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POV: Harry Potter | September 30th, 1998

Harry and Claire sat within the Main Hall of the Raccoon Police Department. With no sign of Nemesis and both T-00's dead, they both felt safe with the help of Harry's magic. They had set up a temporary camp within the hall, preparing food, water, and fresh clothes for anyone they would run into that night. They had already run into three survivors. Robert Kendo, who had been ambushed as his evac site, resulting in him sprinting for the police department in search of other survivors. At seeing them, Robert had agreed to help them look for other survivors in the building. This had resulted in them finding Commander Miguel of the U.S.S Alpha Team, though he had been working alongside 'Bravo Team' for quite some time. He was severely wounded, not infected, but wounded. It seemed he had given up, and had been left behind by his colleagues, making Harry question whether or not Captain HUNK had always been in the building. Miguel currently resided in a deep coma, lying in the middle of their safe-house as the three maneuvered around him.

After another hour of searching the entirety of the upper floors, Harry deemed the Police Department clear of all life and bioweapons, making them the only survivors in the building. He then moved on to searching in one hundred meter radius'. He immediately found several life signature with the help of a 'Homenum Revelio'. There were two women in a nearby bar hiding in a closet, they were starving and cold, having been locked in by the owner of the bar in fear for his life. There were three people in the storage room of the Pharmacy downtown, who had been stocking up on medicines when they were locked inside by the owner, who believed they were trying to steal said medicines. And one man residing in the gun-shop, hiding beneath the counter with a shotgun in hand, frightened for his life as he heard people go in and out of the building in multiple occasions.

Harry himself knew that a lot of survivors had already escaped the city with the help of the government or with the help of the police or their own wit and need for survival. By the time September 30th came to an end, Harry could only sense two others nearby. In the orphanage. He had been putting it off due to the fear of going near it. Harry could feel it. A darkness spreading from that building that he hadn't felt in a long time. Something he couldn't describe or name. But it felt off, and he hadn't been ready to go in until Claire acknowledged the fact that the survivors could be dead by the time we actually arrived to get them. Harry conceded, and decided that he, Claire, and Kendo would go investigate and bring the last survivors to the Police Department.

That was where they stood now. With the three of them silently walking up the front steps, guns in hand as they faced the door. Without much strength, Harry kicked the door down, leading the charge into the building as they stepped into the main hall. Harry stopped, Claire and Kendo stopping as well as he looked between the door to their left and the stairs. Beyond the door to the left was the two live signatures, but up the stairs was the darkness that he had sensed. He didn't want to enter through the door and risk losing the opportunity to find the dark object. "You two check on the survivors through that room. I'm going to check upstairs," Kendo raised an eyebrow, but gave Harry a nod as he moved forward. Claire didn't question him, and merely pushed forward beside Kendo.

With the survivors handled, Harry cautiously moved up the steps of the orphanage. He stepped onto the landing, and found a single door. Harry stepped through, his assault rifle firmly in hand as he stepped into what looked like a nursery. Furniture lay everywhere, creating a path but was otherwise an inconvenience. He moved through the path, the flashlight on his rifle lighting the way as he became prepared for anything. His spells could only track living humans, not the undead, which put him at a disadvantage in the off-chance they wanted to sneak up on him.

His grip tightened on his rifle as the feeling of darkness spread over him, drawing him closer as he stepped through a door and into a corridor. It was a small one, with only two doors on the left at the end of the hall. Harry ignored the first door, stepping right up to the second door. With bated breath, Harry grabbed the doorknob, turning it ever so slightly as he aimed towards the crack. After a moment, he shoved the door open all the way, only to find a bedroom covered in pitch-black. He felt himself be pulled towards the corner closest to the door, his flashlight lighting up said corner to reveal...a book. Or more so a diary. Harry knelt down, picking it up with his gloved hand as he opened it. He was expecting it to be blank and suddenly speak with him, but instead he was met with diary entries and heart-felt declarations of fear and innocence by one of the children that used to reside here.

