Harry was on his way to the Gryffindor common room with a letter from Hagrid in hand. Hermione was hot on his heels with questioning eyes. Such questioning eyes couldn't be denied for long. But he had other business to attend to and hopefully the fat lady wasn't singing. She never opened the door until she finished. Harry turned his head to meet Hermione's eyes and the dam burst.

"You have to talk about what that witch wrote about you. It wasn't fair everyone is talking about it." Hermione said.

"Hermione, I hate her. She shamed me using the names of my dead parents. She accused me of being a dark lord like the man who killed my parents. That woman slandered my good name and there are no laws against her actions. She is free to throw dirt on me as she pleases." He watched Hermione shiver under his gaze then softened up.

"Thank you, Hermione. I'm glad you're on my side." Harry said.

"How much of what she said was true?" Hermione asked.

"That all depends on your point of view. In a way it was all true. The words I'd use to describe what happened are different. The head of the Shin family made use of my legend to summon and bind a demon crafted from my legend. That demon infected the wizard's mind and forced him to sacrifice his family to the demon. I intervened." Harry said.

"Demons are no joke. I've read the journal you sent me five times. How is Jeanne doing by the way?" Hermione asked.

"She's doing fine, I'm going to the location of her death to reclaim her wings. She's been a trustworthy servant so far. Right now, she's on an island in the pacific working on my workshop." Harry said.

"What's that letter in your hand Harry?" Hermione asked.

Harry flipped it open and read it twice before burning it in his hand. He snorted then smiled feeling rather pleased with himself.

"Hagrid has invited us to his hut tonight to witness his dragon's hatching." Hermione opened her mouth then closed it.

"Its afterhours we could get in trouble." Hermione said.

"I'll open a window in the common room and fly us there. Anti-broom charms have no effect on my form of flight. If anything happens, it was my idea." Harry said.

"But it is your idea." Hermione argued.

"Exactly, glad we're on the same page." It will be fun Hermione we have to go.

"Speaking of page, what was that about multiple wives." Hermione asked.

"Well let's go to Hagrid's hut."

"Harry that isn't for another five hours." Hermione said.

Several boys stood in front of the boy's bathroom with their legs crossed. Rhyme waited in front of the boy's bathroom spitting Haiku.

To enter this hall

Where you find rest and comfort

A tax you must pay

She spotted him then smiled a Cheshire grin.

Master of the Rhyme

Joyous is the chance to sing

To go through a song.

Harry thought for a second.

So, you charge a tax

All that glitters is not gold.

Showers are golden

Harry opened his robe and started pissing. Rhyme leapt out of the way and glared at him.

Cats hate the shower

I hate yellow showers too

No tax for today

A herd of boys stampeded the boy's lavatory.

Voldemort

He was holding on by a thread. Holding syringe in his hand he placed it over his host's heart. In the syringe was a potion enhanced by a ritual and dragon's blood. It would give him the chance he needed to overpower Dumbledore's traps and sneak into the mirror's dungeon.

"Master are you sure about this. Perhaps, we should by our time and," He sent his host pain. "I'm sorry master please forgive me. Will I survive this?"

"Yes, Quirrell you will survive. Once I leave this body you will find it much stronger for all the trials you suffered." The syringe stabbed through the sternum and injected the contents into Quirrell's heart.

Voldemort let out a sigh feeling some of his old strength returning. He didn't tell his host what the formula was really for. It was less of a strengthening potion and more a primer. The phoenix feather he'd found made this potion possible.

The headmaster was absent ahead of schedule and it was time to strike while the iron was hot. Harry Potter was gone from the castle to watch Hagrid's dragon hatch. Anyone who could stop him was absent.

Harry

Harry and Hermione waited in Hagrid's house. It was sweltering according to Hermione. Harry's psychic barrier protected him from temperature changes. Hagrid handled the egg with his mittens slowly removing it from the fire as it hatched. With a crunch the shell began to break as Norbert's egg tooth went to work.

