No Way Out


The announcement was like a bomb going off, if Lance hadn't been standing around an entire group of his fellow co-workers he would have tried to get Harry to come off of whatever he was on, but Harry was too loud with his proclamation for him to do so. With the only thing available at the moment, Lance arrested Harry for being the Red Arrow.

He wasn't prepared for that bombshell statement, that was for sure as he saw the looks on Oliver, Thea, Laurel, and Tommy's faces as they saw Harry be taken away by the other officers. If anything Thea was the most adamant about him being innocent and that he wasn't the Red Arrow.

After a while Harry was placed into the interrogation room where he and Lance sat face to face, both locked into an endless staring contest. Lance wanted to know what was going on in Harry's head at the moment, but the young man's eyes revealed no secrets, it was like there was nothing behind those eyes other than the simple statement that Harry Potter was the Red Arrow.

"You just going to sit there or are you going to ask me questions, Detective?" Harry asked, making Lance break free of his own train of thoughts.

"Yeah, sorry. Why'd you say you were the Red Arrow, kid? We both know that's not true."

"How do you know that? It's not like you follow me around twenty-four seven. I make enough grand disappearances. Like the guy who shot me last night told Thea… it's kind of a coincidence that the Red Arrow shows up around the same time I did, right?"

"It doesn't add up, Harry. The Red Arrow has been seen around the world in the five years you were stranded on that island. Hong Kong, Russia, Brazil, Nepal, Tokyo, Coast City. That's a lot of places to go to, not to mention when the Red Arrow was first publicly spotted in Hong Kong nearly two and a half years ago, you would have only been sixteen at most." Lance explained, having done his research into the mysterious vigilante ever since their encounter during the Brodeur case.

"I don't know what to tell you, Detective. What I can tell you is that it's better for everyone if I'm here, because as long as I'm out there, and those two psychos believe I'm the Red Arrow, everyone I care about and myself included are in danger. I'm safer here than I am anywhere else."

"So that's it then? You turned yourself in, claiming to be Red because you saw it was the only way to keep your family safe? Why didn't you just say that right off the bat?"

"I'm not saying that. I am the Red Arrow, whether you believe me or not, Detective. I'm not changing my story, and that's all there is to it."

Lance growled, not satisfied with Harry's statement, and let out a disappointed sigh. "Kid, you might claim you're the Red Arrow, but I know you well enough to know you're not a cold-hearted killer. The Red Arrow is a menace, no matter what anyone else tries to say. I think a lot of the trouble this city has is because of him. He draws violence to him like a magnet, and affects everyone he's around."

For a moment, he caught Harry's eyes soften and almost caught a glimmer of hurt in them, before changing back to that empty stare.

"I'll let you sit here for a bit and think about that. If you still want to say you're the Red Arrow, then I won't try to stop you."

Harry stayed silent as Lance took his leave, and the teen was left to wallow in his own thoughts, albeit prompted by Lance's words that cut through him unintentionally.

"Draws violence to him like a magnet and affects everyone he's around..." Harry muttered to himself, laying his head down on the table, awaiting his transfer to the county jail.


For a while there, Yao Fei kept an eye on Harry as he made his recovery. It was nearly two weeks before Harry was finally back on his feet, even if it was only to move five feet at one time before he would be unable to continue. Oliver would talk with Harry, talking about their pasts, how Oliver couldn't help but think Harry would get along with his family. How Moira would fall in love with him and treat him like a son. Harry listened, not talking much of that time. When it came to it, Harry didn't want to talk about the past. He felt more pain from the memories of the ones he lost than the vicious wounds on his body that stung with every breath he took.

"Harry, you have people to go back to, right?" Oliver asked him, making Harry shrug lightly. Harry had been like this ever since he woke up following his rescue. Something in him seemed to have broken, and Harry never seemed fully there. "Come on, you haven't said a word in three days."

"Maybe I don't want to talk," Harry sighed with a raspy voice, and Oliver blinked with surprise at it.

"Why?"

"What's the point?" he asked with a bit of disgust to his tone. "We talk about things we want to get back to. I have nothing to go back to..."

"Wh-what about your friends? You have a photo of you and your friends."

"Yeah, but we're on an island full of people that want to kill us, and our only 'friend' is a guy who shot us in the chest with an arrow to save us. Face it, Oliver, we're not getting off this island anytime soon."

Oliver wished he could say differently, but the truth was out there to be seen. "Is this because of what happened at that camp?"

