He sat down and wrapped his arms around himself. How was he going to help his brother and his friends if he was stuck in this room? His chest felt tight and it was getting hard to breathe. Harry needed him... Harry needed him and he was here. Here and useless.
He breathing quickened as he imagined his brother, just limp or bruised and bloodied. His stomach was tight and he wanted to throw up. What if Harry was limp, bloodied, and bruised? He looked up and immediately regretted it. The whole room seemed to sway and tilt.
How could he help Harry now? He was sick and stuck in a room. He was utterly useless. He shoved his brother and friends into this and now they were facing Professor Quirrell alone and he was here. He was here and useless.
He gasped for air. Maybe if he could just breathe. If he could breathe, he could think. And if he could think, he could get the key. Then he could help Harry. Harry who was just off facing Professor Quirrell all alone.
No, he couldn't think like that. Hermione and Ron were with him... with Harry and not him. Not his brother.
"Greyson!" Hermione's loud voice and shaking startled him.
"Hermione!" Greyson cried, throwing his arms around her. He felt his face all gross and blotchy from crying. Crying he didn't even know he had been doing. He pulled away to grab his brother.
He blinked as that icy feeling made its way into his chest. "Where's Harry?" he asked, panicked.
"He went to face Snape alone," she said.
"It's not Snape," Greyson told her. "It's Quirrell. Snape caught me in the halls."
"What?" She gasped, covering her mouth, before shaking her head. "I need your help." He blinked as he realized Ron was the limp, bloody, and bruised one of the group. "He... he sacrificed himself so we could win McGonagall's chess match."
"I'll help you bring him out of the room," Greyson said. "Then I have to go get Harry... He shouldn't face Quirrell alone." Hermione nodded.
"You're right," she said. He grabbed one of Ron's arms. Together they lugged Ron's unconscious body out of the room and to the devil's snare.
"Lumos maxima," He said, making the snare shrivel up. Now for the hard part, getting Ron out of here. He struggled for a minute with the other boy's large weight.
"Wait," Hermione said, pulling out her wand. "Gravitas penna." He instantly felt Ron lighten.
"I forgot about that one," Greyson said.
"It's alright," Hermione said, flashing a smile that showed mostly teeth. Between the two of them, they managed to pull Ron out of the room and had him just outside Fluffy, Rascal, and Coal's room, who were much more peaceful this time.
"Go get McGonagall and Dumbledore. I'm going back for Harry," Greyson said.
"Professor Snape's challenge only had enough of the potion for one," She said.
"But... but Harry," Greyson said, pained.
"He went to face Quirrell, I know he had to," Hermione said.
"You let him go in alone?" Greyson half yelled with worry. "I'll go down there. I'll figure it out." He left before Hermione could tell him anything and made his way through the rooms.
Eventually, he made it to the last one where there were walls of flames on both sides with a table of cups in the middle. He nodded, these must be the potions Hermione was talking about. He read and reread the parchment and realized Hermione was right. In his worry for Harry, he rushed in and couldn't save him. All he could do was take the potion Hermione did and exit the room to go get the professors and the headmaster.
He blinked as the flames were extinguished, opening the way up to where the stone and, more importantly, Harry was. He took in the scene before him. Harry was passed out on the ground, limp with a couple of bloody scratches. And what was left of Professor Quirrell, was a pile of crumbling ash. Greyson had no idea how Harry managed to take on Quirrell and destroy him like that, but all he cared was that Harry was safe or mostly.
He rushed over to his brother and started running his hands over his arms. "Harry," he cried. He shouldn't have left his brother, but he had to...
"A lot has happened here," the headmaster's voice said. Greyson forced himself to look away from Harry.
"Professor, we need to get him to the infirmary," Greyson said. "He doesn't seem to have any broken bones."
"Of course," Professor Dumbledore agreed. "Professor Snape, Professor McGonagall, help get Misters Potter to the infirmary." The two gathered Harry in their arms and Greyson followed closely behind. He was not letting Harry out of his sights again.