But he could feel the darkness there, hidden between the ink and paper as he searched for any sign. Any sign at all. But that was when the book suddenly slammed shut in his grasp, falling to the floor as it began to shake and wiggle. It didn't seem to let up, and was letting off a lot of magical energy. This...this was no ordinary Horcrux. This was a self-destructing Horcrux. Getting to his feet, Harry could only make out the sound of gunshots below as he ran through the hallway. He apparated back into the Front Hall, slamming through the door that held survivors as he was met with...holy shit. Kendo lie against the wall, riddled with bullet wounds in the chest. Claire stood at his side, clutching her abdomen with her gun raised. And across from them was a now deceased man shot in head, his dead grip on a young woman who appeared petrified. The man had been holding a shotgun.

Harry reacted instantly. "Claire!" He pulled out a coin, tossing it to her as she caught it. She examined it for a moment, before seemingly understanding. Claire rushed to the girl, pulling her close before speaking. "Portus," The two disappeared in a whirl of black and a Pop! leaving Harry, Kendo, and the deceased man. Harry bent down. He knew the outburst of magical energy - the kind that made muggles nauseous when travelling by apparition or portkey - would kill the dying man, and Harry needed to act fast. With the wave of his hand, Harry sent a subtle burst of magic at Kendo. The shotgun pellets pulled themselves out of the man, causing him to let out a muffled scream as the wounds began to slowly heal.

"Good enough," Harry commented. He grabbed Kendo by the arm, and apparated back into the station as the entire Orphanage suddenly blew like a shaken soda. Black clouds suddenly consumed the whole building, soaring into the air before clouding over the city. Harry - who had apparated next to one of their beds, levitated Kendo onto it, before getting to work. He had no time to worry about the Horcrux spirit, instead focusing on making sure the man who had lost his daughter to the outbreak lived to survive it.

"Harry, what the hell happened out there?" Claire asked, moving to his side.

"I can ask the same," Harry replied, his hand hovering over Kendo's chest as he slowly healed the wounds. It was easy to heal himself with the Progenitor Virus, but to heal someone else after shotgun pellets went through both of their lungs, their ribs, and their stomach was something all together different. "Back home, there were these dark artifacts known as Horcrux's that Dark Wizards and Witches used to store parts of their soul, ensuring immortality. While I didn't know this until I got some help from Umbrella's library, I learned that I've encountered one only once before. Tom Riddle's Diary. I don't remember the specifics, but what I do know is that he killed my parents, and when he was a kid he created a Horcrux out of his diary. I think I destroyed it...with a tiger fang?" He shook his head...not important. "The point is, I sensed one in the orphanage. And it was there,"

"What did it look like?"

"A diary. Old and partially burnt. It had writing in it, not like Riddle's. Riddle's was tied to his young memory, meaning he could actually talk to you through the book. But this Horcrux was just a normal diary...until I touched it," Harry explained. Once he had finished healing Kendo's wounds, Harry bandaged the man, ensuring that if the wounds were to reopen he wouldn't bleed out. "It sensed my magical core, and snapped shut. It then went into self-destruct mode, something I didn't know I could do. I bolted out of there, got back downstairs, tossed you the coin, and you know the rest,"

"The son of a bitch ambushed us," Claire spoke. "Came out from the supply closet with that girl in his arms, a gun pointed at her head. We outgunned and outmanned him, and told him to put the pistol down. He did, but pulled a shotgun out of nowhere and shot Rob. I put a bullet between his eyes and that's when you came in," She explained. Harry nodded in understanding, wiping the blood off his hand as the two turned towards the young girl, who was being comforted by some of the other survivors, who were offering her food, water, and a change of clothes. Harry turned to Claire after making eye contact with the girl. "Her name's Katherine Warren, daughter to Mayor Warren. She was left here alone when her father left the city on the 24th. She's been looking for her boyfriend Ben,"

"You mean...the dead journalist downstairs Ben?" Claire questioned.

