Chapter 25 – Fear Uncontrolled

"Secure the students in the Great Hall!" Remus shouted to anyone who could hear him, as Harry, Dumbledore, and Isis appeared out of thin air. "Make sure they are guarded until the situation is resolved. I want nothing to happen to them!"

Harry watched as Remus turned around and noticed the sight before him. Tears pooled in his eyes from the sight of the beloved Headmaster, as Isis noticed the blood soaking through Remus's shirt. Harry was oblivious to everything that was happening near him, but was privy to everything else. There was no sun soaking through the windows of the admired school. It was as if the blue skies above had turned black – permanently. The warmth he had felt before leaving was gone. Left behind was the arctic chill of evil. Harry had felt it before, more than once. He knew that Hogwarts was in great danger and whatever Draco had done put everyone at risk.

Isis grasped Remus's arm before he fell over. She scooted him back toward the rock wall and leaned him against it. "Remus, you've lost a lot of blood."

"Death Eaters are everywhere," he warned. "I don't know how he did it. I was with him the entire time. The door to the dungeons swung open and there was no warning…"

Isis laid a gentle hand on his cheek and silenced him. "Who's here?"

Remus was fighting the fact that he was going to fall unconscious at a moment's notice. He braced himself against the wall as he focused on Isis. "Bellatrix and many more Death Eaters that are high up on the command chain. Voldemort must have sent everyone he could." He gasped for air as Isis applied pressure on the still bleeding wound. "It's just the first attack, Isis. I think Voldemort wants to make his stand here."

Isis and Dumbledore looked at one another with concern. Harry noticed the exchange but quickly noticed Hermione, Ron, and Ginny racing toward them. Dumbledore's stare turned from Isis to the three that had just joined them. Ron and Hermione's jaws had hit the floor while Ginny stood frozen in place like a statue. The sight before them was almost too shocking for them to bear.

"Time is of the essence, Harry." Dumbledore took a step toward Harry, turning his attention from the stunned trio. "You must secure the Great Hall until I can be there. The students must not be harmed."

"I can fight!" Harry exclaimed. "I can help you find Draco and be rid of the threat to Hogwarts."

Dumbledore shook his head solemnly. "Right now, Harry, you are the best choice to protect the Great Hall. These students know nothing of what is going on. Gather the DA and do what you can. I will send you help as soon as possible."

Harry was about to protest when Dumbledore gave him one of his infamous looks. There would be no debating him on this matter. Dumbledore had some how gained full strength on the trip back from Godric's Hollow. He was once again the man admired by many and the one who would not stand idly by while things progressed from good to bad. Harry would not defy him and would do as he was told. Dumbledore was right – the students needed to be protected.

Turning to Hermione, Ron, and Ginny, Harry said, "Gather the DA. We'll meet in front of the Great Hall."

Hermione and Ginny quickly nodded and raced off toward the Great Hall. Ron looked at Harry with concern filling his eyes. Harry understood what his best friend was feeling. Fear was surrounding the school – suffocating it until there was nothing left. If Harry had anything to do about it, fear would not control this day. He would make sure of it. It didn't take long for Ron and Harry to appear to be on the same page as they began to walk down the corridor toward the Great Hall.

Dumbledore waited a few moments, as Harry and Ron disappeared down the dark corridor, before speaking. Isis was still treating the gaping wound on Remus's chest. The marks reminded Dumbledore of werewolf attacks that he had experienced several times before. The war had already begun and Voldemort was no longer afraid of an attack without remorse. Hogwarts had been prepared, but not in the light that it needed to be. Dumbledore feared that Remus had been right on his assumption – Voldemort was bringing the war to Hogwarts.

"You're…alive," Remus rasped. He smiled slightly as Dumbledore knelt before him. "I never…thought…for a moment…that we'd see you…again."

Dumbledore smiled warmly at him. "Miracles can happen during the worst of times."

"This wound is too deep to treat here," Isis replied, still applying pressure. "This wasn't from any spell. There's a werewolf inside of Hogwarts."

"One that does not care who or what he infects," he agreed. "Luckily you already are one, Remus."

Remus chuckled. "How fortunate."

