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The pain was unbearable. He could feel the venom as it flowed through his veins, searing everything in its path. He couldn't even scream. It slowly, agonisingly crawled throughout his twelve-year-old body.

The tooth was still embedded in his arm. So with great effort, he sat up and gripped the part he could reach. He tried not to focus too much on the blood that was slowly trickling out of the limb. Or the venom that slowly ate through it.

With a great tug, he ripped the Basilisk tooth out with a squelch. The excess blood attached to it sprayed out to splatter on the ground in front of him. It almost looked beautiful in a rather dark way. The blood in the leftover wound flew faster in small gushes, painting his arm red.

Tom was still talking, taunting him of how the Mighty Harry Potter had fallen. He didn't pay much mind to what he was saying, choosing to focus on staying awake and not passing out from the pain.

Something black at the corner of his eye caught his attention.

It was the Diary.

He had to destroy it.

It was powering Tom. Making him slowly more, real. No longer a memory. And it was draining Ginny's life. Slowly killing her. He had to destroy it. If not for himself then for Ron's sister. He knew he wouldn't last long.

Slowly, while Tom had looked away to look at the Basilisk that lay dead, he crawled toward the cursed book. Each movement was like being stabbed by knives.

Just a little further…

He reached it just as Tom turned around. The memory's eyes widened. He jumped towards where Harry sat with fang in hand.

"NO!"

Harry stabbed the diary with a grunt and Tom screamed within an inch of Harry.

Once. Ink splattered his hands.

Twice. The edges of his vision were turning black.

Three times, he stabbed it.

With a scream, Tom exploded in angry flames. He was no more. The only thing left was a Diary covered in black-red ink and the steaming venom from the Basilisk fang.

Harry sank back to the ground, eyes looking to Ginny to see if she was okay. Colour was returning to her face and she was breathing normally.

That's good…

A warble was heard. Weakly, he turned his head to look at the source. Standing there looking mournful was Fawkes. He smiled.

"Hullo, Fawkes…"

The Phoenix cooed mournfully as it hopped forward. Weakly, he raised his hand, softly patting Fawkes on the beak.

"Sorry, Fawkes. It seems like I won't make it…" The Bird began to cry. With a hiss, it impacted with the hole in his arm and slowly, far too slowly, it began to heal. Skin knitting back together, leaving a puckered scar behind. It was too slow. A tear slid down Harry's face.

"It won't work Fawkes. It's too late for me." He smiled again. "You did a wonderful job." He could feel the burning spreading out through his body. Taking its time before it reached his heart.

He moved his head to look at the red-headed girl again.

"Do you think you could take care of her?" He looked at Fawkes again. "Bring her to the healer?" His voice croaked, as he struggled to stay awake.

"She'll need it after the experience."

It sang a short note, an acknowledgement, but a refusal to leave Harry to die. The wound closed with a small hiss, the venom counteracting the Phoenix's tears. Fawkes turned, seeming to sense where the rest of the poison was. With another small hop, it bent over Harry's eyes, crying big drops as it went.

Fawkes continued his work, so intent on saving this childe, who had worked so hard to save a stranger. This child who wanted nothing to do with the scary things, but would still brave it to save his friends. To defend his only home.

He knew what the Scarred One had gone through. The life he lived. And he hated that he couldn't do anything about it. His Friend had forbidden him. Refused to believe the hardships that no child should ever go through had happened.

When he first saw the child, he had noticed the angry spirit that screamed from its prison. He couldn't do anything about it, his Friend-Not-Friend having told him not to. He had agreed if only because he thought his Friend-Not-Friend would do something. But he did nothing. Not-Friend had sent away the Scarred One to the Mean-Ones and Spoiled-Child.

Fawkes himself could not do anything. Had he tried, then he was sure Not-Friend would have done something with Evermore's Wand. Then, he would never be able to at the very least watch over Scarred One. And so the moment the Scarred one entered into Hogwarts' embrace, he watched.

He watched as he warred through school and the Dark Knight's workings. He worried as he braved the traps and Hell's pup. He had almost interfered as Scarred One went against the main source of the angry spirit. Of the Teacher-Not-Teacher. He watched as the days continued on through another Days-Of-Heat and towards where he was ridiculed and feared for being Slytherin's Prince.

(It was true, yes, but for a different reason. Slytherin would have truly never done this to poor King.)

But now he had his chance. He couldn't do anything against it, but the King's Poison could. All he had to do was make sure Warrior-Child didn't die.

Harry couldn't talk anymore. Everything hurt. His vision was getting even more blurry.

A scream was heard and his forehead burned.

Harry James Potter exploded in flames.

The immortal creature continued to cry.

