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Chapter XXIV
1st November, 1991

Mount Street Flat
Ginger nearly choked on his tea as he read the letter Hedwig had just delivered. A few hard slaps from Bertie soon had him sorted.
“Alright laddie?” Biggles asked now that Ginger was no longer attempting to inhale his drink.
“Not even close,” Ginger growled, his eyes once more moving over the parchment.
“Has our lad been harmed?” Algy asked in some concern.
Ginger shook his head. “No, nobody has been hurt...yet.”
The other three men exchanged a glance. “Are you going to jolly well tell us then laddie?” Bertie impatiently broke the silence.
“Sorry,” Ginger apologized. In a few short sentences he had explained the events of Halloween to the others.
“Contact Amelia,” Biggles advised. “She is best placed to handle the situation.”
Ginger nodded. Standing up he moved towards the front parlour, closely followed by the others. As he entered the room the flames in the fireplace turned green.
“Hello everybody,” Amelia greeted the group with a grim look. “May I step through?”
“Please,” Ginger invited.
“By your looks I take it you’ve heard from Harry?”
“You too?”
Amelia confirmed she had. The ringing of the telephone interrupted them before more could be said.
“Bigglesworth here,” Biggles said into the receiver. “Yes he did...Amelia’s here now...see you soon then. Goodbye.” He hung up and turned to the others. “That was Dan, he and Emma received a missive from Hermione. They’ll be joining us soon.”
“Would you care for some tea while we wait Amelia?” Algy asked. Receiving an affirmative reply Algy retired to the kitchen. He soon returned with a tray laden with enough tea for all. Nothing much was said as they waited for the Grangers to join them. Fortunately for the sake of the group they were soon greeting Dan and Emma as Mrs. Tolliver showed them into the parlour.
“What are you going to do about this Amelia?” Dan demanded as he entered the room.
“Dan,” Emma laid a hand on her husband’s arm. “It isn’t Amelia’s fault this happened.”
Dan had the good grace to look ashamed. “You’re right of course. Sorry Amelia.”
Amelia quickly waved off the apology. “I quite understand Dan. I will be going to the school this afternoon with a couple of Aurors. I won’t lie to any of you,” she continued, glancing around the room. “Dumbledore will likely avoid any real punishment over this incident. He’s a very wily man but I won’t allow this to be swept under the rug that you can be sure of.”
“What do you expect to happen?” Biggles asked.
“It will depend upon what I find. Quirrell is the defence professor he may well have been bringing the troll in for a demonstration.” As the room erupted with noise she fired off a noise-maker to gain attention. “I don’t say it was a good idea if that is the case. I only wished to point out the possibility.”
“Will you be able to bring charges against those responsible?” Ginger asked. Honestly he didn’t care what explanations were given. The fact was a professor had brought a troll into a school filled with innocent children and another professor had failed to sound the alert. Neither action could be excused as far as he was concerned.
“As I said before it will depend on my findings. I’m sorry I can’t give you any further assurances.” It was easy to see the witch was sincere in her regret.
“No need for that Amelia,” Ginger said. “I’ve worked enough cases with Biggles and the others I should know better than to ask for assurances. Thank you for coming to see us before you go to Hogwarts.” The others quickly echoed Ginger’s words.
1st November, 1991

