So, it has been a full year since I started this story, and somehow, I have been able to update quite regularly, and this story is one of the few things I've done, where I am actually proud of.

Thank you guys for sticking around, and thank you for all your amazing support, it really helped.

Another shorter chapter then I hoped for, but again, it feels right, so I hope you enjoy.

Usual disclaimer is active, I don't own Harry Potter, nor do I own life is strange.

enough rambling again, enjoy!

Ch. 11 The white room

"Are you sure this is it?" Harry asked into his earpiece as he and David Madson parked just a bit out of sight from an old barn, positioned literally in the middle of nowhere.

"It should be." Harry heard Hermione's voice coming from the other side. "This is the last place they were active."

"Thanks Hermione, you will hear from me when I need backup."

"Let's scout out the area, see if there are any other entrances or exits." Harry spoke to David as he readied his weapon. "You go left, I go right, we will see each other on the other side."

Harry moved quietly on the right side of the barn building, noticing a smaller side door, but he did not see any windows or other doors the entire way.

"One side door, and the double doors up front." Harry stated quietly as he saw Madson move from his side of the building.

"So, two entrances, one large enough for a car. Which do you want to cover?" The larger man asked Harry. "And are we going in guns blazing or sneak in"

"I'll take the front, you go to the side, in thirty seconds we move in, as quietly as possible." Harry's statement was met with a silent nod, seeing the confirmation, Harry started quietly moving to the front. Just as quietly he took up positions at the front doors.

'ten, nine, eight…' Harry thought, readying to breach the door. 'seven, six, five…' All kinds of scenario's were running through his head. 'four, three, two, one.' Within the fraction of a second his mind took to state the last number, his door flew open completely silently.

He moved inside to the sight of complete emptiness, the only thing he noticed were an old tractor and David standing on the other side looking down at something.

After Harry checked his far larger side of the barn, only to learn the barn was owned by the Prescott family. He joined Madson, to the sight of a great heavy trapdoor.

"it seems to have been opened quite recently." Madson whispered, pointing to the leaves and hay spread out to the side of the trapdoor. Harry also noticed the open lock laying on the same side.

"Why close it, but not lock it?" Harry whispered. "The only reason I can think of, is if someone is still inside there."

"Exactly what I was thinking." David whispered back. "Although they could have been a bit to hasty, and just didn't think they had enough time to lock it." David continued his thought

"A very good option." Harry muttered.

"In three." Harry whispered, taking hold of the latch. "One, two, three." Again, Harry's magic worked instantly to completely silence the trapdoor as it was opened by the two man.

The moment it was opened fully David descended the stairs with his gun at the ready and as silent as possible, Harry quickly took up his rear.

The two entered into a small storage area with light coming from a sideroom, completely covered by translucent rubber drapes.

Harry quickly looked around as David immediately took up position on the side of the door opening.

Noting a lot of canned food and bottles of water, Harry took a closer look, he quickly noticed boxes for camera equipment, after a silent inspection, he noted they were empty, he did not see any guns, or any signs of their presence. This however did not calm his mind by much, as this could just as well mean, the person or as he expected people inside, were already armed.

After his quick inspection he moved to the other side of the opening, making eye contact with the other man. A quick nod from the both of them, and they simultaneously entered the room.

It was completely white, a glass bureau with a brand new looking pc set upon it stood in a corner, a wall of files, books and equipment at the back, and a filing cabinet stationed in the same area.

"Clear." The two spoke simultaneously.

"Bugger." Harry muttered looking around the room. "What is this all?"

"Seems to me like a studio." David stated looking around.

Harry meanwhile suddenly stood stockstill as a realization hit him.

"A room, similar to a hospital room…" Harry muttered to himself, He looked around once more, noting the white… "This is where Kate had been taken…" Harry muttered to himself, seeing David look at him. He quickly explained what he meant.

"It seems I owe someone my apology." David muttered to himself.

Harry moved to the tripod stood in the middle of the room.

"Hmm…" He muttered looking down at the two earpieces laying on the ground, seemingly crushed.

"Madson!" Harry spoke, as he picked one up.

David moved towards him, immediately noticing the small earpieces on the ground. "You give those to them?" He exclaimed. "Why? Those are military grade tracking and communication devices." He observed.

"What better way to make sure I can find them?" Harry asked, worry edged in his voice. "But this is further than five minutes away from the school, yet they were destroyed here." He muttered. "Something seems off, did they just ignore me, or were our communications cut." He muttered to himself.

"Max would be unable to ignore you, even under Chloe's orders, so that is not the case." David stated, "We are going to presume someone cut off the com's."

"Hermione, have the girls tried to make contact with you?" Harry asked into his earpiece.

"Not that I'm aware of." Hermione said, before Harry could hear her questioning others in the room.

"Definitely not, we have had someone near the com system since we got your first call, and they have not tried to contact us." He heard Hermione another few seconds later.

