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POV: Harry Potter | September 30th, 1998

The morning after the incident of on the train, Harry Potter, Leon S. Kennedy, and Claire Redfield sat in the kitchen of an abandoned home that Harry had restored through the use of magic. After dinner, Claire had put Sherry to bed in one of the repaired bedrooms upstairs, and now the three sat at he dinner table. Harry had made them a whole meal filled with steak, mac n' cheese, green beans, peas, and mashed potatoes. It seemed to be the right decision as the food was demolished by the four starving survivors. They had all taken showers, and had cleaned their clothes. Claire had remained in her 'Noir' outfit due to the fact that it hadn't been stained or torn, and Leon had changed into his own 'Noir' outfit seeing as his RPD uniform was being washed after having been repaired. His outfit consisted of a white buttoned-up shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, a red tie, a grey vest, grey dress pants, and black dress boots. His hair was slicked to the side using gel, he wore a brown belt with his police badge on the front, and he wore weapons straps that acted as suspenders and held Matilda and his Lightning Hawk.

They had been talking about Raccoon City, about Chris, Ada. Harry had gotten a lot of his magic back already, and had been using it to expand the interior of the home as well as return the charms lost on Claire and Leon's weaponry. Harry had used a few updated tracking charms to locate Ada and Chris. Chris was located somewhere in France, most likely Paris, seeing as that was where the Umbrella Pharmaceutical's Headquarters was located. And Ada was outside of Raccoon City somewhere, no doubt having acquired a transport or had been picked up by someone. After Leon and Claire had learned of their respective individual, Harry began to explain everything in detail. The fact that there had been two T-103 Tyrants. One being the original T-00 Mr. X that was killed by William, and the second one being the one killed by Leon. He went to explain how William was connected to the U.S government, and how said government was trying to nuke Raccoon City to hell to get rid of evidence.

After the explanations, the three had opened up to one another, discussing their pasts in detail. Leon described his past, not going into much about his earlier life, but stuck close to joining the police academy, his girlfriend, to his coming to Raccoon City. Claire had gone into detail about Chris, her best friend Elza and her sister Sam, and her education. She had then went into her plans for the future, explaining that she was interested in bringing Umbrella down once she found Chris, and how she didn't care much for finishing college after everything that was happening. After all, why go to college when you plan on fighting zombies for a living while hunting down a global company run by rich assholes?

After she was finished, Leon spoke about what he wanted to do for the future. He planned to take down Umbrella, and find a way to discover who Ada Wong was really working for, though Harry already had his suspicions. Harry went into detail about his time at Hogwarts, his friends, Moony, Sirius, the Ministry, the Veil. How he met Jill, Carlos, and Tyrell. When asked about his plans for the future, Harry shrugged, and told them that he would burn Umbrella to the ground, find a way to end bioterrorism for good, try to see if Sirius was alive, and then perhaps find and teach the next generation of wizards. Harry had the suspicion that the wizards that were here were wizards or the descendants of wizards that were sent here through the Veil like them. Which meant he was dealing with a lot of dark wizards, seeing as only the worst of the worst were sent through the Veil of Death. That, or a Dementor's Kiss.

"So...what are your plans for R.C?" Claire asked, bringing Harry out of his thoughts as he took a bite of his steak. He frowned. He hadn't really thought about it much sense the train, and had tried not to think about that at all. Shrugging his shoulders, Harry took a bite from his steak. "Save Jill and the others. Kill Nemesis. Get a second dose of the T-Virus antidote in case Carlos hasn't made one for Jill yet. Get them and any other survivors out of the city. And then...well, seeing as the government is dead-set on destroying the city, I don't think my appealing to them is going to do anything," Harry explained.

"Do you need any backup?" Leon asked.

"Probably not. All I've got to do is apparate into the Hospital, help Carlos save Jill if he hasn't already, kill Nemesis because the asshole will just follow us here if I don't, and then bring them back here," Harry explained.