Hogwarts Headmaster’s Office
“Amelia, this is a surprise,” Dumbledore greeted the younger witch with a smile. An observer might have noticed the smile didn’t quite reach his eyes. “I do hope nothing is wrong.” He had shut the owlery down last evening following the incident with the troll and so he knew the visit could have nothing to do with that.
“That is yet to be determined,” Amelia replied. “I am here to investigate reports of a troll being brought into the school last evening, endangering the children.” She quickly hid her smirk at the shocked expression on the aged Headmaster’s face.
“That is an internal matter Amelia. It has been handled and nobody was harmed in the process,” he assured her.
“I’m sorry Albus but an official report has been made, I will have to investigate. To that end I will need to interview the professors. My Auror’s will interview any children who can provide evidence.”
“Surely it isn’t necessary to disrupt classes or to upset the children,” Albus stalled. His mind was in a whirl as he tried to think of a way to avoid the interviews. Any chance of defusing the situation flew out the window as his door opened once more, admitting Lucius Malfoy.
“Good afternoon Madame Bones, may I assume we are here on the same errand?” the elder Malfoy greeted.
“If you refer to the troll...”
“I do.”
“Than yes Lord Malfoy we are on the same errand,” Amelia confirmed.
“Will you have need of the Headmaster?”
“Not for a while. May I ask why?”
“He is needed at an emergency meeting of the Board of Governors,” Lucius replied.
Albus tried to swallow in a too dry throat. Malfoy had been trying for years to see him dismissed. Undoubtedly he would see himself installed as Headmaster should he succeed. Albus couldn’t allow that to happen, for the greater good of the Wizarding world he himself must remain at Hogwarts. “Surely that isn’t necessary Lucius,” Albus said.
“I and the rest of the board disagree Headmaster,” Lucius sneered. “I have been dispatched to escort you to the meeting.” They had opted against sending the man a letter. The idea had been Lucius’ as he didn’t want to give the man a chance to prepare.

Hogwarts

Unused classroom
“Professor Snape,” Amelia greeted the surly man as he entered the room.
Severus bit back the sneer he wished to offer. “Madame Bones,” he intoned, giving a short bow of his head. “I was told you wished to see me.”
“Yes,” Amelia confirmed. “I am investigating reports of an incident which occurred here last evening.”
Potter, Severus silently growled. He would see the brat regretted his actions. He had no fear of punishment, Albus would protect him. “Incident? You must mean the troll which gained entry to the school.”
“I have been told Professor that you witnessed the troll being brought into the school by Professor Quirrell.”
“I did,” Severus confirmed. He could see he had surprised the woman; good.
“Then perhaps you could explain why you didn’t see fit to report this to the Headmaster?” Amelia demanded. She only barely managed to keep her tone professional. The thought of this odious man near the children she cared for, never mind all the other children, nearly had her reaching for her wand.
“I had thought Professor Quirrell had obtained the troll as a demonstration for his NEWT classes. Frankly I didn’t realize until Quirrell alerted the entire hall that the troll was real. I had no idea the man would be foolish enough to bring an actual mountain troll into a school.”
“I see,” Amelia quickly jotted the information down. Inside she was seething. She didn’t believe him for a moment but she couldn’t prove anything at this juncture. “Thank you Professor Snape, you may go.”
Short interviews with McGonagall and Flitwick followed. It was clear neither Professor had been aware that Quirrell had brought the troll into the school. McGonagall did admit having been informed the evening before but the accusation had been quickly withdrawn.
Hogwarts Board Room
“Headmaster Dumbledore could you explain to the board how a fully grown mountain troll came to be inside Hogwarts last evening?” Lucius coldly asked.
“I’m not certain how the troll made it inside the castle. I knew nothing of it until Professor Quirrell sounded the alarm. I immediately took action to safeguard the children while I and the other professors searched for the troll.”
Several board members nodded while making sounds of approval. Lucius frowned. “Really? So the troll had nothing to do with whatever you have hidden on the third floor?”
“How did you...” Albus trailed off but the damage had been done.
“What is he talking about Albus?” one of the board members asked.
“It’s nothing really Roderick,” Albus assured in his best grandfatherly tone.
“If it’s nothing I’m sure you won’t mind telling us what you’ve hidden,” Augusta Longbottom suggested.
“Just a small item belonging to a friend,” Albus demurred.
“Headmaster Dumbledore I demand you tell us what this item is?” Augusta snapped. Such a demand, coming from a sitting Governor, would give the elderly headmaster no room to manoeuvre. The oaths he had taken upon becoming headmaster would see to that.
“Very well Madame Longbottom. I have hidden the Philosopher’s Stone in the third floor corridor.”
The room erupted with angry voices demanding an explanation. Roderick, as head of the board, banged his gavel stopping only when silence once more reigned. “Headmaster explain to us why you would hide such a dangerous artefact within a school filled with children?”
“It is my belief that Voldemort didn’t perish those many years ago,” Dumbledore explained with a sigh. “As he could use the stone to resurrect himself, simultaneously gaining immortality, I thought it best to protect the stone within the walls of Hogwarts.”
“Was the troll connected to the stone?” Lucius asked.
“Yes, though I wasn’t aware Professor Quirrell would use a troll. We had discussed a boggart as a viable defence.” It was true as far as it went. They had discussed it but no decision had been reached.
“I believe we can all agree the stone must be removed from Hogwarts immediately,” Roderick said. Glancing around the room he saw the other members nodding in agreement. A formal vote was soon taken making the decision official. “As to the Headmaster I don’t believe it would be in the best interest of the children to sack him.”
“Surely a man who exhibits such poor judgement can’t be allowed to continue as Headmaster,” Lucius protested.
“Lord Malfoy makes an excellent point,” another member said. “How do we know he won’t make a similar mistake in future?”
“I assure you, ladies and gentlemen of the board, I have learned my lesson,” Albus spoke with a regretful sigh.
“I move to dismiss Headmaster Dumbledore from his position,” Lucius said. The motion was soon seconded and Albus was asked to leave the room. Despite the best efforts of the elder Malfoy the board refused to sack the Headmaster. They did, however, much to Dumbledore’s chagrin, agree to place him on probation.
Hogwarts

