Kassandra Bauer and the Philosopher's Stone (Book 1)

Epilogue: We have only just begun.

Failure! Once again had Harry Potter defied Voldemort and won. Not only that, but he had also lost his Servant. Quirrell. 

"Quirrell! You fool!" Voldemort shouted in anger. He had to flee. So he went to the one place he knew that no one would never, ever show up. Albania. 

Voldemort's Spirit had returned to his hideout. The flight from Great Britain to Albania had taken its toll. A few of the Albanian Wizards that Voldemort had been able to turn to the Dark Side had given him refuge. In both mind and flesh. Literally. Voldemort was able to possess one of the dead bodies of a Wizard as a temporary body. But he could not sustain it and keep a body of his own. Not without the Philosopher's Stone. Which was now destroyed. 

A Bath of Unicorn Blood was poured to keep Voldemort in stable condition. He would have to say in that bath until he could create a body of his own.

An Albanian Wizard approached Voldemort. "My Lord. He is here." 

Voldemort's head emerged from the bath. "Bring him in." He ordered. 

The Door burst open. And a Wizard in a Death Eater Mask approached the Tub. The Albanian Wizards let the Death Eater pass. "My Lord." He knelt down to Voldemort. 

"Welcome back. I had a hunch that you survived." Voldemort greeted very evilly. 

"Yes." The Death Eater replied. "Though I did spend the last 10 years in Azkaban." He pointed out.  

Voldemort laughed. "At least your sense of semblance is still intact." 

"My Faith to you, My Lord, has kept my sanity." The Death Eater explained. "Though, I can't say the same for Bellatrix Lestrange. She's gotten even more unstable."  

"Then she is dangerous. And that can be useful." Voldemort noted. "Do not fear power. Use it. Let it grow." 

"Yes, My Lord." The Death Eater said. 

Voldemort let himself heal more. "Are you wondering why you're here?" He asked.

The Death Eater did not say anything. 

But Voldemort continued. "I had to pull many strings with the Dementors to get you out of Azkaban. They can cover up your escape easily. The reason why you are here is of great importance. Quirrell has failed me. And with Trotsky no longer, I am in need of a new right hand. You've been asking for it for years. Now's your chance."

The Death Eater looked up. "And you finally trust me to act as your right hand?" He asked with a joyous smile. 

"I trust you enough to know what should happen if you fail." Voldemort answered.

"Then I will not fail you." The Death Eater declared. 

Voldemort did not show indifference. "Very well. Perhaps there is hope for you, yet. Would you not agree....?"

The Death Eater took off his mask to reveal a face. With Grey Hair. Purple Eyes. And a face of evil. "...Fletcher Snyde?" 

"I agree." Fletcher said. 

"Perhaps, you will be able to succeed. Where your daughter failed." Voldemort commented. 

Fletcher hissed at the mention of his daughter's name. "Forgive me, My Lord. I failed to raise her as a good daughter. She became too weak for the Snyde name. And too much love was given to her." He apologized.

Voldemort did not understand the concept of love. It wasn't in his nature to understand it. "Hmph." Was all he said. "And I assume that your Wife was the one who gave her too much of this... love as you call it." 

"She was soft, she always had been. I only married her because it was expected of me. I did my duty and married a Pure Blood. For all the good it did me when the only child she bore me was a weak willed Daughter." Fletcher explained. "And one who was not worthy to carry the name of Snyde." 

"I'm sure you did the best you could, Fletcher." Voldemort told him. "Do not blame yourself for your wife's short sighted misjudgment." 

Fletcher nodded. "My Lord, now that the Philosopher's Stone has been destroyed. How will you return to your true form?" He asked. 

"The Philosopher's Stone was the quick and easy way to return my full strength. But there is... another way. An Ancient Way." Voldemort answered. "But to do that, I must ensure that Hogwarts falls to ruin. And Harry Potter is eradicated from this Earth." 

"And how will we do that? If I may ask?" Fletcher asked eager to see Harry Potter be killed. Not just him. But Ethan Bauer as well. And everyone he held dear.

Voldemort had to ponder it for a second. When he was done, he got an idea. An awful idea. "It is time to call upon the Teachings of Salazar Slytherin himself!" He declared. "Send an Owl to Lucius Malfoy. Tell him that we've only just begun..." And Voldemort told Fletcher the plan.

Fletcher did as Voldemort asked him to. "It will be done." But before Fletcher could leave he turned to Voldemort. "Will there be anything else you require, My Lord?" He asked.

"Serve me well, Snyde." Voldemort ordered. 

And on that note Fletcher left. Just as Dumbledore said. This battle against Voldemort was not over. Another War was coming. The peace of 91 was only a pause. And there would be a war. Mars had shined even brighter that night.