Disclaimer: I do not own the Flash, nor do I own Harry Potter

Someone mentioned once about Harrison's problem with his memory. Yeah, sometimes I feel sorry for him because I messed up his memory so bad...

Addressing the previous chapter and Harrison's being torn between thinking that he's from the past or from an alternate dimension, science is all about failure! Nothing would ever be invented if people aren't willing to fail again and again-which they do. So, with that in mind, let's continue with our story, shall we?

Chapter Ten:

"What do you mean, it's not enough?" Harrison roared, slamming the door to the capsule shut behind him. "Let's try again! We could do it at Mach 4, right?"

Barry looked up at him, his hands dangling in his lap, and shook his head as he said, "I've never run that fast. I don't think it's going to work."

Harrison shook his head, storming out of the room. He rubbed his hands on the back of his head as he went. He couldn't believe it hadn't worked. What was more, he was not going to accept that their plan was not going to work. As he passed Cisco in the doorway, the long-haired young man stopped him.

"Hey, man," he said, "we're gonna get you home. Don't worry."

Harrison nodded, pulling away from his friend and heading towards his room. Once there, he pulled his wand out of his shirt and replaced it in the drawer he had been storing it in, casting a disillusionment charm on it. Then, with a sigh he flopped onto his bed, resuming his usual staring contest with the ceiling. They had been so close. He had gotten his hopes up—actually believed he was going to go home. Right then and there, Harrison decided to never get his hopes up again.

…

January passed entirely with nothing to distract Harrison from their most recent failure. The entire month was spent in limbo as none of them attempted to figure out what went wrong. Only petty crimes kept them moving. Most of the time it was something simple, so only one of them would help out the CCPD at a time.

During moments when there were no bad-guys to take out, Cisco would sit at his computer, looking through different cases that could potentially be metahuman related—ones that weren't necessarily proven. One of these cases was instances of things disappearing from people—Cisco had discovered it one day searching for the Reverse Flash. He called the perpetrator "The Turtle". Why was beyond Harrison—he and Caitlin were still doubtful the man existed.

In February, things got a little more interesting. A teleporting metahuman broke her boyfriend out of prison, which led to the both of them causing mayhem in the city until he was shot and she was captured. At the same time, Hartley escaped, tricking Cisco into letting him go.

"Hold up," Harrison had said, giving Cisco a level stare. "How did Hartley escape from the pipeline?"

"I let him out," he replied, looking physically pained to say so.

"Why?" Harrison asked.

Cisco looked down.

"Cisco," Dr. Wells, who sat in his wheelchair beside Harrison, admonished.

"He told me he knew where Ronnie was," Cisco finally said, taking a deep breath. "He took me to CCPD, showed me a video of Martin Stein the day the particle accelerator blew—Ronnie was in the wave of dark matter. It fused them using the FIRESTORM matrix."

As February drew to a close, the local crime rate rose.

On one day near the end of the month, Harrison and Cisco sat together in the cortex, watching the monitors. A radio played to their right, relaying the police scanners. The gadget guy was leaning back in his chair, slurping a soda while Harrison was bouncing a pen in his hand using his magic.

"What all can your powers do?" Cisco asked.

Harrison shrugged.

"A wide assortment of things, I suppose," he replied.

He began boosting the pen further and further away from his hand, and then let it fly towards the wall that held his and the Flash's suits. It stopped in midair. He jiggled it around a bit. Then he summoned it back to his hand.

"Sick," Cisco muttered, slurping on his soda once more. Suddenly something on the computer screen started blinking. "Robbery at the convenient store on Brand and Paulson."

"I'll get it," Harrison muttered. "Seeing as Barry is on a date."

He disappeared with a crack and then reappeared in his chair, sitting once more. He held out his hand, waving his fingers a little. "Pay up," the Phantom told Cisco. "It wasn't a little old lady."

Cisco pouted, "But it's always little old ladies." Harrison's fingers wiggled once more. Cisco sighed and slapped five dollars into his hand. There was a moment of silence and then Cisco popped up. "Bet you five dollars the next one is a jumper."

