Harry had never felt so angry in his life. His Godfather - dead. Killed at the hands of the bitch Bellatrix. All he could feel was the building rage searing through his veins. Bellatrix was climbing to her feet, mocking him over his failed Crucio.

"Never used an Unforgivable before have you? You have to mean it Potter! You need to really want to cause pain – to enjoy it – righteous anger won't hurt me for long –I'll show you how it's done.

Harry snarled, dodging the Crucio and firing a stunning spell which Bellatrix easily blocked.

"Does the little Potter boy think he can take down the big bad Bellatrix?" She crooned. She sent a lash of fire at Harry, striking him across the cheek. "Now give me the Prophecy Potter."

Falling back, Harry winced as his cheek burned. As he stumbled to his feet he felt a surge of searing pain from his scar. Voldemort must have learned what happened to the smashed prophecy. Getting up Harry starts to laugh hysterically, his sanity slowly breaking.

"Your dear old mate Voldemort knows the prophecy is gone! He's not going to be happy with you, is he?"

Shocked, Bellatrix stumbles back. "NO! MASTER I TRIED, PLEASE DON'T PUNISH ME!"

Harry's scar sears with pain and he clutches it as if his head would explode. Falling to the ground gasping he looks up at Bellatrix, a small voice wondering why she hadn't finished him, to find Voldemort standing behind her. Harry scrambled to his feet as Voldemort began to slowly stride towards Harry, his yew wand flicking into his hand.

"Potter." He snarled. "I have nothing left to say to you, you have irked me far too much, for far too long."

He pointed his wand at Harry. "AVADA KEDAVRA"

Harry stood weakly as the familiar streak of green light flew towards him. He almost smiled, after all this time, he would finally be defeated. At least he would be with Sirius once more.

Harry closed his eyes in anticipation for the end. Suddenly, he heard something scraping across the floor, and then an explosion. Opening his eyes he sees the smoking remains of a statue in front of him. Sighing in relief, his earlier willingness for death forgotten, Harry realizes that Dumbledore must have found him.

"It was foolish coming here tonight Voldemort." A voice called from behind him. Harry's brow furrowed as he turned his hand. The voice was a younger one, and definitely not Dumbledore's. A man strode into the room from the shadows. He was young, he appeared only to be a few years older than Harry. He had raven hair with a youthful face, and yet his eyes looked weathered and worn. He wore a strange red cloak with matching blue seams. Somehow it fit the strange wizard.

"Who are you?" Voldemort hissed at the man. He merely smiled simply replying,

"I am Emrys."

Harry felt a chill go down his spine. The name seemed to almost carry power of its own.

Voldemort stood at the center of the room studying the man.

"Well then Emryssss." He hissed "You have made me, the most powerful wizard, your enemy. I am not without mercy, step away and you will live."

The man merely smiled, and walked forwards towards him. Voldemort narrowed his eyes as he brought up his wand.

"Very well. AVADA KEDAVRA."

The bright green curse once again left the yew wand and bolted towards Emrys. Looking almost bored, Emrys merely raised his hand. His eyes seemed to glow gold. A bright shield swirled around him and the killing curse struck it with a deafening boom, dissipating off the shield.

Voldemort's eyes widened in fear and shock as he stumbling back.

"That's - That's impossible!" He shouted. "The killing curse cannot be blocked - by anything!"

Emrys smirked. "Perhaps for you."

His eyes flared gold again as he raised his hand, a bolt of lightning flashed towards Voldemort striking him and sending him sprawling across the room.

Voldemort growled as he rose.

"You will pay for your insolence!"

Emrys grinned. "Not by a guy with no nose."

Waving his wand, Voldemort began the duel, sending a giant snake of fire straight for him. Emrys transfigured the fire into a sword, catching it and throwing it back. Voldemort easily flicked the weapon away. Holding out his wand, black lightning seemed to run up and down it before flashing towards Emrys who caught it and threw it straight back.

Surprised, Voldemort was once again flung across the floor, landing heavily into the wall. Growling he flicked his wand upwards. Statues all around the atrium flew at Emrys at an alarming speed.

Before they hit him, Emrys struck the floor, the statues exploding around him. Emrys scattered the pieces, enchanting them to attack Voldemort repeatedly. Voldemort swept up his cloak, firing spells and into the swarm of pieces.

Emrys thrust out his hand. A whirlwind of air seemed to circle around him, centering on a single space in front of him. The whirlwind slowly swirled into the point in front of Emrys's hand until there seemed to be nothing there. Emrys continued to outstretch his hand, keeping it steady.

Having dispatched the enchanted shards, Voldemort turned to face him.
Emrys smiled sweetly at him.

"This was a fun workout but I'm afraid we're about to have an audience."