Isis sighed. "There is only one and I fear that we all know who it is."

"I fear it is Fenrir Greyback." Dumbledore took a slight pause before continuing. "Do what you must to find him, Isis."

She looked at Dumbledore in shock. "You wish for me to hunt Fenrir?"

"There is no one else that will survive an attack if need be," Dumbledore stated. "You must find him and kill him before he finds the Great Hall."

"And Remus?" She questioned.

Dumbledore placed a gentle hand over Isis's and took over applying the pressure. "I believe I can find a way to bring Remus to Madam Pomfrey. Do what you must."

Isis didn't hesitate and rose. Remus met her gaze and he nodded to thank her for everything. In an instant, she disappeared into the darkness that didn't seem to faze her. Remus groaned in pain as Dumbledore pressed harder on the wound. Dumbledore listened to the madness ensuing around them. This was not yet the war and already many casualties could be seen from this fight alone. Remus was just the beginning. Dumbledore knew that he must find Harry. This was the beginning of the end.

Ron and Harry stood near the closed, large doors that led into the Great Hall. It had been sealed shut and would only be opened if need be. But Harry knew that the students inside were exposed and could be accessed by the windows that showed the outside world to them. Foreign sounds were heard echoing down the corridor. Ron jumped every few seconds from the commotion happening all around them. His best friend was still without a wand and Harry knew that he would be Ron's only protection.

"How long does it take to find a few members of the DA?" Ron asked, not paying any attention to Harry.

Harry was strategically looking around for anyway to defend themselves out in the middle of an empty corridor. "Hermione and Ginny are doing what they have to. We'll know when to open the doors."

Ron tapped his foot impatiently to the rhythm only he knew. Harry wasn't impatient about Hermione and Ginny and how long it was taking them. He was impatient because he wasn't out helping protect Hogwarts and the people he loved. The students that attended Hogwarts needed to be safe and secure, but at the same time he didn't want to be the one to do it. The DA would be more than capable of handling the situation. Someone had to track down Draco and stop him from doing any more harm.

The sounds of banging on the large, wooden doors knocked Harry out of his thoughts. Ron and Harry tugged on the metal handle, after the locks were undone, and the door opened slightly – just enough for some students to sneak through. He watched as Ginny and Hermione walked out followed by enough students to stop an army. Harry didn't have any recollection of how many of his classmates had joined the DA, but he was sure that it wasn't as many as there were standing before him now.

"We brought as many as we could find," Ginny said proudly.

Hermione gestured to everyone standing behind them. "They want to help and are willing to do anything.

Harry didn't recognize some of the faces of the Sixth and Seventh Years from other houses, but there were many he did. Seamus Finnigan, Neville Longbottom, Padma and Parvati Patil, Cho Chang, Luna Lovegood, and Fred and George Weasley all stood before him – wands at the ready. It was quite a group assembled in such a short amount of time. The doors, once again, locked themselves to keep everyone inside safe.

"All I know," Harry began, "Is that we're to keep the students inside the Great Hall safe – at all costs. Dumbledore assures us…"

Fred and George looked at one another, astonished, as Neville spoke up. "Dumbledore is dead, Harry."

Ron shook his head. "He's not! I saw him with my own two eyes. He looks bloody good for someone who was thought to be dead."

"We'll do anything if Dumbledore wants us to," Seamus said happily. "It's just good to know that we're not going through this alone."

A door slamming shut from down the end of the corridor made everyone jump. Ginny quickly drew her wand as did Hermione. Out of the corner of Harry's eye he saw a glimmer of light and the shadowy figure of Draco. Anger boiled inside of him to know that Draco had been the cause of the attack on Hogwarts. It was because of him that no one was safe and that Remus might be dying.

"Draco!" Harry shouted.

Draco's head snapped around and he glared at Harry. Before he continued down the corridor, he waved and evilly laughed. Harry took off running after him before Ron, Hermione, and Ginny could stop him.

"Harry, you can't chase after him!" Ron shouted.

Hermione moved along side of Ron. "Harry, Dumbledore wants us to stay here!"

"Protect the students!" Harry yelled from down the end of the corridor. "Do whatever it takes!"