Harrison rolled his eyes.

Just a few minutes later, the phone rang. The younger Wells answered the phone, saying, "STAR Labs, how may I be of assistance?"

Barry's voice. Answered, "Joe just called. We've got a jumper on 52nd and Wade."

"Why doesn't he just call us?"

"I don't know. Can you handle it?"

"Yeah. Sure," Harrison sighed.

He stood again, slapped the five dollars down again in front of Cisco and then disappeared. He regained his bearings, looking up at a tall building on the street Barry had told him. There was a spotlight showing on the top of the building, silhouetting a small figure at the top.

"Please!" Eddie called through a megaphone from beside him. "You have everything to live for!"

"No, I don't!" the jumper cried.

Harrison apparated to the top of the building, grabbing the man and taking him down to Eddie. The man looked at him with trepidation. "Will you let me go back up there?" He asked.

"Uh, no," Eddie replied with a smile, steering the man away.

Back at STAR Labs, Cisco grinned and said, "Give me some," raising his hand. Harrison high fives him and sat down on his chair with a plop. "Great job."

…

Harrison looked up at the great screen in the cortex, which was playing the news.

"…there were several unsubstantiated reports of the so-called Burning Man…"

"What's going on?"

Harrison jumped, turning around to see his doppelgänger sitting in his wheelchair in the doorway. In his surprise, he saw a mental image of the older Wells leaning forward and whispering, "So tell me. Who are you? Really?" The younger shook his head and muttered, "Some guy named Quale was killed by…well, Martin Stein."

Dr. Wells rolled forward in his wheelchair, his lips pressed firmly together as he obviously was thinking hard. His hand drifted up to his chin.

"This is interesting…" he muttered, almost to himself.

Harrison turned at the sound of voices—Barry and Caitlin were emerging from the elevator.

"Where's Cisco?" Harrison asked Caitlin as they passed.

"He said he had to help a friend with something," Caitlin replied.

"Well," Dr. wells muttered, turning to the three of them. "It seems that leaving Ronnie to roam free is no longer an option."

"He's not even Ronnie anymore. He's Professor Stein walking around in Ronnie's body," Caitlin muttered, looking at one of the many screens that now displayed news and blog entries on the Burning Man. "Like a vampire."

"Is there any reason why Steins brain is in control of Ronnie's body, and not the other way around?" Barry asked.

"Simple Darwinism I suspect," Dr. Wells replied.

Harrison nodded, adding, "A bend new organism will select the strongest parts of itself in order to survive—"

"Survival of the fittest—" his doppelgänger interrupted.

"So, in this case, Ronnie's body and Stein's mind."

"Any event," the elder Wells continued, rolling forward, "he badly hurt an innocent man and we have hunted metahumans for less. Caitlin, we need to know that you're on board with what needs to be done here."

"How do we find him?"

"Quentin Quale, the scientist that Ronnie attacked, was a former colleague of Martin Stein. If Martin is indeed in control of Ronnie's body, he may be trying to figure out exactly what is happening to him,"

"What do we know about him?" Barry asked. "I mean, I don't even know what he looks like."

Dr. Wells pecked on something and a picture popped up on the screens in the room.

"Martin Stein," he elaborated.

Harrison looked at the picture with interest. Barry peered at it as well, looking shocked, before he said, "I've seen him before…On the train the day the particle accelerator exploded…" He looked shaken.

…

Harrison once again cursed the fact that he owned a face that also belonged to a very prominent and paralyzed man. Cisco was still out "helping a friend", whatever that meant, and the other three were interrogating Stein's wife. This left Harrison alone in the facility.

Harrison hated feeling useless. He always had.

As a feeling of helplessness engulfed him, drowning out all else, a voice filled his ears.

"—And they're quite right. You're too young."

A face swam in front of him. He couldn't quite make out the features other than the flyaway, red hair. As he looked up, the same feeling of helplessness filled him. With it came anger from the lack of news, the hurt that his friends had been together without him, the fury at finding out he was being followed and not told about it.