"I still think someone should go with you," Claire protested. "I don't doubt you can hold your own, but you could use every hand on deck, especially if your planning to escort more than a dozen survivors out of the city,"

"I can stay here with Sherry while you two go back," Leon offered. Claire nodded, motioning to Leon as she turned to Harry, who was shaking his head in disapproval. "Look, I know better than anyone that you both want to help. But we all got lucky back there. Leon, you were alone, and could have been bitten at any time. And Claire here fought William by herself with only a select number of weapons and limited ammunition. While we will be better prepared this time, I don't want to risk my luck running out. I can't risk losing more people I care about because I brought them back into a city filled with bioweapons and selfish assholes trying to collect the big bucks," Harry explained.

"Harry. We both have weapon's and tactical training. Me from Chris and Leon from the academy. We can handle ourselves. Hell, you just said we handled our own against William and the zombies, and I sure as hell know it wasn't luck," Claire said. Leon nodded in agreement. "So, when are we heading back?" Harry sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose as he took a moment to think. He took a bite of his mashed potatoes, before he frowned. He twitched slightly, before his eyes widened in shock and a bit of uncomfortability.

"The Umbrella is rushing its pleads for the government to hold out on the nuke...but they aren't listening. The nuke is scheduled to launch tomorrow night, but given the governments anger, I wouldn't be surprised if they pushed the launch forward. So we should get a few hours of rest and head back into the city at around one p.m. That gives us about ten hours of rest. May not be a lot given how long we've all been awake, but we'll be able to function with at least a few hours of sleep," Harry explained. "There were a bunch of clothes I cleaned in the closets and dressers upstairs, but if you can't find anything that fits, feel free to use my trunk. I have thousands of pairs of clothing from my old infiltration days,"

"Thanks Harry," Leon said.

"No problem, Leon," Harry replied as Leon bid the two goodnight. He moved upstairs, picking the room across from Sherry's at the foot of steps, no doubt because it would be him that heard someone coming up the steps. It made sense, but was a bit of an odd discussion seeing as Harry was the one with the enhanced senses. Shaking his head, Harry vanished Leon's empty plate and his silverware, doing the same to Sherry's empty smaller plate that that had remained out after she went to bed. Harry finished his plate, taking a sip of his water as he vanished his plate as well. He refilled his glass, doing the same for Claire. "Thanks," She spoke, finishing her steak as she pushed her plate forward. Harry vanished that too, leaving the two at an empty table.

"So...looking forward to the next adventure?" Claire asked.

"As much as one can enjoy a possible dance with Lady Death herself," Harry replied with a grin.

"Lady Death, eh? What's she like?"

"Bit of a bitch. Haven't met her though," Harry answered, his grin turning into a smile as the two watched each other. After a moment, Harry coughed, looking away as he got to his feet. He downed the rest of his water, vanishing the cup. When he turned to look at Claire once more, he found her looking away, finishing her own drink. Once she was done, she set it down on the table, pushing it forward like she had her plate. Harry vanished it, pushing past the awkwardness as he spoke. "Well...I'm gonna head to bed. So...I'll see you in the morning,"

"See you then," Claire replied, looking down at the table. Harry nodded, moving up the steps to the second floor. The room to the right of the stairs was Leon's and the one to the left was Sherry's. He decided to take the room next to Sherry, ensuring that if something were to get into her room - though he doubted that due to the wards he had placed around the home would allow that - he would be aware thanks to his senses. Harry opened to door, stepping in as he pulled off his cloak, hanging it on the door as he opened the dresser drawers. He found a pair of shorts and a t-shirt, pulling them on as he turned to close his door. He ran right into Claire in the hall as she examined the door across from his.

"Night Claire," Harry spoke.

"Night Harry," Claire replied with a smile, moving into her chosen room as she closed the door. Harry smiled, closing his own door as he got changed. He laid down in the now clean bed, and pulled the covers up around himself. With a deep sigh, Harry closed his eyes, letting a smile pass over his face as he fell asleep.

