Saved by the Boy

The fires around the room had dimmed to bare inch flames, crackling in their troughs, when they found the boy. He lay sprawled across the steps, at first appearing dead with all the blood around.
But as they approached, they saw that he still breathed. Breathed, where others did not. Mounds of clothes surrounded him, covered in ash, with no sign of bodies.
Only he, remained. But how? What had been done?
The old man knelt by the boy, examining the red stone held tightly in his hand.
"It's safe." He said, just audible to the others. "He saved it." The stone that could have ruined everything if it had fallen into the wrong hands. Saved. By a boy. A boy that no one had looked twice at. Who many had believed would fail if brought into such a challenge. This boy, had stepped up to that challenge, and won.
"Get him to the medical suite. He needs attention." The old man said, pocketing the red stone. It would need to be put in a safer spot to ensure this didn't happen again.

-Inspiration from watching Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone