In a room stood two men, one young, one old. The old man was tall and had brown hair on the sides of his head, but bald on the front. The young man on the other hand, had curly brown hair, and black glasses. Both looked at each other silently, for a short time.

The older taller man spoke his fist words.

"What are you doing here, Q?" He asked, the young agent.

"Oh you know why I'm here, M" The young agent replied, staring coldly into his eyes.

"I don't understand.." He asked.

"Why are you alive?" Q asked. "I killed you with my own eyes.." He said.

Harry saw Voldemort scream in pain, as he was secretly relishing his victory. The dark lord's skin started to break, and before one could know it, there was no trace of the dark lord.

M realized who Q was, and grinned at him. "Magic." He spoke in an evil manner.

Q continued to stare him.

"Now let me turn the question back to you: How did you survive?" M answered.

"AVADA KEDAVRA" the Dark lord screamed, as the green beam hit Harry blinding everyone in a bright light.

"I still don't know the answer, but I remember sacrificing myself to protect my friends and countless others.. Something you wouldn't do, Tom." He spoke coldly.

M looked at him. "You don't have a wand on you, don't you?"

Q looked back. "No I don't. I left my magical possession in the wizard world. What about you?"

"You probably don't know this, Harry, but when I died, and I was reborn, I could no longer do what I could do as the dark lord. I don't have any recollection of spells, and I don't even have the desire to kill you." Mallory explained.

"Do you remember?" Q asked.

"Oh yes." The Dark lord replied. "I remember my life as Tom Riddle, but what about you?"

"I gave up my dream of being an auror. After the first year or two, it got boring so I disappeared from the wizard world, and took up a job in the muggle world. I changed my appearance a little, so people wouldn't recognize me." The young agent explained

"And you took one of the most dangerous muggle jobs in the world, eh Potter?" M asked jokingly.

"You're at more risk than me, Riddle." Q retorted in a lighter manner.

For a moment, those two were in some sort of mental battle, but it seems now they have become friends? Voldemort and Harry Potter as friends? The universe would not stand it!

"What does Q stand for, Potter?" M asked.

"Quidditch." Q answered. "I did love it as Harry Potter. You?"

"M stands for Marvolo. Seems my muggle father's name isn't that bad after all."

The two stood silent again.

"Never speak of this to anymore." M spoke coldly.

"Agreed, sir." Q replied, as he gave a quick nod to his superior and left the room.

M, or should we say Mallory Marvolo Riddle, actually lied to Harry "Quidditch" Potter. In his desk, laid Voldemort's wand.

He took the wand, and grinned bemusingly.

Avada kedavra huh? He thought to himself, as he looked at the window