Letthecountdownbegin

It happened within minutes.

1

He felt it. A warmth the likes he never felt before. A burning flame that was his combining with the warmhomewelcomehellowelcomewarmHOME.

2

The pacifier shattered and reformed, turning into Rock. The infant curse was gone.

(Elsewhere a man wearing a green kimono, glasses and messy hair, eating ramen, snapped his head up. He smiled.

Finally.

It's been long enough.)

3

He was consumed. Bursts of yellow flame sparked around him. Surrounding him as it danced happily, over the bond that had formed. A bond that formed with a Sky. Tears filled his eyes as he struggled to contain the joy he felt.

He was finally home.

Theyalwaysburnbrightestfree

Something was going to happen. He didn't know what but his Instinct told him that it would involve Reborn. That he should be prepared for something. It wasn't bad, that much he knew. He only knew to be prepared.

What he wasn't expecting was for Reborn to burst up in flames almost burning everything but the pacifier to ashes. It had turned to stone instead.

He was told by Reborn, after everything that had happened, that the hitman's Sun flames were so strong that it could easily overpower someone without direction. If he let it go.

And because of that, it was too strong for all the Sky's in the world.

Until now.

Brightandburningthestrongestyetweakest

They felt it. A crack in the curse that shattered it. It was over! Their flame washed over them as they basked in its power. It had been so long.

They sensed it then. Something they never thought they'd be able to feel again.

They found their Sky.

They smiled. A true happy smile. Instantly the Flames disappeared, control finally in their hands. It was time to go searching. They left, leaving a stone pacifier on the ground of the Varia base.

"I'm not letting you go again."

HahaThey'reformingandbreakingandfinding

He almost tripped on top of Lal when the curse broke. They had been on their way to the training grounds on Mafia land. He had been pestering her, and she was punching him.

It burst with a great snap. And their Flame overflowed, sending everyone in the vicinity to fall asleep except them. The pacifier around their neck fell to the ground, stone. Shocked eyes turned to face each other as they registered what happened.

"D-did that just happen, Kora?"

A grim smile.

"Do you think-?"

They nodded. With that, they went their ways to find out what the hell just happened. Leaving the snoring men on the ground.

What'snext?what'snext?thehurricanesjustbegun

He had been lucky, really. It was a good thing he wasn't near any of the more, flame-sensitive experiments. He had finally thought to take a break and walk around the area outside. His companion had gone off hunting, searching for ways to entertain itself.

He himself had decided to simply look around for a few minutes then go back inside to continue his latest project. It was another theory to test out and he just might be able to get some headway into the Curse.

He would realise that he didn't really need to anymore.

Far off in Bogor, Indonesia, people would speak of a mysterious lightning storm suddenly appearing above the Volcano. Thunderstorms were common. What got the people whispering was that it was an oddly coloured green.

When investigated they would find a torn up area that was burned from the lightning. An oddly shaped rock was found in the middle of the clearing.

No one knows of the cause.

StrongestwhentogetherwithaSky

In China, a building that was suspected of holding the Triads, went down in burning red flames.

Flamesofcolorofundyingwillburnstrong

In Italy, the Carcassa Famiglia known for drug trafficking, other bad activities and not particularly being liked by other famiglias had disappeared in one night. The only evidence was a pile of ashes and a few spots of blood.

Onemoreonemoreonemoreonemoreonem-

She had almost lost hope. Had simply been waiting for her death. Her heart was heavy with what she would do to her unborn child. Until today.

She had seen it crack, out of the corner of her eye, she Saw. What she Saw, she Spoke.

The Curse will be broken by the strength of the Sky.

The Dark soul inside shall linger and ail.

Where Magic will shackle, Flame shall prevail.

The Curse shall be broken by the strength of the Sky

When all unite and the Scar revealed

May the Sun guide, May the Mists protect

May the Rains roar, May the Clouds grow

May the Storm anger, May the Lightning strike

From Magic and Death to Flames and Life

When all unite and the Scar revealed

May the Sky Live

And she cried tears of joy as the pacifier around her neck crumbled.

They found their Sky.

She thanked whatever gods there was for this gift of the new young Sky.

Her own Guardians, the ones she had long before the Event that started it all. Her Elements. They felt it. And they burst into her room, worried for her tears and yet exhilarated.

Their Sky was free!

She turned to smile at them, happy and gentle, no longer holding a heavy burden. Slowly, she composed herself, so she could think clearly.

With a breath, she said, "We must find the one who helped us."

She looked at each of her Guardians, who immediately stood to attention. Her smile disappeared.

"He needs our help."

And her Flames Grew.

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TheFightsjustbegun

Chapter 1: End