Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter...nor do I own the Flash.
Chapter Four:
Harrison was very glad that he had already spent his entire adult life surrounded by No-Maj's. Of course he still practiced magic—it was an extension of himself. If he did not use his magic, it would be like someone having a perfectly working arm and not using it. The good thing about living around No-Maj's constantly was that it taught him how to hide his powers very effectively.
When he was staying in his apartment, he was alone. Other than the maid or landlady popping in, he saw nothing but his home sized lab and his science experiments. In STAR Labs, however, this was not the case. Cisco and Caitlin showed up in the room he was sleeping in at the most random times to ask him questions. Then there were the moments when he was in STAR Labs all by himself and suddenly the Flash came zooming in to help save people around the city, at which point Cisco and Caitlin would show up and give him moral pep-talks over his com system.
Finally, there was the older version of himself. He was very distant and somehow managed to get around in that wheelchair without making a single sound—aka, he popped out of nowhere and it freaked the hell out of Harrison. The man was also slightly unnerving because every time they were in a room together, the Wells that belonged in that timeline always stared at Harrison as though he was trying to dissect him with his eyes—to see his past and determine where he was truly from. Harrison had never expected he would ever think a sentence such as this, but he creeped himself out—no doubt about it.
For this reason, Harrison stayed away from his future self.
Now the young man knew he was supposed to stay within STAR Labs. If anyone saw him walking, when the present Dr. Wells was paralyzed, he could only imagine that it would not end well. Besides that, what would he say if someone struck up a conversation with him? That he was not the current Wells and had no idea what was going on? It just seemed easier to stay hidden. Nevertheless, Harrison needed to make a trip into the Wizarding World—he almost wondered if he had gotten there by magical means. In that case, science would not help him figure out what was going on.
The young man had already begun compiling scientific theory books on time travel and multiple dimensions, but sadly there was not a lot of work done on those subjects—and none that was proven for certain. The closest man that would be able to help him that he had found was Professor Martin Stein—who had been missing for over nine months.
On the other hand, Harrison knew for a fact that there were multiple teams of "Scholars" in the Wizarding World that were investigating more on time travel past time-turners. Word was that a time-turner had been invented that could turn back time further than a few hours. So, Harrison decided it was time to re-emerge in the Wizarding World. Since he isolated himself from them twenty years before in this timeline, Harrison figured it probably would not hurt if anyone saw him there. Early one morning, Harrison left STAR Labs before the others arrived and went into a back alley that was deserted. There, he turned on his heels and disappeared with a CRACK!
…
It was mid-October in New York City; it was only slightly nippy. Some New Yorkers were walking around in plain long sleeves while others wore thick jackets to protect them from the winds that blew dry leaves across the street. Amidst the hustle and bustle of everyday life, one man blended into the crowd and walked unnoticed. Whereas in Central City, he would have immediately been recognized, here Dr. Harrison Wells was like a ghost.
The young man navigated his way through the city, heading for Chinatown. There, he walked around, looking at the windows of shops, until he reached Doyers Street. The messy haired man walked down the sidewalk, reaching a very sharp bend in the road. There, between two shops, was where he was headed—it was the entrance to Perrantes Alley, a small alcove at the front of which hung a sign that read "Perrantes Alley". The entire little alleyway, sign and all, had charms on them to where only magical beings would be able to notice it at all.
However, when Harrison came to a halt at the junction where the entrance should have been, there was nothing. No alcove—no sign. People still passed around him, taking no notice of the man that stood before the threshold of a world that should have been there. Was the entrance blocked? Destroyed? Had they moved it?
Desperate, Harrison quickly cast a disillusionment charm on himself and then turned to the wall where the two shops met. He held his wand out, canvassing the entire wall, searching for magical residue. Perhaps if he figured out what happened to the entrance, he would be able to find the new one. Yet when he finished his scanning spells, they revealed nothing. There was no magical residue of any sorts on that wall.
"This isn't right," Harrison whispered to himself. Theoretically, even if the entrance had moved, it should still contain very high levels of magical residue. "No," he whispered, stunned and confused. Then, he slammed his fists on the wall and roared, "No!"
Thinking fast, he disapparated once more, reappearing in Belmont, Nevada. This was a supposed ghost-town full of wizarding houses warded against No-Maj's. Inside an old saloon was an entrance to another alley, the Western Alley. Harrison, having apparated directly to the saloon, walked inside and looked around. Once again, there was no entrance—no trace of magic.
