Hello, my dears! My first quarter of Senior year equals complete success! (Well, besides losing our Homecoming game and losing our pre-playoff game in the last 19 seconds to a bad call.) (Then again, we beat our rivals for the first time in 8 years and had a pre-playoff game for the first time in 16 years.)

Top 10%, here I come!

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, but I OWNED my physics class, haha!

Fiendfyre

Leigh Ann Nelson
February 1, 1996, 4:32 P.M.
Medical Potions and Remedies

You'd think by now, I'd be a quivering mass of patheticness on the floor, crying for my lost love who broke my heart into one hundred million tiny pieces. And you know what, for a few seconds, I was that little quivering mass that sobbed and cried. But then I started throwing things, and that made me feel better. I went out to the shooting range and took some heads off of some poor, defenseless training dummies. That made me feel better, too.

Still, I'd sit in class and my mind would drift to that wonderful morning after I'd woken up. I'd rolled over, expecting to wrap my arm around Viktor, and...he wasn't there. I should have been expecting it, but my heart still felt like it was ripping in half.

Pah, Grindelwald, I thought as I picked at my pencil over my last period Medical Potions and Remedies review sheet. Screw you, Grindelwald. I wished that I could put some kind of tracker on Viktor and follow him out there, follow him out and kick his ass, then destroy Grindelwald's secret army and finally marry the man I loved.

If he disappeared on me again, though, I didn't know if I could love him for too much longer.

I put my pencil down and gave up on trying to concentrate for my test the next day. My mind was going one hundred miles a minute and I couldn't think about anything but war and sadness. I started thinking about Harry, Hermione, Ron, Fred and George...all of them were dealing with Voldemort in England. It'd been two months since I'd heard back from any of them, so something had to have been wrong.

And then there was America's problem—America was coming down with The War as well.

Or at least that was what I thought. Some of the students in the Academy were becoming secretive, or maybe they always had been. I'd seen too many things in my life to be sure, but I knew that something was going wrong. I'd heard things, and I kept having the nightmare about my kidnapping. Something was very, very wrong.

The bell was about to ring, so I started packing up. That was when the hair on the back of my neck stood up. I knew that something wasn't right, and so I stood up, ready to investigate. The Professor, Doctor Samantha Swells, seemed to notice too, and she and I moved to get a better view of outside.

Screams rang through the hallways, and I started running, drawing my wand out. I was in the hallway right as the fire started erupting from other classrooms. Hooded figures in white cloaks were riding on broomsticks—is that my broomstick?—through the fire, laughing maniacally and conjuring anything at the people who were either running or trying to fight the fire.

"Aqua Eructo!" The jet of water exploded from my wand, and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't put out the fire.

"Leigh Ann!" Doctor Swells cried, "its Fiendfyre!" One of the ghouls flew by and grabbed at the bun on top of her head, dragging her to the floor. She almost was pulled into the feindfyre, but I hexed the white-garbed person into next week.

"I know," I breathed, looking around, begging to see someone I knew who could help. The one person I'd momentarily forgot about popped into my mind. "Viktor! Where's Professor Krum?"

"Not here," Swells growled, standing back to back with me, shooting hexes away from small children who were running out of their First Year Potions class. Together, we created a small tunnel of Fiendfyre to let the smaller children out. "He's out working on something."

Like always.

My heart was pounding in my chest as Sam and I got rid of the last of the flying characters. I hadn't worked with Fiendfyre since Fourth Year, and then in Fifth we'd mastered it. (Well, mostly, as we'd been over in Britain during that time, and they kind of looked down upon Fiendfyre. It was alright, in the correct hands.) It was starting to get hot in the brick building, the rooms heating up like kilns.

"Everybody OUT!" I exclaimed, grinding my teeth together. By this time more teachers outside, trying to put the fire out. It only kept getting bigger. We were slowly being pushed out of the one-hundred-year-old building. I knew that it would have to be sacrificed.

"My building," I heard Doctor Swells sob, and I wanted to reach out and put my arm around her, but I was too busy trying to keep the fire from spreading any further, out to the other buildings, and to make sure that no more kids were inside.

I heard a cry from inside one of the rooms and my heart stopped. I turned to the Doctor, "Get out of here!"

"You had better be right behind me, Nelson," she said, leading out the second to last child, her blue eyes blazing into mine.

"We'll see," I murmured, following the sound of the child crying. I ran past Medical Potions and Remedies and Potions, almost to the Herbology greenhouses in the back portion of the building, when I heard the crying right next to me. Sweat was dripping into my eyes and my clothes were plastered to my skin. I thanked God that I'd worn my thick-soled boots as I walked into the room, searching through the smoke to find the small child.

Instantly, the door behind my back slammed shut and locked from the outside, and the crying sound I'd heard turned into evil, maniacal laughter. I felt the blood drain from my face, but I stiffened my wand arm and looked around, trying to see through the smoke and the fire that threatened to consume me.

"Are you lonesome tonight?" a voice asked as a piercing pain entered my mind, "Do you miss me tonight?" I fell to the ground, clutching my head, trying to keep from letting them into my head. The pain just grew more intense. I could no longer keep the fire at bay, either, and it was inching closer. A face appeared in the fire, looking at me with eyes that loved the pain I was in. "Are you sorry we drifted apart, Leigh Ann?"

"Get out of my head!" I screamed, tears falling from my eyes. It was so intense that I fell to the floor, clutching my head between my hands, my wand against my temple as I tried to block the voice out.