POV: Harry Potter | September 30th, 1998

Harry Potter stood in the middle of the Safe House kitchen, flipping pancakes and sizzling bacon as he prepared breakfast for the others the old fashioned way. He hadn't slept well the night before due the thought of facing Nemesis once more, and decided to start the day off with a stress reliever. He had just flipped a pancake when he heard someone run down the stairs. Due to the quick pace and the weight behind each step, Harry knew it had to be Sherry, and his suspicions were proven true when she ran up to him, moving to his side as she stood up on her toes, smelling the bacon and eggs as she smiled. "Mommy never cooked us food unless we were home for holidays. We always had stuff brought to us in the lab," Sherry explained.

"Well, as long as you stick with me you'll be getting home-cooked meals," Harry replied. He'd only met Annette twice during his time in Umbrella, and had only met William once when the two scientists were contemplating injecting him with the G-Virus. Spencer had refused, sure it would damage Harry's personality - what was left of it - and make him unstable. But they had seemed like the careless parents they turned out to be, making Harry a bit sad. He hadn't known his parents, Sherry had and they were terrible. Shaking his head, Harry spoke. "Breakfast will be done in five minutes Sherry. Why don't you get yourself a glass of orange juice or milk and take a seat?" He asked.

"Can I have chocolate milk? It's my favorite," Sherry told him.

"Sure thing, just stocked up," It was a white lie. He hadn't actually gone to a store to buy some, but had merely displaced a shipment of chocolate milk from a truck directly into their fridge, making sure it was cold before breakfast. "Thanks, Harry," Sherry called out, shutting the door to the fridge as she opened a jug of chocolate milk. She poured it into a glass as Harry gave her a nod. Sherry put the jug back into the fridge, and took a seat at the table just as footsteps moved down the stairs. Based on the weight and the speed of the steps, Harry assumed it was Claire. He was right when Sherry exclaimed her name. "Hey Sherry? I see you've got yourself a beverage. Anything left in there?" Claire asked, motioning to the fridge.

"Yeah, Harry got me a whole box of chocolate milk. He's the best," Sherry replied, taking a sip of her milk as Harry chuckled, shaking his head as Claire moved to his side, examining his food. Claire snatched a piece of bacon, eating it two bites as she let out a soft moan. Motioning down at the bacon, Claire turned to Sherry, nodding. "You're not wrong there. His bacon's amazing,"

"Well, I have a special technique," Harry replied with a shrug.

"Magic?" Sherry asked, enthusiastic.

"Well, yes, but I don't make the bacon with magic. I just use magic to distribute heat across the entire skillet, ensuring every piece is cooked at the same temperature no matter where they are on the skillet," Harry replied. He dumped the last of the bacon on the plate, and with the flick of his hand the entire break began to levitate off of the counters and spiral around the kitchen. He merely did it to entertain Sherry, who was trying to snatch plates from the sky as he purposely dodged her. After a minute of laughs coming from Harry and Claire at the girls antics, he actually set the table, taking a seat as he crossed his fingers. Sherry began to eat immediately, stopping after a moment when she realized Claire and Harry weren't eating.

"What's wrong?" Sherry asked.

"Food's poisoned," Harry replied. Sherry's eyes widened, only for Harry to laugh. "Just kidding. We're waiting for Leon. He's getting ready to come down in a moment," Harry replied. He could hear Leon pulling on his shoes.

"So...are you two boyfriend and girlfriend?" Sherry asked. Harry - who had been taking a drink from his glass - spit into his cup, coughing slightly at the unexpected question. Sherry giggled, something Harry didn't need given the fact he thought he was choking. Taking a deep breath to regain his composure, Harry shook his head. "No. No, nothing like that. We're just...we're...well I..." Harry turned to Claire, who seemed just as ready to forget about the question as he was. After a moment, Leon moved down the stairs. "Ah! Leon, buddy. Good timing. Breakfast is ready," Harry spoke, glad Leon was there to change the topic. Claire was blushing slightly, and Sherry was giggling behind her cup.

A confused Leon raised an eyebrow, but the side of his lips twitched upwards into a smile. "Um...ok," He spoke, taking a seat between Harry and Claire as he looked around the table. "Did you make all this?" He asked Harry.