"No, it's not. You, you honestly don't get it. I might have my friends to go back to, Oliver, but I have no family. My parents are dead, and the only thing I have left that reminds me of that night is this scar on my forehead." Harry hissed, making Oliver's eyes grow wide. "My aunt and uncle, they hated me, thought I was a freak, all because I was like my mother. The only happiness I've had in my life was when I met Ron and Hermione, and guess what... that's gone. I might have you now, but we can both end up dying at any moment, whether from starvation, getting lost, dehydration, hypothermia, or the lunatics toting around guns, wanting us dead."

Yao Fei had enough, and made his entrance. "You think you'll die because of the dangers here? That entire time you were held captive, you were tortured to find out where I was, you didn't tell them. You are strong enough to survive. The both of you. You want to get back to your friends and family, then you need to keep fighting."

Harry rolled his eyes. "Easy enough for you to say! You can fight back! Oliver and I, we can't!"

"That's it, isn't it? You don't want to sit around and be defenseless?" Yao Fei asked, as Harry nodded, a little stream of tears starting to roll down his face. Oliver just looked on with confusion for a moment. "I will teach you then... but not now. You still weak. After you heal, we train. Queen, you come with me."

"Where are we going?"

"I will teach you to survive. First lesson, breathe. You breathe, you survive longer."


"YOU ARRESTED HARRY? ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND?!" Laurel berated her father as the detective sat down at his desk, looking displeased with the overall situation. "Do you realize how many people are currently in jail because of the Red Arrow? If Harry gets transferred to County and someone finds out what he was booked for, he's going to be killed!"

"I know, I'm trying to get him to say he's lying about it, but he's sticking to that story." Lance sighed, gaining a raised eyebrow from his daughter.

"Wait, Harry is saying he's the Red Arrow?"

"Yes, Laurel. Potter is saying he's the vigilante. I honestly want to believe he's doing this to protect himself and the Queens, but… I don't know, you should have seen his face when he told me. You know how you can see in a person's face when they're lying? It didn't look like he was lying, Laurel."

"We know Harry, though. He's not capable of being the Red Arrow. Sure, he can hold his own in a fight, I've seen that first hand when I went out with Joanna that night at Max Fuller's club, but I can't see him being that…" Laurel couldn't believe it, why was Harry doing this? If he went along with this stupid plan of his, if he had one, he was going to die before those psychos could get to him.

What would Lance be able to say that could change Harry's mind? He had no other way out the way Lance looked at it. The only place he could remotely be safe right now was to be in custody, but it could have just been protective custody, not for the crimes of another man.

"Who knows what's going on in the kid's mind right now. He's injured, been checked out and for the moment safe. I imagine he just needs a little bit to readjust himself and get a clear head. Being on the run while having to keep looking behind his shoulders, it's exhausting."

"Wh-what if we can get in contact with the Arrows? Maybe get them to prove that Harry isn't the Red Arrow."

"You know as well as I do, they don't get contacted, they contact us at this point."

"Well we have to do something, Dad! You cannot send Harry to County."

Lance sighed, knowing Laurel was right, but there was nothing he could do at the moment, unaware that Oliver had slipped into the interrogation room.


Harry didn't know why he wanted to be trained by Yao Fei, it was something itching at his very soul ever since he woke up that day. He felt like he was wasting time sitting in that cave with hardly anything to do. Reminiscing on the past wasn't helping, if anything it was making him antsier. If he was in Hogwarts having to face off against some wizards or something else, he at least had his wand and magic to defend himself with. He didn't have that now.

Now Harry was defenseless, and the one time he actually was able to fight back, he lost. He didn't like that feeling, knowing he had lost and was about to die. This was the only route in his sight. If they didn't get trained, they weren't going to survive the island much longer.

"What's the point of this?" Oliver asked with frustration in his voice as Yao Fei had him slapping a bowl of water.

"No talking, again."

Harry watched intently from the sideline, healing from his injuries still, the tightness of his injury telling him he was only a week at most from being able to be trained, but he wasn't too sure if he'd be able to wait that long.

Oliver slapped the bowl of water, continuing for hours, refilling it when it was empty. Harry would laugh at his frustration every now and then, gaining a small smile from Yao Fei whenever it happened, while Oliver growled.