"Right in one," Harry replied with a sad expression. "She was being held by Police Chief Brian Irons, who had a reputation with working with Umbrella. There's nothing about him from the 'Umbrella Library' other than a redacted file pulled out by former S.T.A.R.S operative Albert Wesker. I'm pretty sure the outbreak caused the man to snap, but you can never be too sure nowadays. He could have been one of those crazies pretending to be a normal everyday person," He resisted the urge to call himself out. After all, he had been crazy enough to not free himself from Umbrella's operations, and had been on enough undercover operations that he had had to be pretty much everyone you could think of.

"So...are there any more survivors but these?" Claire asked, folding her arms as she looked around their little safe-haven. Harry frowned, shutting his eyes as he sent out a 'Homenum Revelio' throughout the city. He could sense a few survivors left, but they were all in the Hospital or beneath it, leading Harry to believe it was all clear. Harry was sure to have missed people, but most of the city had been either evacuated or turned into zombies, which was confusing his tracking spells beyond another level. He would have to find a way to make a spell that could track zombies. Harry had modified spells before, but had never outright created one himself. It was an interesting idea to him.

"Yeah. All I can sense are Jill, Carlos, and Tyrell. But we can get to them when we've gotten all of these people to the safe-house out of town," Harry replied.

"Do we have the room there for this many people?" Claire asked, counting thirteen survivors.

"I can always expand the house, make the bedrooms bigger and add partitions. They can stay there for as long as they need until they can get back onto their feet," Harry answered. Claire gave him a nod, smiling as she moved towards Katherine, who still appeared in shock as she sat silently in a bed given to her by one of the other survivors. Turning to face the door to the elevator, Harry felt a small tingle move down the back of his neck. After a moment, he turned around to find nothing. A chill passed over his entire body as he looked up at the now repaired ceiling. There was a figure standing on the glass dome, its shadow being cast down by the moonlight. Harry frowned, and realized it was a B.O.W. Not Nemesis, but something else entirely.

With a sigh, Harry moved towards Claire, who was kneeling down beside Katherine, trying to comfort her. He knelt down beside her. "Sorry to interrupt the conversation, but...we've got a problem," Harry said. At Claire's confused expression, he pointed upwards. Claire looked up, and her eyes widened as she saw the figure. It was merely standing there, idly watching them. "Pack everything up and take the portkey back to the Safe House. I'll deal with whatever this guy is," Harry explained.

"Ok, just...come back safe," Claire told him.

"You know I will. Now get out of here," Harry replied. Claire gave him a sharp nod, getting to her feet as she moved around their small camp, informing the survivors that they needed to pack up and get to the Goddess Statue, where they had left the brick/portkey.

Harry meanwhile stepped outside of the station, rain pouring down his face as he looked up at the sky. The figure now stood at the edge of the building, looking down at him. It definitely wasn't Nemesis. This bioweapon was like him. A normal looking human. Roughly 6' 5", with silver hair falling down to his neck. He wore a black trench-coat with red cuffs and a red collar. And his right eye was completely gone, his left glowing blue like Harry's had. Pulling out his wand, Harry flicked his wand. His grey and red suit materialized around him as his eyes glowed yellow. He grew to his first form, increasing in size three feet, as his suit enlarged as well. After a moment, the creature jumped down from the roof, slamming down onto his knee as he landed in front of the station's front gate.

Growling in anger, Harry let out a scream as he began to slowly morph into his second form. He wasn't going to face this thing without his full arsenal. With a growl, Harry launched himself towards the mysterious bioweapon, tackling him to the ground as the two began to fight. This would be a long night if the past few hours had anything to do with it.

POV: Jill Valentine | October 1st, 1998

Jill Valentine slowly opened her eyes, unsure of what was happening. She could remember the explosion down on South Avenue...the train ride...the attack and derailing...the escape...the fight with Nemesis...and then...the son of a bitch infected her. Then how was she alive? Shouldn't she be dead or a walking corpse? Shaking her head, Jill slowly sat up in the medical bed, looking around to find that no one else was in the room. There was a supply box in the corner of the room, as well as a static TV hanging from the wall that had been manually turned on. Someone had definitely been here. Most likely Carlos or 'Newt'. Speaking of 'Newt', had something happened to him? And what had caused the explosion on South Avenue?