"I have a knack for cooking. Learned young," Harry replied. "Dig in," He added enthusiastically. It had been the first time he had cooked a breakfast in almost three years, and if Claire's comment about his bacon were anything to go by, he still had the craft. He stuck his fork into some of his scrambled eggs, and took a bite. He didn't mean to toot his own horn, but it was probably one of the better batches he'd ever made. Maybe his enhanced senses helped him determine when stuff like meals were perfectly cooked. It didn't make sense, but whatever. "This is good," Leon commented, pouring some syrup onto his pancakes before adding some to Sherry's at her request. The breakfast was passed with idle chit-chat, with the four eating away before Harry and Claire were to leave for the city.

Once breakfast was done, Harry banished the abandoned food and the dining-ware before turning to Leon. "If either of you two get hungry, the fridge acts like my trunk. Just ask for something and it'll give it. Same goes for the cabinet by the microwave, in case you want anything that's canned. And silverware is there," He motioned to the drawer at the edge of the counter.

"I have a feeling we're going to be fine," Leon told Harry, knowing the wizard was a bit worried at leaving them behind like he was. They were sixty miles out of the city, but you never know how far one of those things can walk in six days. Six days. The whole mess in Raccoon City had begun six days prior, and he had arrived within Raccoon City three days into the outbreak. It had all felt like one long day. Fighting Nemesis, meeting Jill, the incident in South Avenue, the incident at the Gas Station, the fights with Nemesis at the Police Station, the Main Hall incident, the fight with William, the retrieval of the vaccine, the fights with Mr. X #2 and William, and finally building this place. Two and a half days of non-stop mission and war. Harry almost didn't want to leave this. It was almost like they were all a family...almost.

Claire still had to find her brother, Sherry had no living relatives, Harry was alone in the world unless he found Sirius, and Leon would go on his own path. They would separate once Raccoon City was destroyed. Harry could feel it. He had decided the night before that once he was done with Raccoon City, he would assist the survivors in their reintegration, before going back to the UK in search of Sirius as well as the Veil. If he could, he would go back through it again, see if he could make it back home. If the veil was even there anymore. Who knows, Umbrella might have destroyed it. If he couldn't do that, he would go looking for Sirius...if he was alive. Harry didn't know how dimensional travel worked - at least that's what he thought it was called - and could only wonder when Sirius may have appeared here. There was no way that the Umbrella guys could have collected and taken away Sirius in the two minutes it took for Harry to follow. And Harry wasn't sure how this dimension's calendar matched his. Sure, it was 1998 for both, but there was always time differences, meaning that two years could pass here and two decades could pass there. He never knew.

What he did know was that he would be going to Europe. He supposed he could go with Claire while she looked for Chris, but he worried he would be getting in the way. Harry was also afraid on one major possibility if he were to be caught by Umbrella. Reconditioning. He was sure he could hold his own against anything Umbrella sent his way, but if he slipped up just once, he risked putting all of his friends and loved ones in danger. Jill, Claire, Sherry, Leon, and Carlos. They would all be in danger because he had gotten in the way, getting captured in some way before losing his already fragile mind. He had yet to remember most of his old life, being left with only names, faces, fragments, and a mountain of memories nowhere near what he wanted. And yet he didn't want to lose it all. Harry had just found himself, and wasn't ready to lose himself so quickly.

It didn't take long for him to be pulled out of his thoughts by Claire, who descended the stairs after having gone up to retrieve her clothes. She was back in her black tank top, red leather jacket, blue jeans, and brown boots. Her hair was back into its long pony-tail with strands of hair falling over her face, and her blue eyes sparkled against the sunlight as they found his. Smiling, Claire spoke. "Ready to go?"

"Yep. Got everything I need," Harry replied. He'd packed everything in his trunk, which he had then shrunken and then placed into his pouch. If he was crunching for time, he could just spill the contents out of the trunk, and collect them that way. Claire gave him a sharp nod, examining Harry as she noticed what he was holding in his hand. A brick. Frowning at the fact she knew what this was and what it did, Claire placed a hand on the brick, and with a POP! and spiral of black mist, the two disappeared from the safehouse.