Here is the next chapter. Please read and review thank you love Hermione xxx

Earlier in the day:

A highly nervous Quirinous Quirrel exited the floo at the ministry of magic. In reality his master had not told him why they were there. He made his way to the toilets where he silenced the area. "Ok Quirrel we are here for one task only. Before I made the error of telling my death eaters to never ask questions and it is for this reason alone I failed. I didn't ask enough questions myself. Someone was asked to do a service for me and he failed. He was caught before he could complete it. He was stunned and missed out on the information I was looking for. I am here today to get that information for myself!" he said as Quirrel looked shocked. If he'd expected his master to say anything that wasn't it.

"Why are we here? I mean to say what is it you need me to do?" he asked as the dark lord exhaled very loudly in frustration as Quirrel waited with baited breath for the curse which never came.

"You insolent fool! I have no desire to hurt you. I told you asking questions is now very much allowed. We will be going to the hall of prophecies to view one about me. You will use the imperious curse on anyone guarding the room so they will forget or ignore us. Once I am done viewing it you will use the curse again on the way out if it has worn out. After we leave you will cast two or three light curses of your choice and we will simply return to school again!" he snapped as Quirrel frowned in confusion.

He made his way down to the Department of Mysteries surprisingly with no one else entering his lift out of coincidence of course. He strode towards the hall of prophecies and cast the spell on the guard who smiled at them and allowed them to enter the room as he ignored them. He strode down the isles finally stopping at the correct one and picked up the orb hearing the prophecy in its entirety and was absolutely furious. He replaced the orb and re-cursed the guard on his way out. He cast a few light spells shocking those around him as he shouted about it being his worst day ever to cover his arse and then flooed back to Hogwarts. At least he'd not hurt anyone and people soon forgot he'd been there at all.

When he arrived there he totally trashed his office in rage as he released his magic and destroyed the whole defence classroom as well totally dismantling the wards he'd placed on it earlier on. He waved his arms repairing the damage as Dumbledore could feel what was happening in his office in confusion. He could feel that damage had been done to the classroom but then felt it being repaired again through the wards attached his position. Obviously Quirrel had made a mistake and fixed it. He wouldn't dwell on this any longer. He had suspected Professor Quirrel of housing Lord Voldemort inside him but as of yet couldn't or didn't wish to do anything about it. The Philosopher's stone was away safely secured and he could keep a very close eye on Quirrel as the year wore on. Voldemort now seemed somewhat happy to Quirrels confusion. He had gone from very angry to happy in a mere moment.

I realise how this looks you insolent fool! As the muggle scum would say there is a method to my madness. I am going to do a ritual now and a very dark one indeed. It will give me a body of my own and release you. I no longer require your services! You have been a good servant!" he said as Quirrel was oddly relieved but he didn't fully understand what this ritual would do to his body. He would eventually learn his lesson though. More and more Quirrel had begun to resent the dark lord and his decision to allow the possession to go ahead. He only thought this deep in his mind though it was not something he'd ever voice for fear of retribution however he didn't understand that the dark lord saw all whether you liked it or not.

He got out some chalk and candles as well as a blade and an ornate goblet. He lit the candles and placed them at each point of the pentagram he'd just drawn whilst sitting in the middle. He sliced his hand allowing the blood to fall into the goblet which was full of a bubbling and steaming potion of which Quirrel didn't know the name of. He opened the book he needed to and began chanting in Latin as the candle lights flickered ferociously. Pieces ad me anima mea usque in aeternum et ultra iam non potest esse a se ita fiat semper. (Bring to me all of my soul pieces so I can be one again now and forever more so mote it be). He chanted this over and over as various vessels all around the country and in Malfoy Manner exploded and sent their soul fragments back to their master. The pieces which had already been destroyed had already returned to him which he found odd as he hadn't even done this ritual yet. It was years ago though and now he planned to get rid of them all himself.

As the various pieces soared in through the wards literally attacking Quirrel as he screamed in agony and died where he stood. It took a little over half an hour for Quirrel to die. Once he was dead the soul fragments settled and his eyes opened in the new and permanent body he'd given himself. He rid the ground of the ritual materials and Dumbledore was none the wiser. He conjured a mirror and stood to look in it grimacing. He felt weird to have control over a body of his own in so long. People might have thought he'd been forcing Quirrel to have that damn stutter but he had it on his own because he was so terrified of having his master in his head. Conjuring many mirrors all around him he removed the turban smiling as he had a full head of healthy hair underneath. Being alive now though he could suddenly feel his stomach retching at the awful smell in his classroom and cursed Quirrel for being such an insolent fool. Now he was back it was time to adjust things and he had many plans indeed. He flooed away to the bank. The students wouldn't be arriving for another couple of hours and he needed to get his affairs in order.