"They can't have closed or moved two alleys," Harrison muttered, his eyebrows drawn together. Ready to try one last attempt, Harrison pulled a tissue out of his pocket, muttering, "Portus."
The tissue glowed, and then the young man disappeared, reappearing in London. He ran to where the Leaky Cauldron should have been located—only to find that it too was missing.
"They're all gone," he breathed.
Either the Wizarding World was completely eradicated within the past twenty years, or something more was going on than he had initially realized.
…
"Where have you been?"
Harrison, who had just returned to STAR Labs and was walking through the main room, stopped and turned to see Dr. Wells looked at him. He was sitting in his wheelchair in front of a chess table. Harrison sighed and ran his hands through his hair. Then, he staggered back slightly as a blur sped in front of him and Barry came to a halt in front of the table.
"Nowhere," he replied.
Barry sped off again to continue playing ping pong with Cisco.
"I thought I made it clear that you cannot leave STAR Labs!" his older self said quietly. Harrison turned to see Barry speed over to take his turn in his game of Operation with Caitlin, bantering with her, before speeding back to the ping pong table. "Now let me ask again. Where were you?"
"Gathering information," Harrison replied. "Trying to find out more about how I got here. Trust me, no one saw me, if that's what you are worried about."
Barry ran back over to the chess table and Harrison stepped out of the way again.
"I'm waiting on you, Dr. Wells," Barry grinned.
"What is the point to all this?" Harrison asked with curiosity, gesturing to the four of them.
"To have fun!" Barry exclaimed, playing ping pong once more while Dr. Wells had his turn.
"And to test his ability at multitasking," Dr. Wells corrected, contemplating his move.
With that, Barry made a hit at the ping pong ball, sped over to remove another object from the Operation board, and then sped back.
"Checkmate," Dr. Wells called.
In an instant, Barry was standing over the board, saying, "Wait, checkmate?"
"Checkmate," his mentor confirmed. "It seems we still have a few things left to learn, don't we, Mr. Allen?"
Cisco returned the ping pong ball while Barry was distracted, and then turned to Caitlin to smirk at Dr. Well's remark. Then, he caught sight of the screen beside him and turned to Barry, calling, "Armed robbery at Fourth and Kolins!"
"For the record, I killed it at Operation and Ping Pong," Barry stated before disappearing in a flash.
"Is it always like this around him?" Harrison asked, walking up to Cisco.
Cisco smiled. "Still not used to him speeding off, huh?"
Harrison shook his head. He followed Cisco and Caitlin who moved to where the desk full of computers sat. Dr. Wells rolled up and joined them.
"Where's the nearest hospital?" came Barry's voice over the com system.
"St. Andrews," Caitlin replied after a bit of quick typing. "Seven blocks north, two east."
"Call them and tell them they have an incoming GSW!"
They watched the trackers on the suit run up to the hospital and then run back. Barry came in and dropped off the suit before running off again. Caitlin let out a sigh of relief and Cisco stood up.
"So this is what you guys do?" Harrison asked, looking at Dr. Wells. "Save people?"
…
The next morning Harrison lay in bed contemplating what he saw the day before—all of the places where witches and wizards came together in one place. While he did so, he was making his pen float around in front of him. One thing he had enjoyed working on in school was wordless, wandless magic. It was something that had felt new to him—something challenging. It was the sort of skill that one had to practice every day in order to keep up the power levels to perform it. It calmed him, feeling his magic rush through his body, extending out through his mind and touching the world around him.
"Hey, Harrison!" Harrison quickly grabbed the pen in his hand, just in time for Cisco to walk in. "You busy?"
"Kind of," Harrison replied, still staring up at the ceiling.
"…You're just laying on your bed," Cisco laughed.
"I'm thinking," the messy-haired man replied.
"Yeah, about that," Cisco said, knowing that Harrison would be thinking of his predicament. "I was wondering if we could talk. I have an idea."
Harrison sat up.
"Yeah, I see why he likes you," he said, referring to his counterpart. "You're very smart."
"I'll take that as a yes," the long-haired fellow muttered, leading Harrison out of the room and into his station where he performed most of his work. As he did so, he continued, "So I was reading a Dr. Martin Stein's theses on time travel, and it mentioned something about how if you can reach terminal velocity, you could theoretically rip a hole in time. It got me thinking—you know with Barry's speed and all—maybe we could somehow make a machine that essentially does the same thing."
"A time machine?" Harrison's eyebrows rose by at least an inch.
"Well, yeah," Cisco said.