With that, a loud DING rang around the chamber. Voldemort was instantly thrown through the wall, right at the approaching Minister's feet.

"There you are Minister, one Dark Lord for you." Emrys said, his eyes twinkling.

"That was some spectacle" An old voice boomed across the chamber. Turning, Harry saw Dumbledore striding across the room.

"I'm afraid I was delayed by a few rambunctious Death Eaters Harry." He said apologetically. "I came as soon as I could but it seems you were in capable hands."

Harry said nothing, just nodded, at that point, he was too stunned to say anything.

"Now then, who might be you be?" Dumbledore asked as he walked up to Emrys. Emrys smiled

"Oh no one important, I just happened to be wandering by, thought I would help out."

Dumbledore studied him before saying,

"Really. You just happened to be in the area, and just happened to humiliate and defeat Voldemort?"

"Yep!" Emrys replied cheerfully.

"Dumbledore what the hell is going on?!" Fudge roared stepping through the Voldemort sized hole into the room, effectively cutting off the conversation. Sighing Dumbledore turned.

"Well it would seem that Voldemort is back as I repeatedly told you, and attacked the Ministry tonight. It is only because of Mr. Potter, His friends and Mr.…..?" He said looking at Emrys. Emrys looked thoughtful for a moment before saying.

"Emrys." He said. Harry looked confused before saying.

"I thought your first name was Emrys?"

Emrys laughed before saying

"No, my first name is… Leon."

"You don't sound too sure." Harry replied.

"In any case." Dumbledore continued, giving the man a strange look. "Mr. Emrys as well as Mr. Potter and his friends helped stop Voldemort's raid and - whatever he was after."

Fudge stood there for a moment.

"But- But he can't be back!"

Dumbledore coldly looked at him.

"I have told you once, and I will not tell you again, He is back. I, Mr. Potter, and Mr. Emrys fought him and his followers tonight. I suggest you start taking cautionary measures, you may even be able to save your spot as Minister if you act now." He said. Turning away from him, Dumbledore grabbed both Harry and Emrys and apparated them both away.

Landing in Dumbledore's Office, he motioned them to both have a seat. Emrys merely raised his eyebrow and continued to stand, an annoyed look on his face.

"I would have preferred to just leave the Ministry myself Dumbledore."

Dumbledore ignored him, looking at Harry who had fallen down into one of the chairs looking exhausted. Abruptly turning, he looked at Emrys.

"Please give us a few minutes of privacy Leon, I do apologize for dragging you here, but I think Harry and I need to talk."

Emrys stared at Dumbledore for a few minutes before nodding, and strode out of the room, closing the door behind him.

~0o0~

After about 10 minutes Harry came out of the room a lingering angry look on his face.

"Well that was some yelling match." Emrys commented. Harry glared at him before all anger left his system.

"Thank you for saving me." He simply said. Emrys smiled.

"Well of course, In any case I believe your headmaster wants to see me, I'll see you around."

"Will I?" Harry asked.

Emrys turned slightly, the ghost of a smile playing on his face.

"Of course, if I'm right." Smiling, he winked at Harry and strode into the room.

~0o0~

Merlin Emrys smiled as he walked into Dumbledore's office. It had been a long time since he had been back to Hogwarts. Memories haunted him of the founders, possibly some of his greatest apprentices and friends. Ever since they had fought and broken apart, a small part of him never wanted to return to the great castle. Sometimes however, sacrifices needed to be made.

"Ah Leon, take a seat." Dumbledore said, sitting at his desk. Bits and bobs of objects were strewn across the floor. Raising his eyebrow but wisely not saying anything, Merlin took the seat across from Dumbledore.

"Now then. I have something very important to ask you." Merlin smiled and looked at him expectantly. He had a funny feeling of what Dumbledore needed.

"I'm afraid another year has gone by and I have a position open in my staff, I would be honored if you would fill it."

Merlin smirked a little.

"You don't look surprised." Dumbledore stated.

He shrugged saying,

"It's well known your school has a hard time keeping Defense Professors."

Dumbledore chuckled.

"Yes. Unfortunately, some claim it's cursed."

Merlin considered the offer for a moment, deciding if he really wanted to spend the next year in a school full of teenagers. In the end however, the desire to help the boy, Harry Potter on his journey, overwhelmed his cautions.

"I accept."

A/N

Hello! So this technically ends here, but if I feel like it, I might expand this into a series. Oh and also, all that happened during the line break was Harry's anger in Dumbledore's office, nothing changed during that scene really, so I didn't feel like writing it back in.

Edit 8/19/16: Reworded some things, added a bit and polished the chapter up a bit. I'll be doing this periodically whenever I'm in the middle of writing a big chapter.