The battle for the stone.

As I entered the hall, I could see Dawlish holding Harry and looking in the mirror. I moved away from the line of sight of Dawlish's back lest the dark lord discovers me.

"What do you see Potter?" He asked.

"I am with Dumbledore. I've won the house cup" He lied albeit poorly.

"The boy lies" the asthmatic voice reverberated across the room. "Let me speak with him"

"But master you are not strong enough" Dawlish said.

"I have enough strength for this" came the reply.

Soon Dawlish took off his turban revealing the second face latched onto the back of his head.

Dawlish had a wand with him so I sent out a powerful knockback jinx and did not hesitate to show myself before the villain started his monologue.

"Ah, Dawlish my boy. It seems you have indeed failed me. I am truly disappointed in you." I said with the best Dumbledore impression I could muster. "You should have taken the lemon drops when I offered it to you."

Harry wanted to laugh so badly but kept his poker face, but his eyes started to water keeping the laughter in.

"You are not Dumbledore. Tell me who you are?" said an enraged Voldemort.

'Like hell, am going to tell him when he asks' I shielded Harry and sent out another Knockback jinx before he could point his wand.

I placed my free hand behind me and motioned Harry to place the stone on my hand. He soon placed the cold rough and smooth stone on my hand.

"My boy Voldermort, you have literally now become the dark lord with that sooty face of yours. You have denied my help once in the dark forest. No one denies Albus Dumbledore twice. Why don't you drop that wand and surrender to the sweetness and sourness of my lemon drops."

Voldermort was fuming in anger as he took control of Dawlish and sent out a powerful killing curse my way. "Avada Kedavra"

I threw the red stone in its path and dodged to the side with Harry. A terrible explosion knocked us all back. Dawlish getting slapped into the mirror while me and Harry being thrown to the stairs.

Suddenly all the light in the room dimmed. The red stone was pulsing. Soon it started cracking and losing its luster as several dark strings came out of it in all directions. I used a Patronus shield in front of a protego to keep both me and Harry within.

'It seems that the stone is not a product of all things good and pure. It seems to hold resentment of more than a thousand souls. Is Nicholas Flamel also a dark lord? How else did he get so many twisted souls? I thought goading the parasite to use the killing curse would destroy the stone, this has become a whole new level of bullshit'.

I saw the corrosive resentment strings of a thousand souls penetrating the fallen Dawlish as he emitted pure darkness from within.

"Harry, I will create a path through the flames. Run and get everyone. Tell that a crazy and powerful dark wizard is trying to destroy Hogwarts. I will stall him for now" I said and started sending spells like crazy towards the enraged Dawlmort. His eyes had a tinge of blackness around him and he looked ghastly pale. My glamour wore off. The only thing preventing Voldermort from knowing who I am was the runic mask.

The cutting spells I sent hit true. But Black strings came out of his body and started mending the injuries in seconds.

'This is not going to be good'

As Dawlmort settled down from his official powerup. He said "WE FEEL GOOOOD"

It sounded like the voice came from the mouths of many different individuals.

"Igne Furia" the multiple voices said as a large fiendfyre python materialized and inched up to me.

I used the cutting charm and slashed it multiple times before it got reduced into its elements and sent out a stupefy-incarcerous-expelliramus combo. To my surprise, Dawlmort didn't even flinch as he took the brunt of the spells head-on. The spells did nothing to harm him.

"WE ARE UNBEATABLE. WE HAVE TO KILL ALL WIZARDS WHO MADE US LIKE THIS" Dawlmort said.

"No we have to kill all muggles" an enraged Voldemort's voice was heard.

Soon the two voices started making sounds "WEWeWEWe...".

'It seems like they are trying to take control of Dawlish's body. Voldermort on one side and the thousand-plus souls on the other.

"What the hell do I do? System a little wisdom would be nice."

[The host's crap is not for the system to clean up. But all I can say is that since it is made of souls, you could use the killing curse to good measure or a fiendfyre both of which will land you in Azkaban. The system suggests using your gnome dagger dipped in basilisk venom through the heart which can also burn the souls. Basilisk venom sold by the system for 5000 galleons a drop.]

"What, are you truly taking advantage of me now of all times?"

[Need increases the price, it is basic economics]

"Do it then" I said as I took up the basilisk venom imbued dagger and walked towards Dawlmort.

"WEWeWEWe....." kept on saying the thing its head bobbing to either side like a crazy possessed being.

I was being restricted by the black strings that came from its body.

"Expecto Patronum" a raven Patronus started sending the black strings out of my way. 'Since they are twisted souls like dementors this should at least contain them.'

I plunged my dagger into the creature's heart as their mutterings stopped and looked at me with its black eyes. It raised its hand and sent a pulse of magic that threw me on the stairs. The faculty with Dumbledore arrived with wands drawn as this happened. The body of Dawlish was being corroded at a rate that was visible to the eye.

Suddenly the back of its head expanded and tried to pull away from the body.

'Shit this thing now looks like an alien with the elongated head' I thought while the faculty watched it in horror.

The back of the head split apart and the wraith emerged out and looked at me. I pointed my wand at it as it quickly made its way away from all the teachers and out of the castle. I truly had no spell to contain an intangible wraith.

"Profesor Quirrell, what is that" McGonagall asked.

"That was Professor Dawlish I am afraid. He destroyed the red stone with a killing curse and this happened." I replied.

The creature squirmed under the effects of the Basilisk poison and soon completely turned to dust even the knife wasn't saved.