"How would it work?"
"Yeah, I'm not quite sure about that yet," the gadget-guy replied. Harrison looked very ticked off. "—but I was thinking between you, me, and Dr. Wells we could think of something. Any ideas?"
"Hm," Harrison hummed, putting his hand up to his chin thoughtfully. How could they get a machine to reach a speed of terminal velocity? Could they somehow power it with the Flash's speed?
Suddenly, his train of thoughts was interrupted by voices to their left. He and Cisco popped their heads out to see Barry leading some strange woman around.
"And this is where we monitor criminal activity," he was saying. "The CTC scanners can track anything that's happening in this city. Check this out: We've got our own satellite."
Cisco walked over to where Caitlin was standing in the room and Harrison followed.
"I know," the blonde girl replied. "I've hacked into it from time to time."
"Rude," Cisco muttered.
"It is, of course, so wonderful to see you, Felicity," Caitlin said, walking forward. "I'm just wondering how much of our operations she should know about."
"I'm really good at keeping secrets," Felicity said, her earrings swaying as she did so.
"She works with the Arrow," Barry explained with a smile.
"Sweet!" Cisco explained.
"And you are not," Felicity muttered, continuing her line about secrets.
"I'm sorry, but who is this?" Harrison asked, stepping forward.
"Oh, Harrison, this is Felicity Smoak," Barry clarified. "I met her in Starling City."
"Right," Harrison muttered. "Because we are in Central City."
"Harrison Wells?" Felicity asked, staring at him like one would stare at their favorite celebrity. "The Harrison Wells?"
Harrison froze, another voice echoing in his mind "Harry Potter? The Harry Potter?" He shook his head and the thoughts cleared away as a voice said, "Actually, I'm the one you would be looking for, Miss Smoak."
They all jumped and turned to see Dr. Wells sitting in the doorway.
"There's two of them?" Felicity gaped, turning from Dr. Wells, back to Harrison, and then over to Dr. Wells again.
"Yes," Dr. Wells replied. "Two of us. Another secret I hope you don't mind keeping, Felicity."
"You know who I am?"
As Dr. Wells rolled towards them, he said, "Ranked second in the National Informative Technology Competition at age 19. Graduated from MIT with degrees in cyber-technology and computer sciences. I know who you are." He came to a halt just before them. "I keep an eye out for promising talent in scientific fields. That's what brought me Cisco and Caitlin, and I foresaw," he smiled at her and took off his glasses, "great things from you."
"Speaking of great things," Barry said. "Wanna see something cool?"
…
While the dream team and Felicity Smoak were discussing how Barry was adjusting to becoming the Flash, Harrison slunk off back to his bedroom, pulling out his enormous books on time travel. With a flick of his wrist, the pages started turning themselves for him as he scanned each one of them.
It seemed that while the other him was afraid that he would go out and get spotted, the young man didn't even have to leave the building for that to happen. Harrison snorted, vowing to himself that when he built STAR Labs, he would build it with way better security. The fact that so many unauthorized people could waltz in and out regularly was laughable. At least this time it wasn't anyone who could do harm—just another person on their side.
But what side was he on? Strictly speaking, he was on the side of science. His experiments and Tess were all that mattered to him. Why fix the world's problems one by one when you can come up with a scientific cure that canvasses all of them? He would rather spend his days in a lab forming the future instead of out there every day risking his own life for people that weren't even worth it.
That was not what Barry and his friends thought. They thought that every single thing they did counted for something. But did it really? Harrison shook his head. He knew that his counterpart only played along because it made Barry happy. Otherwise, he was sure that he would be much happier researching what was happening to Barry, and forming cures, and new laws and equations…
Harrison shut the book. He was too distracted to read at the moment. He made his way out of his room and up to where Caitlin sat at a computer, going over files on Barry.
"Can I ask you something?" he asked.
Caitlin turned and looked at him.
"Oh, it's you," she said. "You sound just like our Dr. Wells."
"Well we are the same person," Harrison laughed.
He grabbed a chair and pulled it up.
"So what did you want to ask me?" Caitlin asked.
"Well," Harrison took off his glasses and looked down, rubbing them with his shirt. "I want to know why you guys all insist on fighting crime. I mean—" he glanced up. "Why do you do it? Personally."
"I really feel like I'm making a difference," she said. "You see—when the particle accelerator blew up, it sent out a wave of dark matter that essentially created all of the metahumans—including Barry. That was our fault. And helping catch them and rehabilitate them…it feels like I'm setting things straight."
