Maybe if you wrote it down? No, I can't spell it. All right, Voldemort. Voldemort.

Come. I will grant you the fel.

Snape doesn't want the Stone for himself. He wants the Stone for Voldemort. With the Elixir of Life, Voldemort will be strong again. He'll come back.

And? Who was it? Voldemort.

Medivh. I saw the fel in his eyes.

Harry Potter we meet again. Voldemort.

Voldemort is my past, present and future.

Voldemort transferred some of his powers to me?

And to think I've been worrying about my Potions final.

Does that mean, with the Stone gone that Voldemort can never come back?

Voldemort started to gather some followers. Brought them over to the dark side.

Why do you care how I escaped? Voldemort was after your time.

We fought hard! Their warlock use your fel against us.

Grant me the fel in front of them, let them see how much stronger I become.

How did you escape with nothing but a scar while Lord Voldemort's powers were destroyed?

Me? Voldemort tried to kill me? Yes. That ain't no ordinary cut on your forehead, Harry.

One hopes that no more of Lord Voldemort's old school-things should find their way into innocent hands.

I do not question, Gul'dan. But the fel is born of death, must have a price.

No, no, no. It's your birthday. As long as no one jumps out in a hockey mask, I'll be fine.

Hang on a minute. We're forgetting one thing. Who's the one wizard Voldemort always feared?