The truth of the situation is he'd been an over confident reckless idiot the last time around and because he'd felt he knew best he'd ultimately died. From now on until he did something himself as far as he was concerned he knew nothing. He had never done this in his last lifetime because he had once again thought he knew best and failed. He entered with the utmost poise and grace one can when in a new body of their own. This would be permanent and he was getting used to it. He still had perfect occlumency and legillimency and so he wasn't concerned about it. he approached a teller smiling.

"Greetings fine goblin. May your enemy's blood and their head roll at your sword and you may you have everlasting glory. I wish to have an inheritance test please!" he said as the stunned teller looked up in shock.

"So rarely do we get greeted by the ways of old Mr Quirrel. Please write your name on this parchment using this blood quill here!" he said as he did so but instead of Quirinous Quirrel he wrote Tom Marvolo Riddle. The goblin glanced at it in awe.

"I am in the business of making money and making money only. As you have signed a name although it was not one I thought you ever used I will conduct this test either way. Money is money at the end of the day and I am not one to complain. I can see that you knew your disguise wouldn't fool us for much longer but it is no matter" he said as the parchment lit up and he looked shocked.

"This says you are the new Lord to the noble and ancient home of Riddle, LeFay and Gaunt respectively. Actually the last Lord Riddle disowned his son Thomas your father for being a squib. He left him with a sizeable fortune though so he'd always do well in life and he did until he committed suicide here so it says!" he said as Tom's eyebrows rose in shock. He'd not known that.

"Does it say why he committed suicide?" he asked curiously.

"Yes it says here that Miss gaunt your mother used love potions on Mr Riddle your father and when she decided to stop using them and he realised what he'd done he considered her a freak and thinking his worst dreams had come true and he had nothing left to live for he killed himself by hanging!" he replied as Tom's eyebrows rose up in shock again once more.

"I was in disguise because I thought the dark Lord was after me still. Quirinous Quirrel doesn't exist. He is an alias I came up with in order to hide. I now believe that enough time has passed and that there is no likely way the dark lord could still be alive. I feel rather foolish and naïve today but the fear and hiding ends now. I wish to use goblin magic of old so people will no longer remember Quirinous and will always think it was I Thomas M Riddle who has been teaching at Hogwarts. In fact don't bother using that name. Marvolo Thomas Riddle will do nicely. I will pay you handsomely for doing so. Say one thousand galleons!" he said as the tellers eyes bugged out in awe. So much money for such a thing was rarely even heard of. While the spell was being done he wandlessly intervened so only the staff at Hogwarts would be affected. He didn't care about who else knew about the death of Quirrel. He had been so well hidden in his wandless magic abilities that the goblin hadn't even noticed him participate. Tellers had the authority to use this goblin spell but could only do so if someone who was the lord to one or more houses asked them to which he had done. He accepted the three Lords rings and placed them on his finger one after the other as he watched them amalgamate into one ring which then disappeared from view.

He went down to his vaults and took out various amounts of money and jewels and so on before changing his clothes and burning those of Quirrel. That man had, had the worst taste in clothing ever. I mean purple turbans please. That kind of thing just begged people to question you about it constantly. Back at the castle Dumbledore shuddered as the spell took place and remembered hiring Tom and being delighted with him. It did feel very wrong but as he quite clearly remembered it, it did happen and who was he to say otherwise. He would definitely be watching him very closely from now on though. When he returned from the Alley after buying some new clothing and materials he started to clean up his classroom getting rid of some of the garlic which he had missed earlier on in his haste to leave. He tutted and used the new wand he'd had custom made in a local shop in Horizont Alley close to Diagon Alley and if he was honest it worked better then his yew and Phoenix one ever had. He never in his life thought he'd be saying that but here he was none the less.

He waved it and removed all the dust from the room. He then moved to he office where he scoffed at the grey drapes and things on the wall. Fucking Quirrel! Stupid bad taste mother fucker! He wasn't the Lord Slytherin as he had expected so it was someone else and he was sure he'd meet whoever that was soon. He could just feel it. He'd always had a sense about things like that and was rarely ever wrong. He painted the walls a nice teal shade with silver accents on it. On the ceiling he enchanted it to have leopards and panthers running around chasing each other while snakes lounged on rocks in the background. He truly did love animals. He organised dark arts books behind his desk on two separate shelves. One of which was used to access his personal quarters which would be seriously getting an overhaul soon. Quirrel hadn't known the meaning of the word subtle mother fucker and his fucking turban. He entered the main sleeping quarters and saw an actual collection of turbans in different shades of purple and growled in rage before burning them all. Quickly changing his clothes he made himself look presentable and entered the great hall sitting at the staff table waiting for the first years to enter. This would be very interesting indeed.