[A/N] Three cheers to the next chapter! HIP HIP HOORAY! I've been practicing two dances that I have to perform with my friend at Anime Day Vegas for the dance competition. I really want that seventy five dollars and trophy. Plus we've been planning our cosplays.

She'll be Matryoshka Luka and I'll be Matryoshka Akaito. We're so cheap that we're going to spray paint our hair pink (for her) and red (for me). And I've been saving up money to pre-reg and buy some shit while there.

My dad wants me to move to Portugal in November for two years so that was a big shock to me. But it sounds fun. Plus I'll be able to go anywhere in Europe and finally go to the conventions in England.

So yeah I've been a bit busy…

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or Howl's Moving Castle.

Glass shards flew everywhere as they broke through the ceiling and Harry was lucky to not be cut by any of them. He looked up and was met with a smiling Howl holding his waist tightly. The sun shone brightly above them as they soared through the air.

Howl seemed to have returned to normal minus the large ebony wings protruding out of his back. Harry concentrated for a bit and squealed when his own wings came forward. One of the benefits of the Witch's curse he presumed.

Howl slowly began to retract his wings and Harry did the same. Until Howl stopped him of course. Once they were safely on the ground Howl brushed a hand through Harry's wings. "I need you to do something for me." Howl muttered, seemingly enraptured with Harry's cursed wings.

Harry cocked his head and shuddered from the pleasant feeling Howl's caresses gave him "What?"

The blue eyed man looked him dead in the eye "I need you to fly back to the castle and wait for me there. The ring I gave you will gui-."

He was interrupted by the sound of whirring machines and shouting men coming from behind them. Harry felt his insides clench in fear. If they were caught they'd be hung for sure. And Harry wasn't ready to face the gallows yet, or a piercing spear through the heart courtesy of Madame Sullivan.

Howl grabbed Harry and began to run "I can cast an invisibility spell on you but it will only last for five minutes. Make those minutes last while I hold them off. You really helped me there Harry. I would have never had the courage to face her myself without you."

Harry looked appalled "Howl no! You can't take them all by yourself! You'll get yourself killed! Stop being so arrogant and dogmatic!" Harry felt conflicted and frustrated. Why didn't Howl ever listen to him? He was going to get himself killed he just knew it!

Howl turned and smirked at him "Watch me."

And in a flash of motion Howl had grabbed the air-craft he'd arrived in and led their pursuers in the opposite direction.

Harry sighed and looked at his toes. Hold on a sec! His toes! He could see through his toes! 'Howl must have cast the spell already…' Harry mused as he flapped his wings a few times. A bright light emitted from the ring he wore and Harry smiled as it pointed North-East.

Harry began sprinting until he felt he'd gained enough speed for flight. He hovered in the air for a moment before soaring through the skies and in the direction of the castle.

Nightfall came and Harry grew weary. It had begun to rain several hours ago and Harry's wings were taking it badly. He felt heavy and cold. And he wished he'd dressed in warmer clothes.

The ring still shone brightly and the emerald eyed teen knew that if he didn't get into the castle soon he'd be dead by morning.

Madame Sullivan smirked as she watched her boy-servant pull her staff out of the ornate chair. She'd have to get a new one eventually.

One of them offered her a drink, Philip was his name she assumed. "No not now." And she waved him off. Another approached her and handed her her staff. This one's name was Thomas wasn't it? She could never remember anyways. "Thank you. That was the most fun I've had in ages."

She sighed-in a satisfied way mind you-and slumped into her chair "I supposed Howl thinks he's evaded me." She glanced at her staff and laughed "Ha ha, that boy certainly behaved more like a lover than a brother."

Forty soldiers-both in separate areas-searched cities high and low for 'The Great Wizard Jenkins' and 'The Wizard Pendragon' to no avail.

They kicked down the doors of both establishments bayonets ready to shoot on sight. Or rather stab and shoot on sight.

"Sir he's not here!" A lower ranking soldier shouted to his commanding officer. The general's face reddened in anger "Search high and low for him! I won't rest until we have his head!"

"Sir yes sir!"

The general sighed and rubbed his face. The shop was entirely empty, as if no one had ever lived there. It just looked like a crumbling old abandoned home.

Harry rejoiced when he saw the castle in the distance. "It's coming to meet me!" He shouted feeling a great weight lifted off of him.

As the castle drew nearer Harry began to retract his wings and made a rather fabulous entry into the castle if I do say so myself.

Markel greeted him with a hug that could suck the life out of him "Harry! You're back! Where's Master Howl?"

Harry smiled at the boy and embraced him tightly "He'll be here soon don't you worry."

"Are you hurt?" Harry shook his head "No I'm fine."

Markel smiled in a way only a child could as he said "I missed you."

Harry felt tears build up in the corner of his eyes as he pulled the boy closer "I missed you to. Thanks for coming to meet me."

All was quiet in the house as everyone was asleep. When the distinct tapping of footsteps reached Calcifer's senses. He opened his eyes to see black blood pooling on the floor in the shape of a bird's claw.

He gasped and whispered harshly "This is bad Howl! You've gone too far!"

A ghostly, faded out, grey outline of Howl ignored the fire demon and stopped as it passed Harry's bed. A clawed finger caressed the boys face before withdrawing and heading upstairs.

Harry awoke with a start to the sound of the stairs creaking "I wonder if that's Howl…"

Harry decided to investigate and nearly screamed as he saw all the blood coating the floor. A lone feather rested in a puddle and he gingerly picked it up only for it to burst into flames and turn to dust.

Harry drew his hand back in fear and quickly rushed to find a candle. Once he found one he lit it with an unknowing Calcifer and began his trek upstairs.

As Harry passed through the hallway-ignoring the bloody footprints-he felt an eerie feeling pass through him. He stopped by Howl's door and muttered "Howl…"

He grabbed the handle and pushed the door open. What he saw haunted him for the rest of his life…

[A/N] YOU HATE ME YEAH I KNOW. Leaving you with a cliffy like that! How scandalous of me! Hope you enjoyed the chapter! Also, if you have any ideas for another story that I should write then please tell me. I need more ideas ;.;

Don't worry 50th reviewer. I've started on your request story already. I'll post it when this story is over. Which will be very soon.