Without anything else said, Harry disappeared around the corner. He was going to follow Draco and make him pay if it was the last thing he did.

The only sound she could make out in the empty corridors was the echoing of water dripping on the cold stone floor. The dungeons had been abandoned in the fight, but Isis was certain that Fenrir was lurking where no one thought he would be found. Her ears were tuned to hear anything out of the ordinary, drowning out the sounds from the floors above. She kept her eyes dull and lifeless so that she couldn't be tracked. The fire she wished to illuminate the corridor with was simmering beneath the surface, ready to use at a moment's notice. The reputation of Fenrir Greyback hadn't escaped her or any of the Elements. The Creator knew who and what the werewolf was and how dangerous he was to anyone around him.

"Lurking about in the dark and damp corridors of the dungeons, Isis?"

The voice wasn't familiar to her and she knew, for certain, that it wasn't Fenrir. It was female and the tone was snide and mocking. Isis sighed and wanted nothing more than to face a werewolf rather than the woman standing behind her.

In a flash of light, the entire corridor illuminated to reveal the figure that had managed to elude her during her trip to the dungeons. Bellatrix Black-Lestrange stood before Isis in all of her evil glory. Her smile reminded Isis of a snake and her nails like fangs. Much like her cousin, Sirius, she was much too skinny for Isis's liking. It just made Bellatrix seem much more dangerous than hopefully she was.

"I see anonymity is no longer granted to me," Isis commented. "Voldemort tells all of his most loyal subjects about the Fire Element in the hopes that he might contain me."

Bellatrix took a step forward and slyly smiled. "Oh, Isis, the Dark Lord no longer wants to contain you." She dramatically paused and chuckled. "He wants to see you destroyed."

Hogwarts was growing fainter in the distance and the Forbidden Forest was coming closer for Draco to hide in. Harry didn't have much time before Draco completely disappeared from his sight. It would take much for the junior Death Eater to evade him in the already dark forest. Many trees and shrubs would hide him from Harry's sight. The opportunity to exact revenge on Draco was closing fast.

"Petrificus Totalus!" Draco shouted, as he pointed his wand back at Harry.

Harry silent muttered a block and had nearly become a statue. The scene was almost too familiar for him to bear. It was just a year ago when he chased after Draco from the Astronomy Tower when Dumbledore had been 'killed' by Snape. Draco escaped then and Harry was certain that he wouldn't again.

"Impedimenta!"

Draco's legs slowed down although Harry knew his mind was telling them not to. It gave him just enough time to catch up and tackle Draco to the ground. He drove his wand into the once Slytherin's neck. Draco struggled against Harry's strong grasp and glared at him the entire time.

"You send Death Eaters to Hogwarts and you expect to live? I knew that you weren't the smartest Slytherin, Draco, but I thought you knew better than that." Harry shoved the wand deeper into Draco's throat.

"I will live, Potter," Draco spat. "Unlike you, my friends are powerful and are willing to do whatever it takes in order to survive. Your precious little DA won't stand a chance against what's running unguarded through Hogwarts' corridors."

Harry's breathing became labored as Draco smiled in victory. "Draco, what did you do?"

Hermione's frantic footsteps echoed down the corridor. She was running as fast as she could and it still wasn't fast enough. The ever-changing staircases weren't helping the situation either. Her destination was just a floor away and it had taken her twice the amount of time to reach the floor she needed to. Every time she was in a rush to do something, it always took more time then it needed to. This was not the time for her normal occurrences to come to her in ten-fold.

Echoing screams reached her ears and made chills run up and down her spine. Her time was running out. The floor she needed was just a few more steps away. She grimaced as she felt the staircase she was standing on begin to move. Hermione leapt and bounded up the stairs and jumped for the floor just as the staircase shifted once again. Without trying to lose too much precious time, Hermione picked herself up and began to run down the corridor. The classroom where Isis taught about the Elements was just ahead. She didn't want to have to use the Heart, but the wands the DA was using were having no effect. There was only one way to do what they needed to do, and she was the only one who could wield it.

