Misery [T. Higgs] ✔

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The moment Helena watched her brother and his two friends run into the castle she knew something's wrong. And her eyes glance back and forth between them and Terence. She quickly pecks his lips before looking over to Draco who accompanies them. "I love you, but I need to save my little brother. Hey Draco. Tell Snape that they are entering he knows where to take he knows what and I'm going after them. Please." The boy nods and leaves while Helena sprints after them. She finds the door with the three headed dog and walks straight up to it. It only growls for a second before cowering away from her. All the animals, magical or not, fear nothing more than the wrath of a werewolf over harming their pup.
Therefore she enters the plant filled room. Simply holding her breath she is pulled straight through and then runs into a giant hall with an already destroyed chessboard. "Ron. Hermione. Where's Harry?" The friends look up in shock. "What..." "He went on alone!" A chess figure attacks her but Helena swings her wand. "Bombarda!" The figure explodes and she runs into the room, only to meet Voldemort as a parasite, living off of Quirrels head. "I knew it was you.", she chuckles and walks up. "Helena Potter. How good to see you.." "Why yes. Fancy seeing you around these parts. What a nice... Look you are rocking there. It totally won't give me nightmares. There is a story about a muggleman with a second face on the back of his head who went to a freakshow. At night the second head would whisper horrible things to him so he killed himself. How about you try the same?" "Confident. I like that. Now tell me. After all these years. Where were you hiding?" "And show you my favorite get away trick? As if. But let's just say I watched you. Every second of it all I watched you. A few years ago I would have begged you to kill me and let me join my parents right now. The grieving made my heart valve rot away. My whole heart was slowly but surely destroying itself. But now I will do you a favor and kill you." Helena steps in front of Harry and a wide grin takes over her face. "Burn like a witcher in the old days." And from her palms shoot flames. Hot and destructive they feast away at Quirrels flesh. It turns red, then bubbles, starting to boil, then the blisters pop. Skin burns away to reveal muscle. Muscle charrs over the bones. He drops to the ground and Voldemorts parasite spores like body leaves the room. Harry collapses. Just in time she catches him and takes the red philosophers stone. Levitating him with her enormous amount of wandless magic she walks out of the room. He follows. Outside she already sees Professor Snape, Madame Pomfrey and Dumbledore. All parties now look at her. "What happened in there?!" "I killed him. I killed Professor Quirrel and with him the parasitic form of Voldemort that only showed on the back of his head, hidden by the turban." "How? He wasn't a teacher for nothing." "I burned him alive." The teachers stare at her. So does Hermione. "Miss Lupin. Would you be so kind?" "Oh. Yes." She levitates Ron as well, then follows them out of the room and to the med bay, while curious students watch in shock. "Helena." Draco hurries over to her. "I told Professor Snape as soon as possible. Are you alright?" While Hermione stares at the older Gryffindor in shock and horror she nods, leans down and brushes over Draco's back as she lightly hugs him. "I am fine. Don't worry. I'm always fine. And you did great." He nods slightly. A small smile on his face. "See you later." With that she walks on, placing her brother and his friend into their beds. And then turns to Snape. When it is surely just her, him, Dumbledore and Pomfrey left she bursts into tears and is pulled into his arms. "Thank you, uncle Severus.", she whispers and he nods. "Now. How did you do that? Set him on fire?"
Helena holds out her hands and the flames erupt from her palms. "I played a bit with this trick to be able do roast Marshmallows quickly.", she admits, making the three professors laugh at her childish reasoning. For a moment it felt as if Helena had drifted beyond their reach. In a way like Voldemort. Not light and not dark. Merely destruction personified.

"You are worried because I burned Quirrel alive that I'll become a different version of Voldemort. I can promise you that I won't. Because I don't fight to gain. I fight to protect. I chose my family."