The final exams had begun. Hogwarts was tense and restless — students flooded the library, quills scratching furiously over parchment as the pressure built.
Everywhere one looked, there were sighs, whispers, and anxious faces — except one.
At a corner table, Roy Valvas sat calmly, flipping through books not even related to the syllabus — Runes of the Forgotten Age, Advanced Alchemy, High-tier Spell Formations. His composure contrasted the chaos around him, making even Hermione glance his way with both admiration and exasperation.
Days passed, exams ended, and the school finally exhaled in relief. But peace didn't last long.
⚡ The Realization
That evening, Harry walked the corridors of Gryffindor Tower with Ron, still lost in thought. His mind replayed Hagrid's words about the dragon egg and how the mysterious stranger had asked about Fluffy, the three-headed dog guarding the third floor.
Harry froze.
"Ron… the person who gave Hagrid the egg — they must have wanted to know how to get past Fluffy."
Ron blinked. "Blimey, you're right. And the night Snape tried to curse your broom—"
Harry cut in, realization dawning. "It wasn't Snape. It's all connected. The Stone — someone's going to steal the Philosopher's Stone tonight!"
He turned and ran toward the Headmaster's office, Ron scrambling after him. But when they arrived, Professor McGonagall stood there, stern as ever.
"Professor Dumbledore's not here, Potter," she said firmly. "He's been called away by the Ministry."
Harry's heart sank. "Then… it's happening now."
Without another word, he dashed off to find Hermione.
⚔ The Descent Below
Hermione had been on her way to the courtyard — to meet Roy — when she nearly collided with Harry and Ron.
"Harry! What's wrong?" she asked, breathless.
"No time! Someone's going after the Stone — come on!"
They ran to the third-floor corridor, where the massive door hid Fluffy, the three-headed dog. When they entered, the creature was already asleep, lulled by a harp's gentle tune that echoed through the chamber.
Step by step, they descended through the challenges — Devil's Snare, flying keys, the enchanted chessboard, the troll, and finally, the potions puzzle.
Each trial tested them to their limits, but they pressed on.
As Hermione solved the potion riddle, Harry prepared to move forward. That was when she felt a light touch on her head.
She turned — and froze.
Roy stood there, the shimmer of invisibility fading from his cloak-like artifact.
"You did well, Hermione," he said softly, a rare smile touching his lips.
She blushed, wide-eyed. "R-Roy?! You're here?"
Roy nodded. "You've done enough. Leave the rest to me."
Before she could protest, he placed his hand gently on her shoulder, and dark crimson flames — the mark of his Dark Phoenix Bloodline — flared briefly around her.
In an instant, Hermione vanished, safely transported back to Gryffindor Tower.
Roy turned toward the final door.
"Time to end this."
🔥 The Confrontation
Inside the last chamber, Harry faced Professor Quirrell — not Snape, as he had expected.
"Y-you!" Harry gasped.
Quirrell smiled coldly, removing his turban to reveal the face of Voldemort, pale and ghostly, on the back of his head.
"Foolish boy," the dark voice hissed. "You've been useful… but now, you'll die."
As the air grew heavy with dark energy, another presence emerged — Roy, stepping out from the shadows, eyes glowing faintly with flame-like light.
"Voldemort," he said evenly, "you're far more talkative than powerful for a ghost clinging to a coward."
The parasite's eyes narrowed. "You… I've heard whispers of you. Serve me, and I will grant you more than Hogwarts ever could."
Roy laughed — a sharp, fearless sound.
"You can't even protect your own soul. Why would I follow a relic who fears his reflection?"
The room trembled. Quirrell's fury erupted, and the battle began.
⚡ Duel of Fire and Shadow
Spells exploded across the chamber — Quirrell's dark curses against Roy's blazing counterattacks. The air shimmered with heat as Roy channeled both Phoenix fire and runic magic, tearing through the room's stone floor.
Harry, wounded, could only watch as the clash unfolded like a storm of light and darkness.
Finally, Roy unleashed a searing wave of fire, sending Quirrell sprawling.
"Harry!" Roy shouted. "Now!"
Instinctively, Harry rushed forward, pressing his hand against Quirrell's face. The contact burned — smoke rising as Quirrell screamed in agony.
Harry's scar flared painfully, but he didn't stop until Quirrell crumbled into ash.
A shadow — Voldemort's soul — rose from the remains, hissing in fury before fleeing through the walls, vanishing into the night.
🕊 Fawkes' Arrival
Moments later, light filled the chamber. Dumbledore appeared with Fawkes, the phoenix soaring gracefully above him.
The moment Fawkes saw Roy, she let out a happy trill, landing on his shoulder and nuzzling his cheek. Roy smiled and gently petted her feathers.
Dumbledore's eyes twinkled behind his glasses.
"It seems Fawkes has taken quite a liking to you, Mr. Valvas."
Roy chuckled. "Newt once told me you were the best Defence professor Hogwarts ever had. I suppose Fawkes agrees."
The Headmaster laughed softly, clearly pleased.
"You flatter an old man, my boy. But tonight, you've shown remarkable courage."
Roy shrugged. "Just doing what had to be done."
Then, from the side, a faint groan drew their attention — Harry, lying injured on the floor, raising a hand weakly.
"Professor… Roy…"
Dumbledore immediately knelt, lifting Harry carefully. "He'll be fine. Fawkes' tears will heal him."
As the phoenix cried softly, healing light enveloped Harry. Dumbledore gave Roy a nod of gratitude before vanishing with a soft crack, teleporting with Harry to the hospital wing.
🧱 The Aftermath
Left alone, Roy glanced at the ground — where the Philosopher's Stone glimmered faintly among the shattered remnants of stone.
He picked it up, its red glow reflecting in his eyes.
Without a word, he summoned his Dark Phoenix flames, teleporting himself directly to the hospital wing.
When he arrived, he saw Madam Poppy Pomfrey in the middle of scolding Dumbledore for risking a student's life. Roy leaned casually against the wall, quietly amused by the sight.
When Dumbledore noticed him, he turned to Poppy.
"Madam Pomfrey, if you'll excuse me, there's something I must discuss with Mr. Valvas."
Still muttering about reckless professors, she waved them off.
Dumbledore gestured toward the door. "Come along, Roy. To my office, please."
Roy followed, the Philosopher's Stone glinting faintly in his palm.