"Then we may have a problem, their coms have been destroyed here, and as we both know, they would have been able to receive our communication, even if they were in here, yet they didn't. Another weird thing, there are no cars here, yet there should be three."

"That is weird, I'll put someone on the traffic cameras." Hermione said.

"You know the drill Har, look for clues to possible locations they could have gone."

"Got it," Harry said, before he asked Hermione a quick question. "Oh, and send Luna and Neville up here for me will you? I feel like I am going to need them.

"They will be there in a minute." Hermione said once more.

"Who are Luna and Neville?" David asked Harry as he noticed Harry move around a bit more again.

"Two old school friends of mine, both are amazing in their own right." Harry said, a fond smile on his face. "They were with me in every major battle I have ever fought."

Without further interruption the two continued their search for clues.

"I found this on the tray up there." David said, holding out a small bottle, and nodding to the tray filled with pictures and a syringe.

"Sedatives?" Harry asked inspecting the bottle.

"Seems like it." David said inspecting it once more.

"When we leave we will have the police take a look around." Harry said moving to the bureau.

"interesting…" He muttered as he saw multiple files lying opened on it.

"Madson, take a look at this!" Harry spoke a bit louder "Photos of both Kate and Rachel." He said handing over the photo's. "And another folder for Victoria, still empty though." Harry said after opening it.

"What kind of sick individuel does this?" David asked in shock looking at the pictures of Kate being tied up in a drugged state. When he came to the pictures of Rachel however, his face switched from disgust to recognition.

"I know that place, it's the junkyard!" He spoke. "And with Prescott next to her…"

"Well, we have our proof now." Harry said, a grim smile creeping onto his face. "And we know where they are most likely at."

"You think they are at the junkyard?" David asked As Neville and Luna entered the room.

"Madson, may I introduce you to Neville Longbottom and Luna Lovegood." Harry spoke as he noticed them. "And this is David Madson, stepfather of one of the two girls who helped me a lot over the last twenty four-ish hours."

"And to answer your previous question, yes, I'm quite sure they are at the junkyard."

"Then what are we waiting for?" The man spoke already on his way out of the room, but he paused when he heard Harry speak to the other two.

"Well, it's good to see the two of you." Harry said, a genuine smile adorning his face, yet he seemed hesitant to come closer to the two.

"You should have just called us earlier." Neville spoke, a small smile playing on his face.

"Yeah, it was not nice of you not to write me." Luna spoke with a glare, before changing to her regular dreamy state. "I do however want to thank you for the pictures of the kitsune and bakeneko. They really are amazing creatures, don't you agree." Before Harry could answer however, he had a blond cannonball clinging to him.

"I knew you would like those." Harry said, a huge grin plastered onto his face. "How did you work out I was the one who send those pictures to you?" Harry asked.

"You are the only one with the luck to be able to come across them, and somehow be able to persuade them to let you take a picture of them." Luna said, stepping back out of the hug with a dreamy smile plastered on her face once more.

"I really can't talk myself out of that logic." Harry said with a chuckle, remembering how he saved both from two hunters who had been hunting them in the middle of Tokyo.

"So, tell us as much as you can about our situation." Neville said.

"We'll tell you everything on our way to the junkyard." Harry spoke moving to the exit where David had been waiting on them, unable to break the surprisingly emotional interaction between the other man and the two newcomers.

As they moved up the stairs Harry finally heard Deaths voice once more.

"Harry, you need to get to those girls of yours quick, or they will not survive it." Deaths voice came from the ring on Harry's finger.

"Got it." Harry spoke, "I'm sorry mister Madson, but we will need a visual image so we can get there faster." Harry said.

The moment the man turned around to ask him what he meant, Harry had already dived into his mind, and was searching for the image he needed. The moment he found it, he left the larger man's mind, and turned around, looking the other two in the eye, and imprinting the image into their mind.

"Since when have you become so good in the mind arts?" Neville asked in shock.

"No time, we apparate." Harry spoke, still steadying the other man, who was still in a daze thanks to the sudden intrusion.

A few seconds later everyone in the old barn had apparated to the entrance of an old junkyard.

Harry, Neville and Luna looked at the other man throwing up seemingly everything he had to eat over the last month.

"Probably should have warned him." Harry muttered, before he remembered why they were here. "So, just like old times." Harry spoke looking at the other two. "Wands out, we are not taking any risks, we presume they are armed, our main goal is to protect the girls, our secondary goal is to capture the two suspects." Harry spoke, easily slipping back into his role of leader.

"Understood." Neville and Luna spoke, both pulling their wands from their holsters.

Harry pulled out both his wands, and changed one of the two into a blue glowing shield.

"Find them." Harry spoke, before they made their way into the junkyard proper, flashes of Harry's dream the previous night showing him his relative destination.

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