For more than three days this went on, each and every time Oliver's patience slowly grew thinner, while Harry became more restless. Little did they know that was when Oliver and Yao Fei were sleeping, Harry was doing exactly what they had done. He spent each night, seven hours straight, slapping that bowl of water. It wasn't because he was that eager to train, he had nothing to do.

Oliver's frustration finally came to a boiling point as he knocked the bowl over and startled the half-asleep teen. "This is stupid! What's the point of this? I thought the point of you training us was to help us survive! How the hell does slapping a bowl of water help us survive?!"

"Builds strength," Yao Fei finally answered, making both of them look at each other with confused expressions.

Just like that, the answer Oliver had been longing for had left him with more questions than before.


"What the hell are you planning, Harry?" Oliver asked, bluntly as Harry leaned back in his chair with a smile, flicking his wrist to turn the cameras off with his magic. "You've got Thea at the point of a panic attack, worrying about you, and here you are acting like everything's going according to plan. You think turning yourself in as the Red Arrow is the best route?"

"Oliver, how many people we got on our team? Four, including the two of us. If I take myself out of the picture... we still can fill the Red Arrow's place."

"So, you want to be seen as Harry Potter with multiple eyewitnesses, while the Hood and the Red Arrow are seen elsewhere? Don't you think that's risky, especially if Drakon and his partner come after you?"

"Drakon and Electrocutioner shouldn't be a problem once they realize that their informant, the one who told them my identity, was wrong. They'll want to get out of there as quickly as possible. I just gotta last long enough for you and my understudy to get some public time with our adoring fans."

Oliver shook his head, unable to believe what he was hearing right now. "I understand where you're coming from, we've planned on the cops pinning the Arrows' crimes on us, but this is different Harry."

"Not really. One of us is out of the picture for right now. If we can prove that I'm not the Red Arrow, then suspicion should fall away from you being the Hood as well. We just have to make sure it's believable. I can actually come up with something for you quickly. Hermione still has our backup polyjuice potion in the Lair right?"

"Yeah, taught me how to brew it. What about it?" Oliver asked, raising an eyebrow, before it struck him. "You want Hermione to use the polyjuice potion to pretend to be me so I can be seen while I'm out there with Diggle."

"Bingo."

It all made sense now to Oliver. Harry didn't throw himself under the bus, he was creating the perfect opportunity to get out of this. Many people might think Harry was a brash brute, but his actions ninety-seven percent of the time were heavily calculated, even under extreme pressure. The best example of his strategic thinking so far was when he went after Brodeur himself. Harry was able to think ahead and plan for fifty different scenarios if he wanted to. So, now looking into his cold eyes, Oliver knew Harry wasn't acting without reason. This was the route they had to go with, even if it might have not been the best one. High risk, high reward...

"Are you gonna be able to fight if you have to?" Oliver asked, to which Harry nodded. "You know you can't fight like normal."

"Once I go into County I'm going to use what magic I can spare to slow my healing factor and lower my strength as much as possible. The rest will just have to be a test of my acting skills."

"Yeah you're going to die, you suck at acting."

"Better than you," Harry smiled. "Get Diggle and Hermione ready. My bet is, somebody's gonna find out why I'm locked up, and then all hell's going to break loose."


Across town, hidden among the shadows was Drakon and Electrocutioner. Electrocutioner had finally woken up after being unconscious for three hours, groaning his head off while Drakon got a phone call from the Magician.

"I've heard you failed to kill Potter last night." the Magician greeted.

"A minor setback, but we'll find him and kill him. Even without his gear he's a crafty one."

"Potter turned himself in. He's going to be transferred to County soon. That'll be your chance to kill him, whether directly or not, it's entirely up to you. Just get it done."


"It's your last chance to fix this, Harry…" Lance spoke up, finally breaking the silence as Harry walked into his cell at County, undoing the handcuffs as Harry stood at the threshold.

"I told you already, Detective, I'm not changing my story. It's just better for everyone if I'm in here."

"Is that why you said that, because you want to protect them? This is going to get you killed."

"Then if I die, at least the people I care about won't be harmed because of me, now will they?" Harry asked with a shrug.

Lance sighed in defeat, knowing there was no getting Harry to back down from this. "Kid, please… don't do this."

"I have to." In what had to be Lance's one moment of weakness that he's ever seen, he watched as Lance begrudgingly closed the cell door.

"I hope for your sake, you're right."


"What do you mean Harry turned himself in?" Hermione asked with wide eyes as she stood in the Lair with Oliver and Diggle as the plan started to go into motion.