The door shot open, pulling Jill out of her thoughts as 'Newt' himself walked towards her. He wore a bright smile and wore a black, red, and white uniform. At seeing her up and fine, 'Newt' smiled, clapping his hands together. "Jill! Thank god you're ok! I've got good news. It's over now. The city's safe," Jill didn't get to celebrate as a pain shot through her abdomen. She fell to the floor, spitting out blood as she reached out for 'Newt'. Only now 'Newt' was crouching, his skin pale and his eyes yellow. He was hissing and squirming as he faced her. "SHOOT ME, JILL!" A gun appeared in Jill's hand as it pointed itself at 'Newt'. The bioweapon only grinned madly. "It's the only way," He added. At seeing she wouldn't do it, 'Newt' snarled, before lunging at Jill.

She let out a scream as she shot up in bed. The room was once more empty, and the tv was on. There was an emergency report on the news, one that caught her attention. "Attention all citizens. The missile strike on Raccoon City will occur in just hours. The payload is designed to eradicate all biological material. You will not survive if you remain in the city. Evacuate now. Repeat: evacuate now." Jill's eyes widened as she looked around the room. It was completely empty. All except for a clock that read 2:12a.m. It was early in the morning, so the bomb would probably be dropped at dawn, which was only four hours away. Getting up from the bed, Jill cracked her neck, standing up slowly to ensure she didn't stumble or fall.

Stepping out of the room, Jill ran into Tyrell, who looked like he was going to enter the room. "Morning sunshine," He commented with a smile.

Jill rolled her eyes, but smiled in return. "You saved my life," She told him.

"I sure as shit didn't," Tyrell replied instantly. "That was all Carlos. He carried you here and treated you himself...crazy bastard,"

"Where is he? And where's 'Newt'?" Jill questioned. She hadn't seen him since his fight with Nemesis on Main Avenue. Tyrell winced, and leaned forward as he began typing away. "Carlos went underground. Bard stockpiled the vaccine down there, enough to give the government hope in case something like this ever happened again,"

"What about the city? Can't we use the cure to get the government to back off?" Jill asked.

"Nope. According to our friendly bioweapon 'James' - not 'Newt' - all viruses developed by Umbrella evolve with time. While in their containers they remain docile, but when released, the viruses mutate to spread out quicker," Jill was about to mention the Spencer Mansion, and how that building was still up after being ground zero for the infection. "The virus never made contact with the soil, and thus couldn't evolve through dirt, water, or even air. It was an isolated incident, while Raccoon City isn't. According to James, we only have two days left until the virus evolves to the point that it can be carried by air,"

"And thus travel down-wind, infecting millions if not billions," Jill said in realization.

"Exactly. And even if we did save the city, there's no way we can distribute the cure in just a day or two. It would take weeks to set something like that up, and by then we would all be screwed," Tyrell explained. "As for where James went, he left on the 28th to go find survivors in the station and lead them out of the city. But he hasn't shown up. So either he left and isn't coming back, he got taken down by Nemesis, or Umbrella got their hands on him again,"

"Ok...ok...I should go after Carlos. He won't be able to get the vaccine in time alone," Jill spoke.

"I guess I'm not talkin' you out of this. The storage facility is underground, beneath this hospital. I've lost contact with Carlos, so expect trouble," Tyrell warned. Jill gave him a thankful nod, readying her weapons as she stepped into the back stairwell. She dispatched the zombies that challenged her with her magnum Lightning Hawk. She had found it lying on her stomach, and had assumed Tyrell or Carlos had laid it there in the chance that she returned to the land of the living. Over the next forty-five minutes, Jill moved through the facility, moving down the cargo lift before appearing within the Bioweapon's Shipping room. There were boxes lying everywhere, but none of them wre open and none of them were moving or producing sound, so Jill assumed they were safe.

