, his wraith screaming at all who heard him, terrifying all the first and second years, along with some of the third years.

Harry Potter was the only one not terrified, he was I shock, yes, but not terrified, for he knew that Voldemort would not be able to touch him, not in the form he felt the dark lord to be, yet to know that the one that had killed his parents was still alive, still fighting…

Maybe he should delve deeper into the magical arts, if the monster was still alive then he needed to learn how to fight no matter what was on his side.

"Students will remain here for the remainder of the week" Albus spoke above the chatter of the hall, "The Heads of House, with the exception of professor Flitwick, will stay here, seventh years, you are tasked to help the teachers, all the other teachers, with me" Dumbledore then marched away from the Hall.

*Headmaster's office*Five hours later*

"Albus, I got your call" A man, tall with little to no grey hair, sharp features and sharp red eyes stepped through the Floo at the headmaster's office, "You said you needed to see me."

"Yes, I did, would you like to have your stone back now, or can it wait for the end of the school year, I must say I've become fond of it as a decoration" he motioned to the golden cup with lots of jewels in it, but the man just locked eyes with one of them a red gem on the handle.

"Have you drank from it?" the man picked up the cup looking at it from the upside and from the bottom, "the handle connects to the cup"

"Yes, it does, and I did, but no more than what you offered me when I was your apprentice, once a month on the new moon" that was when the Elixir was the weakest, the strongest being at the full moon, "other than that I had the handle sealed"

"I can't say I blame you, the temptation is great, but you did remember what I told you, so that is good," Fawkes flamed into the room then, Nicholas walking to the perch and stroking the phoenix, "Perenelle has been worried about you, she thinks that you will become senile soon"

"It is something I fear as well, but Fawkes helps keep that away, and I fell stronger than I have in ten years" Albus stood from his chair and walked to one of his windows, "alas, my time for the next great adventure is soon to come"

"You were always fond of that saying, organizing your mind and all that, I envy you sometimes, I wish that the ancient ones hadn't chosen me and Perry for what they did" It was the only reason he hadn't destroyed the stone already, he was tired, a father to more than fifty children, all of them already dead and believed to be orphans, "At least I have only twenty years left"

"I'll make sure that Fawkes goes to you when I pass on, my old master, you seem to need the morale" the phoenix sang and the ancient alchemist smiled, "and I believe he likes you more than he likes me" he said with amusement.

"If he can reach me, the twins of the prophesy will soon come, they shall be born in a few more years, do you think you can keep Dee away from me until then?"

"Yes, give my regards to Perenelle, and take the stone with you, Voldemort is on the run again, he won't try to move on you again"

"Thank you, Albus, I will tell everyone you said hi" Nicholas's eyes started to glow and the smell of mint filled the air, with a snap of his fingers, the alchemist disappeared.

"And they call me a show off, my master was the one who taught me" Albus smiled.

Twenty years, that would explain why he had detected someone leave and enter the forest from the mountains so many times, the Shadow must have been on the move.

He wished he could outlive his master, but it was a foolish wish, he wouldn't, not with Voldemort roaming again.

*Malfoy manor*

The elder Malfoy moved the black diary on his hands, contemplating the name on it, ignoring the pull on his mind barriers, and contemplating what to do with it.

The Ministry was growing bold, he had had to seal off his basement more than once a week throughout the year, ever since the break in at Gringotts, and now he would probably do it semi-permanently if that fool Wesley didn't stop the raids for enchanted muggle items.

Maybe…The Dark Lord had said that this diary could be the key to his rebirth, so maybe if he planned it enough he could bring down Wesley and Dumbledore while at the same time restoring the Dark Lord to power, an all-round win in his opinion, and all he needed was a scapegoat.

Dear readers, vacations have ended for me, I don't know about you, but I no longer have the free time I used to, so I am making my updates bi-monthly instead of weekly, updating the 1st and 15 of each month to avoid being swamped by work, since I will now have a lot becase of high school