Unused Classroom
“Madame Bones,” Kingsley stuck his head into the room.
“Yes Kingsley?”
Stepping into the room he crossed the floor. In quiet tones he informed her of the results of his interviews with the children.
“Thank you Kingsley. Could you bring Lord Potter to me? I would like to speak to him myself after I interview Professor Quirrell.”
“Yes ma’am,” Kingsley acknowledged the order with a short bow. As he left the room Professor Quirrell stepped into the classroom.
“Professor Quirrell,” Amelia greeted. “Please have a seat.”
“Thank you,” Quirrell stuttered.
“I understand you brought a troll into the school last evening.”
“No, no, I only warned the Headmaster,” he stuttered, clearly shocked by the accusation.
“Come now Professor,” Amelia chided. “There are witnesses.”
Quirrell hung his head. “It was for my NEWT classes,” came the stuttering explanation.
“So it had nothing to do with the stone Headmaster Dumbledore is hiding?”
The interview was interrupted as Kingsley once more entered the room. Whispering to his boss the results of the board meeting he stepped back when finished but remained in the room.
“It might interest you to know Professor Quirrell that the stone will be removed immediately by order of the Board of Governors,” Amelia informed him. “I ask you once more...”
The door opened once more, admitting Harry to the room. “You wanted to see me Madame Bones,” he said. “Oh I’m sorry I didn’t know you were busy,” he apologized. Before he could retreat Quirrell jumped to his feet.
Voldemort couldn’t believe his plans were coming apart so thoroughly. Some of his anger spilled over to the wizard he currently possessed. Perhaps it was this anger that caused Quirrell to act so recklessly. At any rate he saw an opportunity to gain the stone as well as revenge and he seized upon it. Moving quickly he positioned himself behind the Potter brat, his wand at the ready. When he spoke there was no trace of his stutter. “Bring me the stone or I will kill the boy,” he ordered the two before him. Bringing a hand down upon the child’s shoulder he recoiled with a cry of pain as his hand brushed against the boy’s neck. Stumbling backwards he slammed against the wall, dislodging the turban he habitually wore, exposing the Dark Lord to view. “What trickery is this?” he demanded as he stared at his hand.
“He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named,” Kingsley whispered, horror-struck.
Hearing this Harry realized the meaning of the face riding on the back of Quirrell’s head. Enraged at the presence of the being responsible for murdering his parents he rushed forward intent on inflicting as much pain as he could. His fist connected with Quirrell’s face, but when he tried to pull it back it was as if it were glued in place. Harry watched in horror as the wizard before him began to burn, his skin quickly being consumed with the result that he crumbled to dust before their eyes.
“What have you done?” the spirit of Voldemort screamed. Infuriated he rushed towards the boy, moving through him as if he wasn’t there.
That was the last thing Harry remembered as he fell to the floor in a dead faint.
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