She then stepped into the Warehouse, encountering dozens of zombies and other bioweapons as she solved puzzles for the fuses that would reactivate the power to the elevator that led to the Surveillance Room. A parting gift from Nicholai. Once she had located the fuses, she rebooted the power and used the power to get to the Surveillance Room. There, she found an Unfinished Activity Log, which had been written and left behind by Nicholai himself. She could hear metal twisting and crashing above her, but took the time to lean back against the console and read the log. It said;

9/26;
- 1300: Infiltrated RC. Disturbances are sporadic. Commencing mission.
- 1930: Observed five R.P.D. officers engaging a pack 20 strong. Officers annihilated in 20 min.

9/27;
- 1200: Test run at university. Diverted pack (incl. canines) to campus. 64% infection and conversion in 2 hrs. No survivors.
- 2300: Successful rendezvous with MV Platoon. Will make first attempt at dawn.

9/28;
- 0430: Diverted pack toward command post. Result: night skirmish in confined area with large number of combatants (video attached).
- 0800: End of skirmish. Seven survivors.
- 1800: Unknown bioweapon deployed at Point D18. Tracking it per orders. It appears to be on the hunt.
- 2000: Plane crashes south-east of previously deployed bioweapon. Bioweapon appears present within wreckage.
- 2200: Got eyes on two S.T.A.R.S.: a male (infected) and female. Bioweapon is pursuing the female.

9/29;
- 0000: Female JV has made contact with MV Platoon. Bioweapon's appearance and behavior are consistent with Project N. Investigating.
- 0400: Observed bioweapon wielding conventional weapons. It seems to be strongly fixated on terminating JV and knows the city layout. Evidence it can be imprinted?
- 0415: Second bioweapon appears to have survived plane crash, and is hostile towards first bioweapon. Appears fixated on JV.
- 0445: Both bioweapons duel within Main Avenue. Energy discharged released by Bioweapon #2, destroys entirety of South Avenue. JV and CO survived.
- 0500: Second bioweapon appears to have extraordinary abilities, including the ability to teleport. Second bioweapon disappears. Investigating.
- 0700: Metamorphosis in the bioweapon triggered by a hostile encounter with JV (video attached). JV has been infected and is non-responsive. Collected samples per orders.
- 1800: Commotion within and around the Raccoon City Police Department displays a second duel between the first and second bioweapons.
- 1915: Upon entering RPD, extreme damage viewable to walls and ceiling done by the first, second, and a third bioweapon. One casualty reported.
- 2330: Nest #1 Facility suffered from self-destruct sequence. G-Virus sample reportedly destroyed. Second bioweapon rumored to be involved alongside three others. Investigating.
- 2345; Investigation has concluded that second bioweapon escaped the facility through the use of the Emergency Evacuation System, a mobile train that has led all four out of the city. Destination unknown. Investigating.

9/30;
- 0030: Over 17 hours have elapsed since JV's exposure to virus. Conversion has been slow, suggesting she may be resistant.
- 0400: Vaccine recovered and administered to JV by CO, a soldier in MV Platoon. JV expected to be fit for combat approx. 20 hrs. post-exposure. It seems clear the bioweapon is Project N. Contact with JV causes it to change and evolve. Will induce further encounters to obtain more precise data.

Jill frowned. So James had been back in the city and had escaped through the other train that differed from the subway. She was relieved. When Jill had learned that James had gotten out of the city safe. It also surprised her that James was the one behind the South Avenue explosion. She had known he had special abilities due to the teleportation and infinite ammo, but something like that was big. Jill was pulled from her thoughts by the sound of the elevator she had used to get up there rising into the room. She spun around, aiming her magnum at the elevator only to see Tyrell, who held onto his assault rifle as he too pointed it at her. The two breathed a sigh of relief, before lowering their respective weapons.

"I got through! They're wiling to negotiate and call off the strike if - and this is one big-ass 'if' - we can deliver the vaccine to them before the launch," Tyrell exclaimed.

"How long do we have? And what about the virus evolution?" Jill asked.

"Well, a couple hours at most. And our resident genius Umbrella wizard is bound to come back for his 'handler', and when he does, I'm sure he'll find a way to spread the cure," Tyrell replied.

