Harry let the Floo die and ran as fast as he could for the main house, his heart trembling in his chest from a mixture of fear, anger and anticipation. He wasn't surprised to find Sirius, Regulus and Gaius standing together, looking grim.
"Voldemort's using his fucking calling card again, yeah? Snape contacted Professor McGonagall, who's gathering the rest of us. Where do we go, Reg? I know you can lead us there." Stepping forward, Harry put a hand on his friend's left forearm, the one he knew would be hurting. "You don't have to stay, though. I wouldn't ask you to."
He gave Sirius a lingering look, pushing down the panic that brought on, and then turned his stance to encompass Gaius as well. "I really don't want any of you to come. I'd rather take his head off again and be done with it. But I know I can't stop you."
And I don't think I can do it alone. Not this time.