"Harry's being targeted by assassins that were given his identity. The only way he can see getting out of this is by proving he isn't the Red Arrow. By turning himself in he thinks that Oliver and I can prove his innocence by putting the suits on and making a public appearance."

"Um, that's all fine by me, but for that to work we'd need to prove Oliver's not the Hood." Hermione pointed out, while Oliver chuckled.

"Oh, we know. Harry already planned for this. Hermione, you're going to be going undercover tonight, as me."

"HUH?" Hermione asked, her jaw dropping at the declaration.

"Remember, we have polyjuice potion at the ready, just need to put some DNA in it. You use that potion to pretend to be me long enough for us to get some attention as the Hoods and then I'm off the hook as well."

"So both you and Harry would be in a public place at one time while the Hoods would be seen at the same time elsewhere, that's smart. Harry came up with that plan?"

"Yeah, in like five minutes apparently." Diggle answered. "Now, please tell me I don't have to be a part of the polygraphic potion or whatever it is."

"Polyjuice," Oliver corrected, smiling about Diggle's uncomfortable status with magic right then and there.

"Polyjuice… who comes up with those names?"

"Doesn't really matter right now, does it? Wait, what about Harry's abilities? The Red Arrow isn't exactly well-known for being a normal vigilante, is he?" Hermione asked.

"Harry doesn't use them as much as everyone thinks. Tonight though, we absolutely can't. Harry's in the county jail right now, and from what he told me he's using his magic to slow his healing factor and weaken himself."

"He nerfed himself?" Diggle asked with wide eyes, as Oliver nodded. "He really is a crazy mother-"

Oliver cut him off, holding his hand up and motioned to the suits. "Get in Harry's suit. We don't have a lot of time. Here," he pulled a piece of his hair out and handed it to Hermione who proceeded to put it in the batch of polyjuice potion. "There's clothes over there you can use. Just um, make sure you have spare clothes ready for when the potion wears off."

"How long is it going to last?"

"About an hour, maybe an hour and a half tops. It was Oliver's first brew so I'm not sure how long it'll last. The very least I'd say an hour is the time window I have once I drink it. It does look a lot tastier than the last polyjuice potion I drank."

"When was that?"

"I was twelve at the time, Harry told you about everything with the Chamber of Secrets right?"

"Some of it, never really talked about that stuff too much. Maybe you can enlighten me on it sometime." Oliver shrugged, gaining a nod from Hermione as response. "Alright, we're running low on time so we need to get moving."

"I'll head to County. Lance is there keeping an eye on Harry so it'll be a great place to show up."

The three were in agreement…


Harry sat in the cell, looking at the floor twiddling his thumbs together as he used his magic to heighten his hearing. He could hear a voice in the distance that sounded like Thea demanding to see Harry. Lance's voice was telling her that he couldn't be seen right now, but she wasn't listening. Something else caught his attention though, the sounds of electricity crackling and a distinct voice echoed throughout the intercom.

"Gentlemen… the teenager brought in a few hours ago has a secret he doesn't want anyone to know. You know the Red Arrow, how he's been terrorizing you guys? He's the Red Arrow. And I know, I know… you're locked in your cells, and so is he. So that's why we're going to be kind and let you have a go at him. He's unarmed… so have fun." came Drakon's voice over the intercom making Harry growl in anger as he looked out his cell towards the doors to see Lance running towards the holding area with Thea in tow.

No, no, no… get her out of here Lance. GET HER OUT OF HERE! Harry growled as he heard the buzzers and the lights flashed red. His eyes grew wide as he saw the cell doors opened and the door to the hallway shut electronically just as Lance reached it, blocking him out of the room. "Oh no, here we go…" he groaned out of annoyance, rolling his eyes and stepped out into the corridor just as multiple men all stepped out and looked at him with malice. "Oh for the love of god, please hurry…"

"KID!" Lance called out in terror as Harry was swarmed by the inmates. "SOMEBODY GET THIS DOOR OPEN!"


Oliver and Diggle had just arrived at a drug dealer's location, a hit Oliver had planned on doing anyway, but now there was more meaning behind it.

"Ready, Red?" Oliver asked, gaining a look of bewilderment from Diggle.

"Let's go."


