Standing Alone.

Chapter 19 - Burned.

A/N: Another Chapter, unfortunately a little late, and I am sorry about that. Have fun reading.

"Helena. Calm the fuck down." Harry said, glaring at the ghost before him. Helena furrowed her brows, staring at the boy. "You hurt my Luna." She said and Harry just sighed. "I did. Yes. I can't undo that right now. I need you to step aside." The ghost hissed. "My Crown, is not for you to mess around with." She growled and Harry closed his eyes, trying to will every fibre within him, to not just... Wait. She's a fucking ghost. 

Harry, upon realising exactly why he had not been put into Ravenclaw, inclined his head to the ghost and walked through her, snatching up the Tiara from its pile and taking it back to where he had created space for him to destroy the Horcrux. "NOOO!" Helena screamed and Harry just walked away.

Taking off the ring, Regulus sat down the tiara on the tall table. He did not know what curse was on the tiara, but he had a bad feeling, and had therefore also secured a pretty good place for the destroying. Picking up his dagger, which had marinated in Basilisk venom since the night before.

"Kreacher. Please go outside the Room of Requirements and wait for me there, don't allow any students to enter. Is that understood?" Kreacher bowed his head and popped off. They were in the early days of March; Harry had been trying to get the Tiara since January. He had known it was in here, but considering how big the room was, he had not been able to get his hands on it, and it did not react to any summoning spells... He had tried.

Sighing, he lifted up his dagger, feeling Helenas hands constantly trying to grasp at his, in an attempt of stopping him, clearly not caring that she was a ghost and was unable to actually move anything that held a physical form.

Whatever Regulus had prepared himself for, it was not this. The Book with it's enchantment that made people come under the Imperious spell if in contact with it for too long. The Ring with its power to make you complete and utterly miserable and the locket, which decayed a great deal of his hand, making him need to alter the glamour to hide it.

This Tiara. Caused a Fiendfyre. "FOOLISH MAN! AGHHH!" Helena screamed as she dissipated and left. Regulus quickly spun around and ran through the room. The Fiendfyre following him, burning everything in it's pass. Turning a sharp corner, and getting his hip slammed into the corner of a table, he quickly darted away, now limping.

The fire caught onto the ends of his coat, luckily not his favourite one. Regulus shrugged off the coat, quickly slipping the ring back on, right before throwing the coat away. He could always get a new wand. Realising he should have been out by now, he became panicked. "KREACHER! GET ME OUT OF HERE!" Feeling the familiar pull on his belly button, and the Fiendfyre hot on his trail once more, Harry looked around and saw the door. Hissing as the fire licked up his back and legs, he jumped out of the opening landing harshley on the dirty ground, his open wounds making sure that he knew that this was not appreciated.

The screams of agony, caused teachers to hurry out of their respective classrooms, ordering students to remain in their seats. Harry only did this at this hour because of 3 reasons; 1: Everyone would be in class, except for his own that would be in the common rooms getting homework done. 2: He had not in his wildest dreams expected for a Fiendfyre to happen. And 3... Well, no, it was mostly just those two reasons...

Minerva got to Harry first, seeing Kreacher trying to help his Master and the fire in the Room of Requirements, her eyes widened. "POTTER!?" She asked frantically, kneeling down beside him. At the sudden change of wind, Harry let out another cry of pain. It was worse than any Cruciato that Walburga or Orion had ever used on him and he was almost wishing it was just a Crucio curse.

Sirius and Remus were the next, as they were not teachers and had just been going down memory lane with walks through the hallways. Then Severus, Albus, Flitwick and so on so on. Madam Pomfrey, having been all the way outside, was the last to arrive, and Hooch had not bothered, as she was in the middle of broom practise.

"Master Harry is hurt! Please help him! Kreachers magic is not strong enough to help Master Harry!" Severus got onto his knees with Madam Pomfrey, Minerva and Albus, the rest doing their best to put out the fire. "What were you doing in there?! You foolish boy!" Severus grumbled and with the use of magic, removed the fabric that had melted into his skin. "Master Harry is not Foolish! Master Harry is very brave! Found a Horcrux, he did! Told Kreacher to get to safety!" Kreacher protected his master with a scowl. "A horcrux?" Albus asked and Kreacher huffed, nodding. "Madam Helena's tiara. Master Harry was scared of what was happened." Kreacher said looking at his Master with worry.