"I can't believe we get to see this. How many people get to watch a dragon hatch Hagrid?" Hermione asked.

"It is amazing, I'll say that. Remember don't help him or he'll be weak. Harry calmly took some raw meat from his inventory and put it near the dragon hatchling." Hagrid noticed and nodded his head.

"Good idea that will give him some incentive to try harder. We'll need to grind it up with some lemon juice for the little guy. I'll get my grinder." Harry looked over to see Draco in the window. Draco noticed, and Harry waved for him to come inside.

Harry opened the door for Draco and Daphne Greengrass to come in. "Hurry up we need the temperature to remain stable for the hatchling." Harry said.

"Its bloody warm in here Harry. Draco saw you fly off and we snuck out to follow you." Daphne said.

Voldemort

The traps could be bypassed by school children. Knowing the old man, it was all the lull him into a false sense of security. Once he finished out flying the keys and outplayed the chess set, he arrived at trolls and flames. The trolls were cut down to one in number. Apparently, a glance from Potter was enough to cause two hearts to explode. If he could do it over again, he'd marry lily potter to have such an heir. Harry was everything a Lord wizard could want in an heir. He was powerful, open to learning, and morally flexible. The Potters would have marked him out of the line of succession like the black had Sirius. Lily had other virtues, she had performed a highly illegal self-sacrificing ritual. She had been fully willing to give her life and soul to bypass death itself. Not even Bellatrix was so devoted.

Hindsight was 20/20 as the filthy mudblood savages say. He passed Severus's simple logic test and made his way to the mirror. He closed his eyes to not see his reflection. He walked towards the mirror and place his hand on the surface. It became permeable.

He stepped through the mirror and opened his eyes to chaos. Trapped souls driven mad by their desires burned in flowing rivers of melting gold. Taking his wand, he cast several cloaking charms. It was much easier to use than before. He crossed through the endless clinking coins and the falling scrolls of forbidden knowledge. Mountains of journals piled upon one another covered the endless lands of Avarice. No where were there more treasures and no where was it more dangerous to acquire them.

He bypassed wizards being ripped apart by their loved ones for all eternity. They are the ones who sought to redeem themselves or couldn't let their loved ones go. Now they were punished for all eternity for their desires. Tom stopped seeing his own mother. He turned his head and walked on knowing that there was only one thing in this mirror world that was real.

Harry

Harry drank a mug of ale as Norbert perched on his knee snuggling up against him. The baby dragon was an affectionate creature moving between everyone while Hagrid ground meat for the dragon. The young ridge back flew about feeling more security than any hatchling should. It kept looking at Harry. When it leapt into someone else's lap it looked back to him as if asking if that was ok. It was most affectionate with Hagrid and seemed to see him as its parent, but it still looked to Harry for permission.

The little dragon was growling at a piece of meat and huffed a small stream of flame upon it. The piece of meat sizzled, and the dragon ate it. It then gagged and spat the piece back out. It needed ground meat.

Harry's eyes flashed open wide as he felt a powerful force coming from Hogwarts. It was stronger than anything he'd felt on the planet. It was at least a magnitude more powerful than ship wrecker. More concerning the power was growing stronger.

Voldemort

He gripped the philosopher stone in his hand. The gem buzzed with untold power. He took it to Quirrell's mouth and swallowed the gem.

"Master what's happening I feel strange." Quirrell shouted. Voldemort's soul was no longer there he was merging with the stone. He could feel it ripping away at Quirrell's flesh to build a new body. This body was different. It was more powerful than anything Voldemort had felt before.

He would be reborn stronger than ever before. He was Lord Voldemort. "We are Lord Voldemort," a million voices shouted in his mind.

Author's note: Hey guys right now i'm working on Smoldering Vengeance if you want to look at that it would be great. I'm going to return to this story but for now i wan to work on my other one.