"I suppose we shouldn't waste one more second," Jill said. Tyrell gave her a nod, and turned to the door that led into the NEST #2 facility. They only made it halfway when the ceiling of the warehouse behind them suddenly caved in. Two giants fell through the ceiling, slamming into the ground as one stood over the other. Jill immediately went on guard, not recognizing either as the brawled. One wore a trench coat with a red collar and red cuffs, silver hair falling down his face and a missing right eye. And the other was large like Nemesis, with spikes protruding from its back, clawed hands, and orange skin that made Jill kind of sick. It was when he raised his hands to slam them into the bioweapon beneath the Jill's eyes widened. It was James. His eyes were black with the green iris' still there. He was slightly taller than he had been before, but he seemed to have mutated like Nemesis. She wondered if it was permanent, or if he could change back. After all, she had seen him do it in his old form.

James slammed his fists into the man's face, knocking the guy out cold as James got slowly got to his feet. He was breathing heavily, his claws extending as he proceeded to stab the man in the chest. Tyrell lowered his rifle, the sudden noise of his gun causing James' gaze to shoot to the left. There, his eyes widened at the sight of the two of them. With a grin, he got to his feet and turned on his heel. He disappeared, reappearing at the console. He was back to his normal height of 6' 1", standing straight as he examined the two. After a moment, he spoke. "So, it seems Carlos was able to get you the vaccine,"

Jill raised an eyebrow. His speech was different, and his eyes no longer shuffled between green and blue. The implants on his temples were gone, and he was wearing a grey cloak with a red interior, with a high-collared buttoned-up shirt beneath. "You sound - and look - different," Jill commented.

"Got some stuff figured out with the help of some new friends," James replied. He extended his hands. "The name's Harry. Harry Potter. James is my father. Got a bit confused," He confessed. Jill smiled, shaking his hand as he turned and shook hands with Tyrell, who suddenly gasped as the wound at his side suddenly vanished. "So. I assume you're heading down to the NEST facility in search of the vaccine?" Harry asked, cracking his finger as both Jill and Tyrell gave him a nod. He frowned, looking out the window towards the unconscious and stabbed bioweapon. "Well...I was gonna use this on you in case Carlos couldn't get it first, but I suppose you can use this more than I can," Jill and Tyrell's eyes widened as Harry pulled out a vial filled with pink liquid. The vaccine. "Developed it in the NEST #1 facility before it was blown to hell. Figured I could use it for something,"

"So all we have to do is get Carlos out of there," Tyrell said.

"No, you head up to the roof. There's a helicopter up there waiting for you to get out of the city. Get to the Army facility thirty miles out, and give them the vaccine. You'll get there in about forty-five minutes, so you'll make the time limit. Give them the vaccine," Harry explained. He then turned to Jill. "You and I will go down, get Carlos, develop two more vaccines, and return to the police station,"

"Why the police station? And what's your plan?" Jill questioned.

"Well...I've got a Plan A and Plan B. Plan A is good, great even. But Plan B is terrible. So...I'll keep them to myself to ensure no-one gets their hopes up or is angry," Harry replied. He pulled a small pencil out of his pocket, and handed it to Tyrell, who frowned and raised his eyebrows. "It's a portkey. Will take you up to surface level. I don't know where the roof of this complex is, so it'll take you to the roof of the police station's clocktower. Use it as a lookout to find the helicopter, and get out of the city. And don't worry about clearing the police station again, it's warded to keep intruders out, including zombies. Though if Nemesis comes around, he'll be too strong for the wards, so he can wander all he wants,"

"Got it. How do I use it?" Tyrell asked.

"Just say the word 'Portus' and it'll take you to the station," Harry replied. Tyrell gave the man a nod, before turning to Jill. Placing a hand on her shoulder, Tyrell spoke. "Take care of yourself, Jill. And get out of the city if you can. I'll try to make contact if they decide to drop it anyway," Jill gave Tyrell a smile and a nod, before Tyrell muttered 'Portus'. In a whirl of black and a POP! Tyrell was gone.

"So...ready to go?" Harry asked.

"I was born ready, Potter," Jill replied with a grin, clocking her magnum as the two turned towards the door. They had work to do and a city and friend to save.