"How many has he found, Kreacher?" Albus asked, trying to be calm. But if Harry knew of the Horcruxes, what else did he know of? Kreacher quickly shook his head. "No no. Master Harry told Kreacher to not tell the mean old wizard." Kreacher said and gently brushed back some hair from Harry's face. The boy was clenching his jaw in pain and Kreacher furrowed his brows. "Sleep." He said, tapping Harry on the forehead, promptly making him unconscious.

"But... Albus is not a mean old wizard..." Sirius laughed. "Kreacher, I'm sure Harry meant Voldemort." Remus smiled, but Kreacher shook his head. "No no. Kreacher was told that Albus Dumbledore was a meansies old Wizard. Manipulative and child killer." He eyed the old man. "Kreacher does not want meansies old Wizard with his Master."

Albus decided against going head to head with the elf, and inclined his head, holding up his hands and backing away.

"I need him to come to Med-wing now." Madam Pomphrey interrupted the tense silence. Severus nodded stiffly and helped the older woman get Harry onto a stretcher and down to the Med-wing. Kreacher trodding along dutifully.

"Albus. What did the elf mean?" Minerva's voice was sharp, and all but Albus, Sirius and Remus, hurried back to their classes. Albus flinched. "Minnie, do not be bothered by the reasonings of a traumatised teenager and his house-elf. We have known each other for years." A small chuckle escaped his lips and Minerva nodded. "Exactly. We have. Which is why I ask you, Albus, and do not make me repeat myself again. What. Did. The elf. Mean?"

Closing his eyes, Albus shook his head. "I am not doing this. Give Harry my regards. I have to go have a meeting with Barty Sr. and discuss the plans for the last part of the games. Goodbye." And with that, he walked off. Sirius and Remus both glanced at their old teacher and head of house. "Are you really letting him go..?" Sirius asked, almost scared of talking.

Minerva gave a curt nod. "For now..." She snarled and turned to them. "But mark my words, Sirius Black and Remus Lupin. Wulfred will not sleep well tonight." Furrowing their brows, the two men watched her trod down the hall.

"Whatever do you think she meant..?"

"Beats me, Rem... Come... Our troublesome, god-son, needs us."

"He won't want us there, Siri..."

"Well. He doesn't really have a choice in the matter right now."

"Alright..."

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"Mr. Potter! What in the world do you think that you are doing!?" Poppy asked, standing with wide eyes in the door to her office. Looking over there, Harry raised a brow, buttoning up his shirt. "I'm leaving. I'm fine, as you can see." He said and Poppy hurried over. "You suffered 3rd degree burns, on over 50% of your body! You are no where near healed-" Her eyes landed on Harry's face, where there was a healed burn scar, going up from his neck, and moving over his jaw and up to his eye. He seemed to still be wearing the bandages under his shirt.

"As I said. I'm fine, Poppy." Madam Pomphrey looked at him with furrowed brows. "I have never seen someone heal that fast, Mr. Potter... Not even with the help of my magic." Harry shrugged with a small smirk. "What can I say... I'm just... Very alive..." There was a gleam in his eyes, that Poppy didn't like, and as Albus, Minerva, Sirius, Remus and Severus entered the Med-wing, two hours after Harry had already left. She was still confused about it.

"Poppy. Where's Harry?" Sirius asked, eyeing the bed, which the woman sat on. "Well uh... He healed up and left..." Remus' eyes widened. "How?!" He gasped. Poppy shook her head, shrugging her shoulders. "I have no idea..."

Albus narrowed his eyes, but remained silent. Minerva eyeing him carefully and calculating what to think of the man's facial expressions.

A/N: Hope you enjoyed the chapter and didn't minds the wait. See you all next time! Remember to eat, drink and get plenty of sleep. Love you all. ~Author Cupcake.