The Intelligent Potter

*** Present

"For detention, we were investigating what had been killing the unicorns in the forest. The 'what' turned out to be a person who attacked Hagrid and escaped." Harry spoke concisely.

Madam Pomfrey clucked disapprovingly, "The forest for detention! Crazy people in this school." She said distractedly, while waving her wand in intricate patterns over Hagrid's body.

With a great strained heave, Hagrid came back to consciousness, his eyes huge.

"Professor Dumbledore…" he wheezed out, "'Twas was Professor Quirrell!"

"The Professor who can't even finish a sentence without stuttering!?" Pomfrey said disbelievingly.

Dumbledore's expression turned grave, "It is as I feared, Quirrell is on orders from Voldemort."

"Quirrell is being possessed by Voldemort." Harry mentally corrected.

Out loud he said, "Wouldn't it be best to ambush him in his room so that no students are hurt and Quirrell is captured immediately."

Dumbledore considered the idea, slightly startled that it had come from an 11-year-old and focused on keeping the students safe rather than involving himself just to have an 'adventure'.

"Yes, that seems… wise." He then sent Harry and Hermione a sharp look, "Yet I notice, that you two are the only ones in this room who do not seem surprised that Voldemort is back."

Hermione seemed lost for a moment but Harry answered, "With all due respect sir, I always doubted that a 1-year-old me could take down a Dark Lord, this just confirms it."

Dumbledore nodded, "Very smart of you, Harry, something you may notice is that wizards tend to lack common sense because of the common-sense-defying feats that magic can pull off."

Harry nodded his acknowledgement.

Dumbledore cracked his knuckles, "I shall inform the other professors and we shall take out Quirinus as painlessly and quickly as possible. You two make sure to stay out of the teacher's office vicinity."

Dumbledore fixed the two kids with his piercing gaze, "Poppy, please be ready to accept Quirinus into the hospital wing for any injuries, and the other teachers, if anything goes wrong."

*** Staff Room meeting, all teachers except Quirrell.

"It was come to my knowledge that Quirinus is working for Lord Voldemort."

He waited for the customary gasps and shudders.

"But Voldemort is dead, isn't he?" Professor Sprout asked, sounding slightly afraid.

Dumbledore shook his head gravely, "I've had my suspicions for many years and I've had my eye on Quirinus all year, this just cements it, he's resorted to violence once already, we can't risk any students getting hurt, we need to take Quirinus in before he hurts anybody else."

*** Outside Quirrell's office

Dumbledore quietly checked the door handle, it was locked.

Without further ado, Dumbledore blasted open the door, gaining the element of surprise and casting his stupefy at the man in the room.

Quirrell had taken off his turban in the relative privacy of his room, so the teachers caught him with his metaphorical fly open.

Dumbledore turned pale, as Voldy took control of Quirrell's body to push it out of the curse's way and weave through those of the other teachers.

"What have you done Tom." Dumbledore whispered.

"You finally found Quirrell out, eh Dumbledore, no matter, I'll fight past you and get the stone now."

With a final sibilant hiss, Quirrellmort began to rain spells on the group of teachers who had come to apprehend him.

Despite their proficiency at dueling, most of the teachers were just that, teachers, and fell to Voldy's initial onslaught of spells.

After the first couple, several teachers were down with bone-breakers and blood-boilers, surprisingly Voldy had thrown no unforgivables, which Dumbledore later realized was because of the alarm attached to Hogwarts' wards that would alert the ministry.

Flitwick, Snape, McGonagall and Dumbledore were the only teachers left standing.

"It's four on one, Tom, you might have beat me alone, but you'll never get past all of us in your weakened state."

There was a hint of fear in Voldy's eyes but he laughed, "I don't need my full power to dispatch your entourage."

The onslaught of spells that met him thought otherwise.

McGonagall was the first to fall, as Dumbledore and Voldy upped the ante in terms of spells, now sending conjured rocks at each other and animating the debris.

McGonagall was hit by some rubble that had been turned into a makeshift gargoyle by Voldy, she was knocked out cold by a gash to her forehead which flung her into the already broken wall on the other side of Quirrell's office, probably breaking a few bones too.

Voldemort summoned darkness to his aid, sending spikes of necromancy at Dumbledore.

A brilliant phoenix made out of flames shot out of Dumbledore' wand, eating up the measly spikes of darkness and hurtling into Voldemort, sending him flying into the wall and scorching his entire office.

Dumbledore and his merry crew converged on where Quirrellmort had collapsed.

As the smoke cleared, they saw Quirrellmort standing, mostly unburnt and only a little scorched but breathing heavily with a gash across his c.h.e.s.t courtesy of Snape.

"Is that the best you can do, Tom, party tricks with necromancy, you're weak in this state, just surrender yourself." Dumbledore said, sounding every bit the war general, the generous headmaster magically vanishing in that moment.

"You will never beat me Dumbledore!" Quirrellmort screeched, sending a huge jet of water that took the form of a snake at Dumbledore, it was especially effective in the closed quarters as there was no place to move for Dumbledore.

Dumbledore waved his wand and enveloped himself and his two companions in a bubble that was hit hard by the water and sent rocketing into the other side of the corridor, through McGonagall's office and would probably have gone through the wall of McGonagall's office if Dumbledore hadn't forcefully stopped their bubble, jerking them into the wall with inertia as Dumbledore popped the bubble and defended against the string of curses from Voldy while Flitwick and Snape gathered their wits.

Voldemort had gotten more creative with his darkness attacks, sending arrows of darkness and spears of darkness hurtling at Dumbledore who used elemental magic to counter and respond with his own attacks.

Dumbledore conjured a huge whip of fire and sent it at Voldemort, not even waiting to see what happened before casting depulso on the debris that Voldemort's latest attack had created, sending it flying back at Voldy.

Voldemort quickly turned the debris into sand, flinging it at Dumbledore' face and replied to the fire whip with a shield of ice.

Unfortunately for Voldemort, the fire whip burned right through the weak ice shield, lashing Voldemort across the c.h.e.s.t and sending him flying through the window and flung him all the way into the great lake.

Dumbledore cursed, as Voldemort rose out of the water on a tidal waved which crashed onto shore and headed at top speeds towards the building of Hogwarts, sending students screaming in every direction.

Dumbledore did the only sensible thing he could.

He jumped out of the window.

*** End of Chapter.