Harrison glanced up at her again and nodded, looking back down at his glasses. He put them back on, muttering, "Thanks."
"Why did you ask?" Caitlin queried.
"Well," he hesitated again. "I understand wanting to help people—I want to help people too, I really do, I just…" he trailed off. "I don't know if I could ever be like you guys. I can't—I'm not really the best at social interactions, and…"
"Well you've seen Dr. Wells haven't you?" Caitlin asked. "He helps Barry so much—he's a part of our team. That will be you one day." Harrison nodded. "And if you want, you can be a part of our team for now—at least until we find a way to send you home."
The scientist nodded, getting to his feet.
"Thanks, again."
"Anytime," she replied, a sympathetic look in her eyes.
He got to his feet and turned to walk back to his room when a strangled yell met his ears. He turned and looked at Caitlin, who jumped to her feet.
"Guys?!" came Cisco's voice.
Without thinking, the two of them ran towards the sounds of Cisco's surprised shouts.
…
"How long has it been missing?" Dr. Wells asked Cisco.
They were standing in a storage room in the lower levels of STAR Labs. Before them was an empty cage where something had previously been stored. Standing in the doorway, watching, were Caitlin and Harrison.
"I don't know," Cisco said slowly, a look of terrified devastation on his face.
"I'm gonna ask you again, Cisco," Dr. Wells said quietly, "and when I do I expect a more specific answer than 'I don't know'. Now, how long has this weapon been gone?"
He rolled forward until he was hardly a foot away from Cisco.
"A day," Cisco guessed. "Maybe two. One of the janitors didn't show up for work this morning. He's probably the one that took it. I didn't think that—"
Dr. Wells slammed the padlocked door to the empty container shut, his eyes like icy daggers. Next to Harrison, Caitlin visibly jumped.
"You didn't think," he whispered. "Because if you had, you would have discussed with me first your desire to build something that could in theory hurt anyone, and in particular, Barry Allen!"
As he spoke, his voice continuously grew louder. Cisco stared straight ahead, his eyes full of tears. He looked much like a child would when their parent scolds them. His jaw was locked and although he looked upset, he also had a determined look in his eye.
"I'm sorry," he said slowly. "If you'd just let me explain—"
"You know how I feel about weapons, Cisco," Dr. Wells said, quieter again. "They do not belong in STAR Labs. Now, you are going to figure out a way to locate that gun and you are gonna do it right now."
Caitlin and Harrison stepped to the side as Dr. Wells rolled away, looking righteously angered. Cisco didn't move. He swallowed heavily and blinked the tears out of his eyes.
"This weapon," Caitlin started. "What exactly can it do?"
"Bad stuff," Cisco whispered.
"Come on," Harrison whispered, putting an arm around Cisco's shoulders and leading him out of the room. "We'll get it back."
Cisco swallowed again and nodded.
…
"Snart wasn't another metahuman," Barry explained, carefully lowering his shirt back over the giant whelp of frostbite in his side and walking around. "He had some sort of weapon. It froze things. It slowed me down. Enough that I wasn't in time to save someone."
"According to his records, Snart didn't even bother to finish high school," Felicity added. "So how did he build a hand-held, high tech snow machine?"
Caitlin looked over at Harrison, who looked at Cisco, who met Dr. Well's gaze.
"STAR Labs built the cold gun," Dr. Wells said coldly, looking down as he said it and then looking back up, fiddling with something in his hands.
"Dr. Wells and Caitlin had nothing to do with it," Cisco added. "I built the gun."
Barry stared at him. He glanced at Wells as if for confirmation, and then asked, "You did? Why?"
"Because speed and cold are opposites," Cisco explained. "Temperature is measured by how quickly the atoms of something are oscillating. The faster they are, the hotter it is. When things are cold, they're slower on the atomic level. When there's no movement at all, it's called—"
"Absolute zero," Barry finished for him.
"Yeah," Cisco affirmed. "I designed a compact cryo-engine to achieve absolute zero. I built it to stop you. I-I-I didn't know who you were then, Barry. I-I mean, what if you had turned out like Martin? Or Nimbus?"
"But I didn't, did I?" Barry shouted.
"We built the entire structure you're standing in to do good," Caitlin tried to explain, "and it blew up. In the wake of that, you can understand why Cisco would want to be prepared for the worst."
"I can understand that, but what I can't understand is why you didn't tell me sooner? I mean, after all we've been through? I thought you trusted me! I thought we were friends."