The door slammed open and Hermione rushed in. The four colors of the Elements swirled above like a hurricane. They were angry and knew what was taking place within the confines of their now home. The shimmer from the emerald set at the top of the sword called out to her. She quickly rushed over and didn't hesitate as she thought she would while pulling the sword out of the stone. It was still as light as a feather and wouldn't hold her back as she raced toward the Great Hall.

"Guys, I'm coming!" Hermione shouted, knowing that the DA wouldn't hear her. She was going back to a place that she hoped wasn't empty by the time she reached it.

"Why won't you die?!" Bellatrix screamed, aiming her wand once again.

Isis chuckled and stood in the middle of the corridor, arms folded across her chest. It had been several minutes of interesting spell casting. She was sure that Bellatrix had used every spell created and a few created on the spot. The frustration was showing on Bellatrix face and Isis couldn't let it go on any longer. The memory of Harry telling her about Sirius and his duel with his cousin came to the surface. It had been Bellatrix that had sent Sirius to his fate – a life where Isis couldn't be apart of it.

The flames that had been dimmed in her eyes for the hunt of Fenrir came back in full force. Bellatrix stumbled backwards as Isis's hands rose, flames burning in the middle of her palms.

"I believe I have a debt to settle, Bellatrix," she said, letting the Darkness, that had been pushed down deep, resurface. "Sirius is behind the Veil because of you."

Bellatrix chuckled. "Don't tell me that one of the most insipid of our family captured your heart."

"I'm sure Voldemort would be very cross with me if I tortured one of his most precious followers." Her hands moved into a prayer-like form. A fireball, greater than she had ever created, formed. "I suppose I can let you go back to him in one-piece – just not as perfect as you once were."

The corridor went as black as the night sky. All that could be seen was the fireball that had been created and the flames in Isis's eyes. Shuffling footsteps could be heard quickly moving toward the doorway leading away from the dungeon. Without warning, the fireball made its trip down the corridor…

"What did you do, Draco?!" Harry demanded, still pinning Draco beneath him. "Tell me what you let loose in Hogwarts!"

Draco just snickered. "You insignificant prat! You're sacrificing your friends because of the revenge you have against me. Fenrir, the werewolf that infected your friend Remus, is on the hunt for unwilling participants. I have no doubt that he is on his way to the Great Hall as we speak. If I remember what my father told me correctly, Fenrir enjoys children the best."

It was the distracting moment Draco needed to gain the upper hand against Harry. A few tumbles in the grass and over some sharp rocks didn't deter Harry from keeping his firm grasp on Draco. His mind was reeling from the fact of what was going on in Hogwarts. Why hadn't he done what Dumbledore had told him to do? Would his friends become infected because of the hatred he had toward Draco?

"Call him off!" he demanded.

"I can't," Draco simply said, not truly caring.

Before Harry could do anything, the grass and everything else around him had grown icy. The air had become cold, almost too much to bear. High above, Dementors were swarming the skies, looking below at the scene unfolding. Harry wouldn't be going down without a fight. If he was going to lose his soul, Draco would be going with him.

"I hope that you enjoy being like your godfather, Potter," Draco said, laughing. "Because the Dementors are here to take your soul – much like his."

He didn't want to feel nothing but sorrow and regret. Feeling the effects of the Dementors before had made him wish to never feel like that again. For the first time, in a very long time, Harry was feeling happiness boil inside of him. He was almost there – to the destruction of Voldemort. There was only one Horcrux left. Dementors were everywhere and it would be hard for Harry to not feel their 'kiss'.

Slowly letting go of Draco, Harry began to back away – trying not to let the Dementors feel his presence. There were too many to ward off, even with his Patronus. Whooshing sounds could have been heard from miles around. They were going to attack him as a pack rather than one-by-one – definitely giving him no chance of escape. Their black robes billowed around them and their faces were covered by the hoods draped over their heads. Their long, bone-like fingers were pointed directly at him. Even though he hadn't made a sound, his presence was known to them.

"Suck him dry!" Draco ordered.

The whooshing sound became louder as the swirling Dementors began their attack. Harry extended his wand and silently used the Patronus Charm. It had been no use. While deterring several Dementors, the others swum around the barrier and used the holes in the protection to their advantage. It didn't matter how strong his Patronus was, there were too many to ward off.