The punch to the jaw was what caught him off-guard, knocking Harry to the ground, gaining a cry from Thea as she had just arrived at their location. "Yeah, not so big now without your fancy toys, huh?!" one of the inmates screamed at him, making Harry's teeth grind together out of anger.

"I'm not… the Red Arrow," Harry hissed, climbing to his feet and dodged a punch. He grabbed the inmate's arm and spun him around into another one of the men. Jumping off of the bench nearby, Harry slammed his elbow into an inmate's face. There were twelve of them to his one, and without his abilities being at full capacity right now, he wasn't getting out of this unscathed.

The blows between the inmates and Harry went on for a long time, and each time Lance looked up after wincing Harry was bloodier than the last time, but he was holding in there, fighting the men off with what had to be all of his energy.

Thea was crying his name out as Harry was taken to the ground, being pounded into the floor. Harry blocked as much as he could, but he could feel his reserves running low and his magic wasn't able to contain his brute strength for much longer.

Hurry the hell up, guys! Harry grabbed the fist coming down at him and looked at the man with such hatred that it made the inmate gulp with terror as Harry slammed his fist into his chest, sending the man flying backwards off of him, gaining a gasp from everyone, including Lance and Thea.

Harry climbed to his feet and clenched his fists so tightly his knuckles cracked. He launched forward, dodging a couple of hits and clothes-lined one of the men to the ground, using his foot to curbstomp him into unconsciousness.

A roll there, a punch, a kick, a grapple from behind, headlocks… if there was a move in a fistfight to use, it was all used here as Harry 'struggled' against the men. Harry's teeth were even bloodied as he gritted them, prying one of the men's arms off of his neck and watched as Drakon dropped from the ceiling.

"Well, well, well… even with a bullet wound and twelve guys attacking you, you still have a lot of pep in you, Red…"

"For the last time, I'm not him!" Harry hissed, while multiple officers with riot shields came their way from the hallway.

As Harry looked towards Thea and Lance, he caught sight of Oliver pushing his way in, looking a little disheveled as "he" probably had to get past all of the security, which for Hermione would have been a bit difficult.

"You say that, yet you turned yourself in. How's that work?"

"Simple, it was so I could prove I wasn't him, idiot." Harry smiled as he was tackled by one of the men.

Drakon pulled a knife out and was prepared to make the final slice that would have ended everything there, but Lance's radio went off.

"The Hoods are in the Glades! I repeat, the Hood and the Red Arrow are in the Glades, in pursuit."

"What?" Drakon asked with wide eyes as the men backed off of Harry, while the teen climbed to his knees and held his arms out with a weak chuckle.

"See, I told you… I ain't him. Whoever told you I was the Red Arrow, lied to you."

In the moment that followed, as Electrocutioner had made his escape, the door opened and the officers came rushing in to subdue the criminals. Drakon disappeared into a cloud of smoke, and as Harry slowly looked up he was pulled into a hug by Thea, caressing his face with tears in her eyes.

"You idiot…" she shook her head, before pressing her lips to his, gaining a well-deserved shocked expression on his face before he lightly kissed back, holding her close. Hermione/Oliver was in the background, allowed to move forward by Lance, who even had watery eyes.

"I guess that means… that you actually do like me, huh?" Harry chuckled, leaning his head against Thea's shoulder as he fell unconscious.


As per usual, Harry was taken to the hospital to be checked on, and while he was recovering, Thea never left his side, nor did Oliver and Hermione as they got there. It was hard to tell how Drakon and Electrocutioner got out of the jail, but nobody was focused on that for now. Harry was no longer seen as the Red Arrow, and neither could Oliver be seen as the Hood from that point on. The Magician had found out somehow, but Harry didn't know. Little did he know was that Tommy had told his father that Harry was being transferred to County, and that Malcolm himself was the Magician. Moira gave him the treatment a mother would, surely, chastising herself for not having more security measures in place to protect her kids. Harry didn't argue or try to convince her otherwise, knowing it was a losing battle.

What he did focus on was something Lance had told him back at the precinct when he was being interrogated. For now, it felt true to him and he hated that. It needed to be fixed, and until it was, he couldn't let anything get in his way.


It was the next day before Harry was allowed to leave the hospital, and upon that night when Oliver came to check on him, he was astonished to see Harry's room was empty of all his belongings. The only thing in there that wasn't taken was a note that laid on the bed. As Oliver slowly stepped in front of it, he felt the pain in his chest from Harry's sudden departure.