"We are, Barry—"
"—if you had just told me I could've been prepared. But instead someone died tonight."
"I know," Cisco pleaded. "And I'm gonna have to live with that for the rest of my life."
"No, Cisco. We all do."
And with that he stormed out of the room.
…
"I figured out a way to trap Captain Cold," Cisco announced as he entered the room.
"You've gotta stop naming these guys," Caitlin muttered.
They looked up at Barry, who was staring resolutely at the computer screen.
"Barry," Dr. Wells said, "listen to him."
Barry let out a huff and turned to face Cisco, his arms still crossed.
"How?" he asked.
"The cold gun is powered by an engine-control unit. A microcomputer that regulates air-to-fuel ratio so that the sub-cooled fluid in the chambers don't overflow and—"
"Explode," Felicity concurred.
"Right!" the long haired man pointed to her enthusiastically. "This ECU was receiving updates wirelessly from my tablet. If I boost the signal using Central City's network, and send a false update, then we'll get a ping back and then—"
"We can locate Snart," both Wells concluded.
They locked eyes and gave each other a look. Breaking the contact, the older Dr. Wells looked to Barry.
"How long will it take?" the speedster asked.
"Uh, first I have to hack into the city's network, so…" Cisco trailed off, bending over the computer and looking at it. "I don't know…thirty minutes, maybe?"
"I can do it in less than one," Felicity chimed. She sat down in a chair in front of her laptop and cracked her knuckles. "When it comes to hacking, I'm the fastest woman alive." She pecked away for a few seconds, and then said, "All right! I'm in."
"Are you kidding?" Caitlin asked.
"All right, I'm sending the update now," Cisco said with a grin. "We're connected."
"Network is triangulating the location," the blonde girl informed them.
"We got him," Caitlin said. "He's heading west on Nelson towards the train station."
"If he's leaving, it appears Mr. Snart has what he came for," Dr. Wells observed.
Barry disappeared and then reappeared wearing his suit.
"When we put our minds to it, dude, nothing can stop us!" the long haired young man grinned. Barry reached up beside his ear and touched a little lightning bolt on the side of the mask. Cisco's smile fell. "Oh, you turned your earpiece off. How are we going to talk to each other?"
"I don't feel like talking right now," Barry muttered, and then whizzed off.
Harrison crossed his arms and Dr. Wells rolled over to watch Barry's location on the large screen. Cisco was monitoring the suit and Caitlin was monitoring Barry's vitals.
"You should go after him," Felicity said.
"He said he didn't want to talk right now," Cisco muttered, pecking on the keyboard.
"He wants to do this alone," Caitlin added.
"Of course he said that. He's hurt. You're his team and his friends. If I had a nickel for every time the Arrow told me to back off, I'd be as rich as Oliver Queen. Who I mentioned because he's the richest person I know—or used to be."
"I think we should do it," Harrison said from behind them, his arms still crossed. Caitlin and Cisco turned to look at him in surprise. "Sometimes I act like I want to be alone, but it's not what's best for me—or anyone for that matter."
Cisco grinned. "I have something that might help."
He and Caitlin stood up, joining Harrison, and the three of them turned to head out. Dr. Wells turned his wheelchair around.
"You can't just go out there," he told Harrison. "Someone will see you—"
"What do you suggest?" Harrison asked sardonically. "A mask?"
…
"This is so annoying. I can't believe people actually willingly wear masks on a regular basis," Harrison muttered, adjusting his mask with one hand for the umpteenth time.
Cisco and Caitlin shared a looked.
"Dr. Wells whining," Cisco laughed, "that's not something we get to experience every day."
"Don't get used to it," Harrison muttered. "Oh, God, my voice sounds so stupid through this."
Cisco and Caitlin both laughed. Harrison would have glared at them, if they could have seen him in that dark lighting.
"So where are we going?" Cisco asked.
"He's on the move," Felicity informed them. "Judging by the speed—they're on a train. Head north!"
Harrison slammed on the gas and pulled his wheel as sharply as it would go, causing the STAR Labs truck to turn onto a back road, wobbling slightly from side to side.
"Do you mind not killing us?!" Cisco shouted.
"I'm sorry I can't hear you!" Harrison shouted sarcastically.
"Okay, they've stopped moving."
"I see them!" Cisco shouted.
Harrison slammed on the brakes and they all jerked forward, their seatbelts locking in place. Harrison put the truck in park and they all leapt out of it, running to where they could see flashes of yellow and ice-blue. By the time they skidded to a halt, panting, Barry was on the ground and Captain Cold was shooting more ice at him.