"Locomotor Harry!" yelled a familiar voice.

Harry grimaced as he tumbled out of the way as the first wave of Dementors dove at his former location. A scream resounded throughout the forest as Dementors took a hold of the wizard that had moved him out of the way. Glancing up, he saw a short figure, squirming beneath the Dementors' kiss. Through the cracked glass of his glasses, he could make out Draco's disappearing figure – running through the Forbidden Forest and away from the disaster he had made. He couldn't imagine who the figure was, enduring the 'kiss' instead of Harry.

He stood while groaning from the pain he felt. Outstretching his wand, he pointed it at the mass of Dementors still descending from the skies above.

"Expecto Patronum!" he shouted, louder than he ever had before.

The light cast from his wand lit the night sky. Dementors shrieked and descended – disappearing from sight. Harry tried to catch his breath as the light slowly dimmed. Still reeling from everything happening, he crept closer to the figure lying on the icy grass. His eyes widened in shock as he saw the shivering figure looking at everything but him.

"It isn't possible," he muttered.

"Hermione, bloody hell, where are you?!" Ron yelled and screamed in fright at the same time. He dove out of the way as something threw itself at him. "Would someone do something!?"

"Neville, behind you!" Seamus warned.

Neville quickly turned to see a huge mass racing toward him. He held out his wand and it shook as he tried to aim at it. "I can't see it! It's moving too fast!"

"Just point and aim, Neville," Luna said, pointing her own wand. "Impedimenta!"

The figure diving for Neville slowed down just in time for Hermione to come racing into the corridor to knock him safely out of the way. Neville and Hermione both groaned as they rolled into the stone wall. The sword slid from Hermione's grasp and was just out of her reach. Her head slowly turned to see Fenrir Greyback coming around from his crash into a nearby wall, and getting ready to come back for them.

It was as if Fenrir's Death Eater robes had become his skin. The sight of long yellowish nails, whiskers, and matted grey hair made Hermione feel sick to her stomach. When she had first seen Remus, when he had turned into a werewolf, she didn't feel this way. This werewolf made her quiver in fright. She didn't have enough time to take everything in as she dove for the Heart. At the moment, it felt heavy in her hands – unlike only moments prior where it was lighter than air. She was the only one who could destroy Fenrir and she was scared half to death.

Out of the corner of her eye, Hermione saw Bellatrix run past the doors to the Great Hall – the side of her face burned. Hermione didn't have to know that it was Isis that had probably inflicted the damage. Bellatrix was running for her life and toward others that would help her in her fight. The slight distraction was enough for Fenrir to gain momentum. Ron was racing toward them as Hermione tried to hold up the sword in protection. Neville had rolled out of the way and toward the rest of the DA that was watching in fright.

"Hermione!" Ron shouted as he continued to approach her.

Hermione screamed in horror and then in pain as she was pushed out of the way. Fenrir growled in delight as he skidded down the dark corridor. Ron slid on his knees to Hermione's side as she glanced over to see Isis lying on the floor in a pool of blood. Her chest was heaving as large gashes lay open and fresh on her stomach and chest. Hermione's breath couldn't catch as she continued to look at Isis. She gasped in shock as Isis stood slowly, ignoring the blood and pain she was in. Her eyes met Hermione's and she nodded.

"You have to use the sword, Hermione," Isis said, barely standing. "I'll distract him. Drive it into his heart. If we don't, he will find a way to get into the Great Hall and destroy everything in his sight."

Hermione stood on shaky legs, with Ron's help. She held the sword as if it was apart of her. Through the darkness, she knew that Fenrir was racing back to make his final attack before breaking into the Great Hall. The DA was standing off to the side as she made her way behind Isis. Isis's hand grasped Hermione's arm with more strength than Hermione would have ever thought possible.

"Do not hesitate," Isis simply said.

There wasn't any warning. Through the air Fenrir dove for Isis. Isis watched him carefully to time it exactly. It was as if time became slow motion. Hermione grimaced in fear and drove the sword into Fenrir's heart just as Isis tumbled out of the way. A loud howl echoed throughout the corridor as Hermione was knocked off of her feet. Fenrir fell to the ground with a thud and made the ground shake as if from an earthquake. The life in his eyes was slowly draining as he looked down at the sword protruding from his chest. With one last howl, Fenrir's eyes rolled back in his head and finally closed.

She felt Ron's strong embrace around her as her eyes slowly opened. He gently kissed her forehead. Tears streamed down her cheeks. She turned and leaned against his chest and sobbed.

"It's alright," he said, reassuringly. "It's all over. You did good. You protected the students in the Great Hall."

Hermione couldn't find any words to say and just stayed in Ron's warm hug. He saved her again because he was there for her. Ron was always there for her.

Harry was still in shock as he knelt beside the figure that was continuing to tremble. It wasn't the person he ever imagined saving him from a fate worse than death. Why would he, of all people, be the one to save him?

"Why did you do it?" Harry questioned. "Why did you save me?"

Peter Pettigrew didn't look at him and didn't smile. His rat-like features were still the same as the last time Harry had seen him. This time, though, it seemed as though he was stronger – different somehow. Pettigrew wasn't the man that had sacrificed his own hand to bring back Voldemort. This Pettigrew was the man who sacrificed himself to save Harry.

"I owe them nothing now," he muttered softly. "My life debt is paid. I saved Harry Potter. It's up to him now. It's up to him to defeat the Dark Lord."

It was as if Pettigrew didn't even know Harry was there. The man, who had once been a friend of his parents, felt nothing but sorrow and regret for everything he had ever done. The Dementors had done what they had set out to do – just not on the right person. Pettigrew no longer had a soul, only the memories of things he should have never done. Whatever he had promised his parents had been repaid. His 'life debt', as he called it, had been settled. Although Harry still hated him for betraying his parents, he couldn't hate a man who was left to relive the wrong things he had done over and over again.

"They're gone, Harry," said a voice from behind.

Harry peered over his shoulder to see Dumbledore standing directly behind him. Dumbledore noticed Pettigrew's quivering figure lying on the ground and knelt beside Harry.

"He saved you," Dumbledore simply said. "It was a noble thing to do."

"I let Draco get away."

He nodded in acceptance. "There are always losses, Harry. Draco will always be on the run because of who and what he has become. Someone will accept him – just not today."

Harry remembered what Draco had said about Fenrir, the werewolf. "Professor, Fenrir Greyback is loose within Hogwarts."

"I believe it is safe now." Dumbledore slowly rose to his feet. "I believe it was Hermione Granger who handled the situation."

A bright light shone from the Astronomy Tower. Harry didn't recognize it right away, but Dumbledore had appeared to. The fiery image of a phoenix, joined by the wavy-like image of a dragon sat side-by-side directly above Hogwarts. It was the Elements' sign instead of that of a Death Eater. They had won the first round – gaining the upper hand going into the war.

Grasping Harry's shoulder firmly, Dumbledore pointed toward the castle. "Let us join in for the victory celebration."

The Great Hall was all cheers as Harry stood in the doorway. A large feast had been provided by Dumbledore to distract them from everything that was happening in the corridor. The students were safe, but he knew they were going to be on their way home very soon. Dumbledore and the rest had come to the conclusion that Voldemort would bring the war to Hogwarts. It would no longer be safe after this attack. They would be safer at home with their parents and away from the situation that would turn bleak at a moment's notice.

"Ow, Poseidon!" Isis groaned in pain.

Harry noticed Poseidon roll his eyes as he turned to the commotion happening behind him. "If you stop squirming it wouldn't be that painful. The blood has finally stopped flowing and if you keep moving around like you are, you're going to reopen the wounds."

"Where is Fawkes when you need him?" she asked, looking around the abandoned corridor. "I wouldn't have to be dealing with this if he was around."

The casualties had been light inside as well as outside. Madam Pomfrey was tending to Pettigrew while Isis refused treatment. Dumbledore assured Harry that Remus would be better in a few days time. Poseidon had suffered only minor injures on top of the Astronomy Tower from a double attack by Death Eaters. The DA had come out on top with no injuries to speak of except for a few bruises here and there. Harry began to wonder if it would be the dreams, later on, that would be the worst of all. The attack was brutal but was only a show of what was to come.

Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed Hermione pacing back and forth. He slowly approached her. She had continued to hold the Heart in her hand, after Poseidon had taken care of Fenrir's body. It was almost as if she was afraid to let it go.

"Hermione," he began, "Are you alright?"

Hermione shook her head. "I just turned my back for a minute and when I turned back around…Ron was gone."

Isis glanced over, as did Poseidon. Poseidon helped her stand and walk over to both Hermione and Harry. Hermione had tears running down her cheeks as Harry tried to console her.

"I'm sure he's going to turn up," Harry reassured her. "He probably just went to go get something."

"We'll go find him, Hermione," Poseidon interjected. "Harry's probably right – he just went to get something from the dormitories."

Isis didn't say anything as she walked down the corridor with Poseidon. Harry continued to hold onto Hermione as she sobbed. He had a feeling that both Isis and Poseidon knew where Ron was. He was more afraid that Ron had finally broke. Both he and Hermione had special powers. He could relate to the feeling of what it felt like to be on the outside. Hopefully Isis and Poseidon would be able to help the situation.

Isis stepped out of the way as a cauldron blew through the doorway. Poseidon glanced her way as he peered from behind the door to the Potions classroom. Glass shattering and desks toppling over were just a few of the sounds that they could make out. Isis snapped her fingers and the entire classroom lit up. She noticed Ron sitting at the front of the classroom with an expression she had never seen on him. It was a mixture of anger and jealousy.

A book flew right passed her head and she chuckled as Poseidon groaned in pain.

"He's destroying my classroom, Isis," Poseidon muttered under his breath.

Isis merely held up a hand to silence Poseidon, as Ron finally met her gaze. "Hermione's looking for you, Ron."

"Let her," he said, angrily. "It's my turn to be angry and sad and everything else at the same time."

Poseidon swatted away another book as it flew at his head. "This is ridiculous. You are a fine wizard, Ron."

Ron laughed. "Tell that to the Boy-Who-Lived and the Judge that's standing in front of the Great Hall. I'm sure that they would think differently."

Isis began to notice a small cyclone forming behind Ron. She peered over at Poseidon and sighed when it appeared to be him causing it. As she stepped closer, getting a better look, she noticed that it wasn't a cyclone of water – similar to the one she had seen at Godric's Hollow. Instead it was a cyclone made of wind. Her eyes widened at the realization of what was going on.

"I mean, seriously," Ron continued, "Why can't I have a special power? Every Weasley seems to fall at the bottom of their class – although Fred and George seem to have their magic shop. Even Ginny can claim she's dating the Boy-Who-Lived. What do I have?"

Poseidon sat on the edge of a desk, keeping an eye out for any other flying objects that might come his way. "You have a lot of things, Ron. You need to accept who you are and make the best use of it."

He commented, "I'm a bumbling idiot. All of my friends can prove to be a help in the war. I don't even have a wand to call my own. Regulus took it when he disappeared into the darkness of Azkaban. I couldn't even save my girlfriend from a werewolf."

"Is that what all of this is about?" Poseidon questioned. "You feel like you couldn't save your girlfriend from a werewolf? Do you have any idea how strong Fenrir Greyback was? The only reason Hermione defeated him was because of the Heart."

The cyclone continued to grow bigger while Isis inched forward. The vials, cauldrons, and books on the shelves around Ron rattled from the force of the wind.

"I want to be strong!" Ron exclaimed. "I don't want to be the guy who gets left behind because he does nothing but screw up. I'm a bloody good chess player. I'm not great in my studies and I'm probably a lousy boyfriend, but I want to prove myself worthy of something. I want to show the Wizarding World that Ronald Weasley is no one to be trifled with."

Isis smiled broadly as the cyclone finished developing. Ron was oblivious to what was going on behind him. However, Isis wasn't.

"Ron," Isis began as she glanced over to see Poseidon finally noticing what was going on, "I think that you're a lot stronger than you perceive yourself to be."