The Anger .

After taking their seats, the new Unspeakable reached up and flipped back the cowl of his or her robe.

"Uncle Algie!" exclaimed Neville.

"Hello, young Neville," said the man, for Harry could now see it was a rather nondescript man with a short full beard. His hair was the colour of what Harry had come to know as salt-n-pepper; dark hair turning grey.

"As Neville has now identified me, I guess I should properly identify myself," said 'Uncle Algie'. "I'm known as Unspeakable Croaker, and Neville's Uncle Algernon."

Turning to Harry he held out his left hand and said, "Could you pass me the prophecy orb, please Mister Potter?" Harry offered the orb to the Unspeakable who took it and placed it on the little wooden stand that was now before him.

He then looked up and said, "So, Albus Dumbledore heard a prophecy spoken by Sybil Trelawney. The prophecy, since Mister Potter was able to pick it up and hear it, was about him and who Dumbledore identified as TMR. Clearly, if Mister Potter is not the dark lord spoken of in the prophecy, then TMR is the dark lord.

"That just leaves identifying just who TMR is. And Dumbledore is not telling anyone who that is."

"Harry believes, he knows," said Cygnus. "And, after what he showed me, I believe he's correct."

Cygnus reached into his robes and withdrew the roll of parchment Harry handed to him back at Hogwarts. Cygnus handed it to Croaker.

Accepting the roll, Croaker unrolled it and studied it for a few moments. "So. Tom Marvolo Riddle changed his name to Voldemort. No wonder we continually hit a brick wall in trying to figure out his origins."

Frowning and thinking hard, Harry was pinching his bottom lip. Looking up at Croaker he said, "Excuse me, Sir; do you mind if I borrow a piece of parchment, a quill and a little ink? I just want to check something."

A little surprised by the request, Croaker drew out the required paraphernalia from his desk and placed them on the desk in front of Harry.

"What is it, Harry?" asked Cygnus.

"I just want to confirm something," replied Harry. After he'd been writing a few things down and thinking for a bit, Harry sat up straighter and said, "It's an anagram!"

"Sorry?" asked Croaker.

"'Tom Marvolo Riddle' - Sorry - 'Voldemort' is part of an anagram taken from the name 'Tom Marvolo Riddle'.

"Look," said Harry indicating what he had written. "The letters that form 'Voldemort' are all in the name 'Tom Marvolo Riddle'. Remove those letters and you're left with M,A,O,R,I,D and L.

"From those you can get 'Lord', leaving you with M,A and I. And that's 'I am' backwards. Which means, 'Tom Marvolo Riddle' is anagrammatic for 'I am Lord Voldemort'."

Harry sat back with a bit of a smug expression on his face. Croaker had drawn the sheet of parchment back to himself and was going through the motions, just as Harry did. When he was finished he sat back and softly said, "Well, I'll be. The answer was right there all along."

Croaker sat there thinking for a few moments before he leaned forward again. "Mister Potter, I've now seen the memories of events of what happened at the Sorting at Hogwarts this year; including the two wraiths, one each, that came out of your scar and the head of Quirinus Quirrell. Both were clearly manifestations of Voldemort - Riddle."

Harry nodded back in understanding.

"That also means," said Croaker, "through whatever feat - possibly when he was destroyed by you in October 1981 - his soul became fragmented. "When you entered the Great Hall on the 1st of September for the Sorting, and because Quirrell was already there and possessed by one fragment of Volde... Riddle's soul, the two coming in close proximity cause the one expelled from you when your binding shattered to be drawn to the one possessing Quirrell.

"Him being hit by the second piece of Riddle's soul, while already under an active possession, killed him. The piece already possessing him was forced to flee, and fused with the piece that came from you, Mister Potter."

"Now," said Croaker, leaning forward and clasping his hands together, "the fact that the new, fused, piece of Riddle's soul did not then move on to the afterlife - together with the fact the prophecy is still in play means there's still more." "The prophecy's still in play?" asked Cygnus.

Croaker nodded and said, "If the prophecy had been completed, the prophecy orb would have turned dark. That it hasn't means the prophecy has not yet been completed."

"So, I still have to face him," said Harry worriedly.

"Yes and no," said Croaker. "The prophecy states 'one must die by the hand of the other', but that can mean many things. For instance, you can be Minister of Magic and sign his execution warrant. He will then have died by your hand. Or, we can wire him up in explosives, hand you the detonator, and you push the button. There are many ways it can be done." "So I take it, then, the Department of Mysteries will be tackling this problem?" asked Cygnus.

"Vol... Riddle represents a viable and known threat to Magical Britain," said Croaker. "So that means we have the mandate to tackle the problem. On top of that, we had the mandate during the last war, and Minister Bagnold did not rescind it after Vol – Riddle supposedly died."

"Excellent," said Cygnus.

Looking directly at Harry again, Croaker said, "Don't worry about the prophecy, Mister Potter. That's my and my department's job. All you need to do is stay alive. Go and enjoy being a First Year at Hogwarts. When the time comes, we'll call on you, alright?"

"Alright, Sir," replied Harry, a lot more calmly. "Good," said Croaker, firmly, as he stood up. "Please follow me and I'll lead you back out of this place."

Croaker then led them back to the lifts.

While they were waiting, Neville quietly asked, "Uncle Algie?"

Croaker, who had redonned his cowl, asked, "Yes, Neville?"

"The prophecy; it said, 'Born as the seventh month dies'. That means it could have been me, couldn't it?" asked Neville. "I mean, Harry and I were born only a few hours apart."

Not answering straight away, Croaker waited a few moments in thought before he replied, "Yes, Neville; I guess that could be true. How does that make you feel?"

"Relieved, that it's Harry," the boy replied before turning to Harry. "Sorry."

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