"You're pretty fast, kid," Snart said, "but not fast enough. Thank you."
"For what?" Barry spit out.
"You forced me to up my game," Snart replied. "Not only with this gun, but also how I think about the job. It's been educational."
"Drop it!" Cisco shouted, aiming a large object that looked similar to Cold's. It was glowing blue in places and made a whooshing sound as he cocked it. Snart turned to face him, not lowering his gun. "This is a prototype cold gun," Cisco said, pointing it at him. "Four times the size, four times the power."
"I was wondering who you were talking to," Snart said, turning back to the Flash, who was still rendered helpless on the ground.
"Hey, unless you want a taste of your own medicine, put the gun down!" Cisco growled.
"Your hands are shaking," Snart said coolly. "You've never killed anyone in your life."
"There's a first time for everything, Captain Cold," Cisco retorted, his eyes narrowed with determination. Cold raised his head slightly and smiled, as though about to laugh. "I will shoot you."
Snart smiled and turned back to Barry. After a pause, he said, "You win kid," raising the gun above his shoulder. "I'll see you around."
As he started walking away, Cisco shouted, "Hey! Leave the diamond."
"Don't push your luck," Cold muttered without glancing back.
As soon as he was gone, Harrison and Caitlin set down the giant metal contraption that Cisco's "gun" was hooked up to, and the tall young man pulled off his mask, rubbing his hand through his hair and down his face.
"I wouldn't have been able to shoot him if I wanted to," Cisco told Barry. "This is actually the STAR Labs vacuum cleaner." Cisco laughed, "With a lot of LEDs."
"It does look convincing though," Harrison laughed.
"Let's get you warm," Caitlin said, helping Barry to his feet.
"Hey, man," Barry said, clapping Harrison on the shoulder. "Thanks for coming and helping me. Both of you."
Cisco clasped his hand and shook it with a smile.
…
"We've been trying to track Snart, but…" Cisco trailed off. "He must've disconnected the signal somehow."
"We'll find him, Cisco," Barry said. "Together."
Cisco smiled and walked over to where Harrison was standing.
"It was a good thing you made us get out there and help Barry," Cisco said to him. "Don't know where he'd be if we hadn't."
"Probably dead," he replied.
"Ah, and there's that Dr. Wells optimism!" Cisco joked, clapping Harrison on the shoulder. "Glad you found a purpose. Maybe you can get out more with that mask."
"Yeah," Harrison laughed. "So long as no one mistakes me for an evil metahuman."
"No, then I'd have to come up with a name for you."
"Please, don't ever," Harrison muttered.
"Well it looks like you have a nice team here, Barry," Felicity said with a smile. "And speaking of teams, I should get back to mine."
"Send the Arrow our regards, Miss Smoak," Dr. Wells said.
"I will," she replied. "Bye, Barry."
The two of them hugged.
"Bye, Felicity," he responded.
She walked out of the room, her blonde curls bouncing behind her.
"She's a remarkable young woman," Dr. Wells remarked with a fatherly smile.
"Yeah," Barry agreed. "She is."
He followed her out with Caitlin. Harrison walked over to the stack of papers Cisco had printed out for him and made his way to the door. On his way out, he overheard Dr. Wells saying, "Cisco, don't you ever do anything like that again, do you understand me?"
Harrison paused for the briefest seconds and looked back to see Dr. Wells sitting there with one hand clamped firmly on Cisco's arm, his eyes burning like fire once more. It unnerved Harrison how quickly he had transitioned from laughing to…that.
"Goodnight you two," he said with a wave and a yawn covering his unease very well.
"Goodnight," Wells replied with a warm smile and a wave. His smile fell and his eyes fixed on Cisco again, waiting for an answer.
"Yes, sir," Cisco replied.
With one last look, Dr. Wells wheeled away leaving two unnerved young men in that building.
Aaaand the Wizarding World has disappeared! Also, Harrison is beginning to cotton on that something is off about the older (creepy) Wells. Perrantes Alley was my own creation. I figured that the world would need more than just the one place to buy things (especially because in there books, there is no mention of foreigners regularly filling Diagon Alley).
If you haven't been able to guess yet, yes he is currently on Earth One. No he is not from Earth One. (And yes, the Wells in the wheelchair is Eobard).That is as much as I will divulge at this point. I've been trying to maintain a good balance between chunks of the original episodes and my own flairs-to make it more interesting. Please review!
~LittleMissMycroft