The voice cackled, some kind of sick, bone-rattling sound that made my insides cold. "We know everything about you, Leigh Ann. We found all of that the last time we had you."

I couldn't let the panic get to me. Somehow, I had to shut down all of my emotions, but I was in so much pain. "Leave me alone!" They know about Viktor. How? I've been blocking them out!

"Love me tender, love me true," it started singing in that raspy voice, the fire licking at my hands that were now on the ground, but I finally pushed them out and stood up, my wand shaking as I glared at the fire in fury.

"No! Get the hell out of my school!" I shot curses into the fire, pushing it back slightly. It had nothing to burn in the room any longer except me. "This is over."

"Over?" the voice asked, suddenly gaining what sounded like one hundred more behind the dusty voice that was already there. "My dear Leigh Ann...this has only just begun!"

"Fuck. You."

Right at that moment, right before I was about to send all of my energy and magic into that fire, a beam fell from the ceiling with a good dose of Fiendfyre on it. I attempted to jump out of the way, but a body flew into mine and pushed me up against the hot stone wall. I recognized the long, hard male body and the grizzly cheek of my own fiance, Viktor Krum. He pinned me against the wall, yelling what I knew to be curses in Bulgarian. "Vhat are you doing in here?"

I snatched my arms from his hands, shoving him backwards. "I could ask you the same question," I growled, reaching down to snatch up my wand. My entire body was shaking, thinking about how the KKK knew about Viktor. They can do whatever they want to me, but if they hurt him... "They trapped me in here, and I'm trying to stop this."

"There is no stopping this," he growled, grabbing my arm. I took my time to look at him now, and I noticed that his hair was long enough to be perfectly curly, his beard scruffy. Large bags were under his eyes and a large welt was under his jaw, disappearing below his shirt. He was wearing simple robes that seemed to blend in to everything. "Now out of here before you are hurt!"

I bit my lip, feeling slightly nauseous from the smoke, and pushed him away from me. Better now than if they find him. "Don't you dare touch me, Viktor." His surprised look was matched with one of urgency and agony.

"Lieutenant, get your ass out of there!" I heard from outside, but I was going to speak my mind.

"Viktor, I know what you're doing up there, fighting for your country, for your family, but I want to be your family. You left me standing there, in your childhood home with everyone looking at me with spite. I held my head high, then. You left me lying in a bed after you made love to me. That almost broke me. So I want to know where the hell you've been."

"Leahn, ve moost—"

"I'm so sick of this, Viktor! I love you, God help me, but I do. Tell me, please."

"Leahn! I am—"

"TELL ME!"

He stared at me for a moment, his eyes hard, distant. My scream had been desperate, raw, and it had held ever single emotion that was threatening to boil out from inside of me. I had been so close to dying before, when they'd kidnapped me. I was almost consumed by fiendfyre before he'd fond me once more. I needed to know this.

He set his jaw and looked to the ground, leaning forwards to gently place a kiss on my forehead. "Meet in my chambers after all of this is over vith."

I felt anger bursting inside of me as the fire surrounded us. "No. You will meet on my terms or we won't meet at all." He gritted his teeth, a vein popping out of his neck, and nodded stiffly. "Good. Meet in my room at twenty-one-hundred hours tonight. You're going to tell me what the hell is so important, or I'm going to figure it out myself."

He didn't say anything, he only grabbed me and pulled me close to his body, and then it felt like I was being pulled through a small tube, and we were outside of the school, my face pressed into a very familiar chest.

I pulled myself away, looking up in to his haggered face, and my hormones went into overdrive. I wanted to wrap my arms around his neck, lean up, and kiss that look off of his face, the one that was upset, the one that looked as if he would grasp my head and thrust his lips onto mine anyways. But I was pulled out of that wanting when two hands were on my back, and Doctor Swells was pulling me back to her, running her hands over me, her wand, and mumbling words that I didn't understand.

Doctor Swells knelt beside me. "I should beat you, Leigh Ann! I don't care what sense of pride you have—"

"Doctor, I—"

"—but you should know better than to stay inside a building full of Fiendfyre!"

"—Doc, I had it under control—OW!"

"Stupid, stupid girl!"

I had to sit there and bear it as she took off my clothing, trying to help me, and I didn't even get any privacy. (At least I was left in the shorts I'd had on under my skirt and my tank-top.) Viktor stood there, his arms crossed over his chest as he glared down at my position on the burned grass. The remnants of the east wing of the school were in front of us, burning to the ground completely. A group of teachers and Officers were surrounding it, using a protective shield to keep it in one area.

I gasped as the doctor put a special cream on my arm, and then I gave a low groan as it started burning. "God, Doc! Give a girl a break, that burns!"

"You deserve it, you little over-protective, self-destructive, stupid, stupid girl!" she growled, rubbing more of the cream on my burned arms. I wished I'd been wearing long-sleeves and pants instead of my short-sleeved uniform and my skirt. At least they would have given me more protection. I had to hold in a gasp of pain as she used her wand to try and heal me. Leah Sampson was helping too, and between the two, Viktor couldn't get at me to help.

I knew that he was upset with me for having risked my life in there, but that was my job. It wasn't up to him if I wanted to go into a burning building and save children. It wasn't up to him if I wanted to do anything.

He'd left me twice, and I deserved to know why.

I am sorry it is not very long, lovlies.