Followed?

Harrison shook his head like a dog shaking droplets of water from its ears. He didn't think often of the strange feelings he experienced, voices he heard, and fuzzy images that attempted to force their way into his mind. He didn't usually have time to. The young man would think he was going crazy, but it didn't feel like he was. Instead, it felt as though there was another life that was trying to seep into Harrison's mind—bit by bit, no matter how clear the bits were. He had been experiencing this ever since he had shown up in STAR Labs. Now that he was alone and otherwise thoughtless, he couldn't help but wonder what these were from? Another mind trying to build a psychic link? As he brooded on this, another voice popped into his head—

"So tell me. Who are you? Really?"

"Harrison!" Harrison jerked upright in surprise, breaking out of his stupor. He looked around wildly before spotting Caitlin. She smiled. "I've been calling you for the past minute."

"Oh," he replied rubbing the back of his head.

"We just got back from Stein's house," she continued. "Dr. Wells wants us to do a stakeout. He thinks that Stein might show up again."

"Am I going as Wells, or Midnight Phantom?" Harrison asked. He paused. "Now, that is a sentence that would sound weird out of context."

"Wells," Caitlin replied. "If anything happens, then you'll put on the suit before you run around."

"Sounds good to me," he replied. With a wave of his hand, his suit flew off the mannequin in the wall and draped itself over his arm like a black, velvety coat.

"Let's go," Caitlin muttered.

…

"Want some of my fries?" Harrison asked, shoving a burger in his mouth.

"No thanks," Caitlin replied. "I guess you've always loved a Big Belly Burger, then."

"Why do you say that?" Harrison smacked, helping himself to some fries.

"Oh, well," Caitlin started, "Dr. Wells—the older Dr. Wells, I mean, loves Big Belly Burgers. I'm pretty sure it's the only fast food I've ever seen him eat."

"Well it's nice to know that even if I have to watch what I eat when I'm older, I can still enjoy a Big Belly Burger."

As if to demonstrate his happiness, he took an extra big bite out of his burger. Caitlin laughed. Her smile slowly fell as she looked out the window at the house they were watching. Then, she asked, "Why do you think he would come back here?"

"This is his home, I guess," Harrison replied. "Not the house, I mean. His wife. She's his home. And we all want to go home again."

"Do you miss it?"

"I certainly miss Tess," he replied. Caitlin stared at him. "My girlfriend?"

"I didn't know you had a girlfriend."

Harrison looked down. "I still don't know what happened to her. Why she isn't here now. I don't know if I want to. What about Ronnie, your fiancée? Do you miss him?"

"Of course I do," Caitlin replied, looking sad. "Every day he was gone felt like a dull ache. I didn't think it could get any worse. But now? I'd rather believe that he's still dead than know he's become this."

There was the sound of whooshing air above them. Harrison and Caitlin both fell silent, looking out the window of the van just in time to see a flash of fire. Then, Ronnie—Stein—disappeared behind the house.

"That would be my cue," Harrison muttered, he waved his hand and he was wearing his super suit. He pulled up the mask and got out of the van. "Wait here."

He closed the door behind him and ran to the house.

"Professor Stein!" he called once he caught glimpse of Ronnie's body walking along the sidewalk. The man in question stopped and looked at him warily. "Hey, I'm not here to hurt you. And I don't want you to hurt anyone else. We just want to help you."

Stein's head and hands burst into flames. He stared at him for a minute, and then threw a fireball at the Phantom. Harrison apparated away. Then, he grabbed Stein from behind and attempted to throw him into a tree. However, before he let go, the Burning Man shot into the air. Terrified, as they flew around, Harrison fumbled for his phone and held it up to one ear.

"Barry, I need your help!"

"I'm kind of in the middle of a date, man."

"I'm currently roughly three hundred feet above ground. I know I'm partly indestructible, but I'm not that indestructible!"

"I'm coming."