Ollie... I'm sorry. I know you'll be the first to see this, at least, god I hope you are. I'm, I'm not sure to how to explain this, but ever since I've come to Starling City with you, it seems like I attract danger to you guys. We were kidnapped with Tommy, I was kidnapped and tortured, and now I've been targeted by assassins thinking I'm the Red Arrow. I draw violence to me like a magnet and affect everyone I'm around. We were lucky I managed to save Thea from that bullet, but what if the next time it was Moira, Walter, Tommy, or Laurel? What if they get hurt or worse because of me? I can't do that to you. I'm, I'm sorry but I gotta go for a while... at least, until I know I'm not a danger to you anymore. More importantly, tell Thea I'm sorry...

Oliver rubbed his eyes, shaking as he set the letter down and sat down on the floor looking up at the ceiling. His brother was gone.


"You lied to us... now we're going to be hunted..." Drakon hissed at the Magician as the assassin chuckled from his perched location. "I thought you knew who he was?"

"I'll admit that I was unprepared for the discovery that Potter had more than just his friend in green for help, but I still will say that Potter is the Red Arrow."

"That's a lie. We're done."

"Really? How about the next time you see the Red Arrow, you unmask him yourself and see if he's Potter?"

Drakon growled while Electrocutioner took off, not wanting to deal with the backlash of being on the wrong side of this deal. Drakon picked the wrong target, and now trouble would be coming for them.


Per Oliver's orders, Hermione went to the Lair, and found that as per Harry's request the Lair had been expanded thanks to goblin contractors, hiding the Lair behind an actual cellar. All of Harry's equipment was gone, leaving only Oliver's suit and equipment behind, and something odd that she found was that the batch of polyjuice potion they had left was now gone with it.


Electrocutioner gasped as he raced across the rooftop, turning to look back at the Red Arrow, without a hood on, revealing the face of Harry Potter. "So, you thought I have one identity? Do you know who I am? I can be whoever I want to..." the Red Arrow laughed, with glowing red eyes, notably without sunglasses on. His face began bubbling and morphed into Electrocutioner's face. When he had fought Electrocutioner in the alley, he had managed to take a small sample of blood from him, which was just what he needed. "I am nobody, and everybody. I can be anyone!" he roared as he launched forward towards Electrocutioner, the assassin's blood-curdling scream echoing across the Starling City skyline...


END OF EPISODE SIX.


Hey, so, so, so, so, so, sorry about the long wait for an update. I knew what I wanted this chapter to be, and to be perfectly honest I blew the delivery of it. I've had such a block on THIS CHAPTER ONLY and it's been killing me. I knew exactly how I wanted to proceed with this chapter and how it would affect the next two episodes. For the next two episodes, there will be no scenes with Harry other than flashbacks. The upcoming episodes will be heavily Oliver-centric.

With the Covid-19 or Coronavirus situation I do have more time to write it's just the lack of inspiration for this chapter that's been killing me. I don't know about you guys but this whole isolation thing is killing my energy and destroying any plans I've had for writing or otherwise. To give you an idea of where we're going with the last stretch of the first half of Season One, (I know, we're not even halfway yet ahhhhh) here's just a brief idea list I've got for you guys.

(Episode Seven: Pretty Bird)With Harry away from Starling City, seemingly vanished off the face of the Earth, Oliver, Diggle, and Hermione pick up the slack and work to protect the city. Oliver must prove to the team and even the city that the Hood can handle the city's threats by himself, starting with something that hits close to home.

(Episode Eight: The Queen's Lance) Oliver must reevaluate his goals as the Hood when a bank robbery goes wrong killing an innocent bystander leading him to team up with Lance to capture the culprits, unwittingly reopening old wounds.

(Episode Nine: The Demon's Blade) No info available for you guys at the moment.

(Episode Ten: Rise of the Green Arrow) MIDSEASON FINALE. NO INFO AS OF YET.


I know what you guys might be thinking. Why did Harry leave after Thea kiss him, knowing it would break her heart. Doesn't this ruin the development they've had; why did Thea kiss him; where do we go from here?

Well, that'll all be explained soon enough, but I will say that everything will be going a lot faster from this point on hopefully. I honestly can't wait for you guys to see the secret villain of the book that isn't the Magician. Only TWO people beside me know who the secret villain is, so if you are one of them, do not say anything because it'll be hinted at, at the end of episode ten.

I will update again soon, within the week, so I hope you guys are looking forward to it.