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Rated: T


"This... is not Knockturn Alley," Harry noted, even though the alleys were similar in appearance, there was absolutely no shops around nor any suspicious-looking people that usually wandered around Knockturn Alley, "So, where are we?"

Padfoot barked, nudging him with his large head and Harry nodded, quickening his pace so that those Death Gods wouldn't catch up to him.

As he was running with the big black dog beside him, Harry observed his surroundings as best as he could under the circumstances, and much to his frustration, he still had no idea where he was. Perhaps a slum in London?

"Here, for a minute," Harry panted, trying to catch his breath while Padfoot kept on guard, watching for a Death God that could come from behind the corner, "Everything here... it justs looks different somehow." Harry pondered out loud.

Padfoot let out a low growl that had Harry tense, drawing his wand from his pocket in case he needed against William or Grell. He winced when Padfoot shoved him closer to the wall and gestured upwards with his head.

Harry glanced up, making sure to keep quiet when he noticed something strange, 'Is that... a lawnmower?' He thought with some disbelief as he watched the unfamiliar blond male (he just assumed whoever that was up there was a Death God) leap from rooftop to rooftop, obviously searching for someone.

Harry knew it was him they were looking for.

"We need to get out of here," Harry said quietly as he and Padfoot crept beyond the corner of the alley way and began a full on sprint to cover as he clearly visible on the street to the Death Gods.

However, just as he was passing a little shop (he didn't even notice the name of it), a hand clamped over his mouth to prevent any sort of noise while the other hand grasped his shirt and dragged the struggling Harry inside with Padfoot following right after them, ready to defend Harry with his very life. He didn't notice the name either.

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