Harrison breathed a sigh of relief. He looked down and saw Caitlin driving the van below him. Stein dipped down slightly, and then let him go. Harrison let out a yell as he began to fall, holding his arms out in front of him in the hopes that he could create a cushion to land on. Then, there was a streak of yellow and he found himself standing on the ground as Caitlin slammed on the breaks in order not to hit him and the red-clad Barry beside him.

The Burning Man landed just before them, readying himself to throw another ball of flame. Harrison put out his hands in defense and Barry braced himself to run, but before anything could happen Caitlin had run between them, shouting, "No!"

Stein hesitated. Perhaps Ronnie was still in there somewhere. Then, he recovered and flew away. Harrison breathed in heavily.

"Well that was thrilling."

…

"How'd you get him to come in?" Harrison asked curiously, looking at the newly shaven and trimmed Martin Stein—Ronnie Raymond.

"His wife convinced him to," Barry replied. He turned to Dr. Wells. "So what now?"

"Stein clearly thinks he can separate himself from Ronnie's body using nuclear fission."

"What do you think?" Caitlin asked.

"What do I think?" Wells repeated. His breathed hitched. "Is it possible? Theoretically. Splitting an atom and splitting a man are two very different things."

Caitlin nodded and then looked over toward Stein. Harrison turned and looked as well to see that he had now entered the room.

"I don't suppose it's necessary to point out that you're all staring?" Stein asked.

Caitlin immediately looked down at the ground.

"Our apologies," Dr. Wells said, still looking at him with a steady gaze.

"It is remarkable," Stein added, walking towards them. "I feel clearer than I have since the accident. What did you give me?"

"A cocktail of antipsychotics, depressants, mood stabilizers," Wells replied.

"The same formula used to treat dissociative identity disorder," Stein remarked. He looked at Caitlin. "I assume this was your idea?"

She nodded, still not quite meeting his eyes.

"Very clever, Cait."

"Don't call me that. Please."

"I apologize."

She finally met his gaze and said haltingly, "We'd like to run some tests on you, if you don't mind."

"Of course, Dr. Snow."

…

Harrison wasn't really paying attention to what Stein and Caitlin were saying, only picking up the portion where Stein was talking about having memories that were not his own. He looked up when Caitlin was called into the room they were in to talk.

"Ronnie's body is rejecting Stein's atoms like a host rejecting parasite," Dr. Wells informed them, his hands clasped as he leaned forward and looked at a computer screen that showed two different atoms. "The resulting instability is causing an exothermic reaction. If his temperature continues to rise at this rate, it'll set off a chain reaction."

"He could go nuclear," Harrison breathed in realization.

They looked up to see Cisco enter the room, shutting the door behind him.

"That's not freaky at all," he commented, looking genuinely weirded out from his previous conversation with Stein.

"It seems Ronnie's fight with the Flash has exacerbated the FIRESTORM matrix," Dr. Wells commented. "It's unstable, exponentially increasing the rate of fission in his body."

"How long does he have?"

"If his temperature continues to rise at this rate—no more than a couple of hours."

…

Harrison walked into the empty cortex to see Cisco running some sort of scan. It appeared to be some sort of DNA match. Sitting beside the long-haired young man, Harrison asked, "Helping out the CCPD?"

Cisco jumped. He hit a key on the keyboard and the scan disappeared. Then, he slumped in his seat, attempting to look natural, and said, "I guess you could put it that way."

Harrison raised his eyebrows at Cisco skeptically.

Cisco sighed and looked down, muttering, "Can I…talk to you about something?"

"Shoot," Harrison replied, leaning back in his own chair.

"Joe has been getting me to help look into the case of Nora Allen's murder."

"Barry's mom?" Harrison asked.

Cisco nodded, "We pulled some blood samples off of the wall—the new owner of the house papered over them instead of removing them. Only—Joe wants me to run the samples against you."

"Me."

Cisco looked down with a guilty expression. Then, he said, "Well, not you, really. The older you."

Harrison looked away. He couldn't bring himself to be angry with Joe—and especially not Cisco, who looked very guilty. He still suspected something off about his older self. If Dr. Wells made him uneasy, then there was definitely something wrong. Was it even possible to make yourself uneasy?

"I'm not angry," he finally said.

Cisco breathed a sigh of relief.

…

"Looking for the professor?" Cisco asked, walking into the room. "Yeah, he's gone."

"Where?" Barry asked.

Caitlin walked over to the computer, pulling open the tracker Barry had put on Stein I order to find him to bring him in in the first place. Meanwhile Cisco, Harrison, and his doppelgänger were sitting around a table working on something that would theoretically separate Stein and Ronnie.

"He's in the Badlands," she said. "The middle of nowhere, thirty miles outside of Central City."

"Minimum safe distance," Cisco clarified.

"He's sacrificing himself," Wells commented.

"How much time does he have left?" Barry asked.

Cisco checked the clock.

"Twelve minutes."

"And," Wells paused, "we're done."

Harrison picked up the device and stood, walking forward.

"What is it?" Barry asked.

"A quantum splicer," Harrison replied.

Caitlin snatched it out of his hands.

"What are you doing?" he asked,

"I'm going with you," she replied, putting on her coat.

"No you're not! It's too dangerous."

"You can disappear and reappear in a single instant. I think it's going to be fine."

Harrison sighed, "All right, there's no time to argue."

He grabbed Caitlin by the elbow and disapparated. Once they had disappeared, an alarm went off on the computer. Barry watched Cisco check the computer.

"What was that?" Wells asked, rolling towards him.

"Comm system's on the fritz," he replied. "I'll be right back."

He walked out into the hallway and quietly ran out of earshot. There, he pulled out his phone and called Joe. When the detective picked up, he said, "All right I'm not proud of it, but I ran the tests. One was unidentified and the other had a match."

"Cisco, you're hesitating. Was it Wells?"

"No it wasn't Wells, I already told you he has nothing to do with this. But I know whose blood it is. It's Barry's."

"We already know Barry was there that night."

"No, you don't understand," Cisco continued. "The sample had high levels of P-16. That's a protein that we build up as we get older. These levels were way too high to belong to an eleven-year-old. This sample was from Barry as an adult."

…

By sheer determination, she did not react badly to the experience of apparition as most did. Instead she walked toward the figure that stood alone in the center of the unpopulated valley. At the sound of the crack, Stein turned to face them. He lowered the gun he held in his hand.

"What are you doing here? Get her out of here!" he cried.

"Please!" Caitlin pleaded. "Look, Ronnie's still in there somewhere!"

"All those people," Stein breathed. "Clarissa. I won't let them die! it's better that I end this now."

He raised the gun up to his head again.

"We can separate you," Harrison told him, rushing forward. "We can stop the explosion."

"How?" Stein asked, lowering the gun once more.

"A quantum slicer," Caitlin replied. "It's a fission device designed to pump your atoms with the same amount of energy as they experienced in the particle accelerator explosion. It should be enough to separate you. Please, professor, you have nothing left to lose." She put the quantum splicer on his chest. "Ronnie, if you're in there, I love you."

Stein, kissed her, replying, "That was from him."

Then he stepped back and stood up straight as she activated the quantum splicer. She stepped back and stood by Harrison, grabbing his arm as his arms caught fire, followed by his head. When his entire body was in flames, she exclaimed, "It's not working!"

"Get out of there!" Wells shouted over the coms.

Caitlin was reaching out with one hand towards Stein, her other still holding Harrison's elbow. Without more prompt, Harrison apparated to the closest safe distance. In the distance, there was a rumble and a mushroom cloud bloomed up from the earth.

"No!" she screamed.

Harrison hugged her awkwardly as tears started pouring.

So we have Stein now! I love Stein :). Someone asked about Wells knowing about Harrison's powers...um, I can't really say much if you people haven't finished Season One cuz spoilers...

~LittleMissMycroft