Author Notes
I had a comment about my OC Felicity.
I'm normally not a huge fan of OC's myself but as the story progresses she'll become less important, kind of like Pepper Potts, Betty Ross, Jane Foster, Warrior's Three …
A few people have also mentioned that Harry isn't brutal enough.
Yes, Harry does suffer from Dumbledoreitiss. It's a question of his upbringing. Dumbles forged him into what he now is. On the other hand, I feel that most MCU "Heroes" are pretty brutal. Iron Man, War Machine, Falcon, Black Widow (obviously) frequently kill people in cold blood.
There are very few non-lethal heroes. Doctor Strange (to an extreme extent where he negotiates with a reality ending elder god ... DORMAMMU I'VE COME TO BARGAIN), Spiderman, Daredevil … that's it really.
CHAPTER 7Harry sat in a comfortable chair in his living room surrounded by books on divination, occlumency, a book on wards, the few tomes he had brought from the Black library and a notepad covered with notes and observation.
Mrs. Thompson was lying on his couch in his apartment still unconscious from the trauma of reliving her nightmare.
Harry had thrown together a few quick and dirty wards meant to protect against evil spirits but they were un-anchored and potentially powerless anyway since Harry was not even certain if the Thompsons were the victims of a vengeful spirit or spirits.
"Urgh, where am I?"
Harry marked his page on dream interpretation and carefully put his divination book down and turned to address his now waking client.
"You're in my living room Mrs. Thompson. You had a bit if a shock when I made you relive your nightmare … sorry."
The woman slowly sat up on the couch and accepted a glass of water Harry had conjured, not that she had noticed in her half aware state.
"I can remember it much better now. What does it mean?" she asked as she sat back on the couch, raising her knees to her chest.
Harry thought over his response for a few moments. He was not trained for this type of situation, he knew next to nothing about psychology other than the bits and pieces Hermione had fed him over the years to help him cope with his own horrible life.
The last time Harry had come face to face with the personification of his greatest fear, all he had had to do was laugh at it and shout 'Ridikulus' to make it go away. Harry seriously doubted that what he was facing here was a boggart.
"I'm not sure …" Harry began hesitantly.
"I'm looking into a few things." Harry replied indicating the piles of books.
Harry took a moment to collect his thoughts.
"Why was the creature chasing you a centaur?"
"I'm not sure what you mean." she offered hesitantly.
Harry decided to try another approach.
"Well … why was your husband dreaming of fire? Why is he afraid of fire?"
"When he was a child, around 7 years old, his house caught fire and he was trapped on the second floor. His entire room was in flames until a firefighter rescued him. He has burn scars on his legs."
Harry nodded silently.
"So why are you having nightmares about centaurs?" Harry asked.
"I … I don't know." she replied hesitantly.
Harry stared her in the eyes and attempted a subtle mental probe but between his lackluster skills and her confused emotional and mental state, he was only getting a migraine as memories flitted through his mind's eye at a dizzying pace.
"I think we had a good start. I think, with your permission, we'll go and have a visit with your husband and see if we can find out more. We can talk or meet up tomorrow after noon and see what our next steps will be." Harry offered.
"Yes. My husband is at the …"
Harry interrupted her, having seen the hospital name in her memories previously as he searched for her memory of the nightmare.
"The New York-Presbyterian Hospital."
"How … how do you know?" she asked hesitantly.
"It's my job to know." Harry added in a lackluster attempt at appearing wise and mysterious.
"So, there is something going on?" she asked hesitantly "Are we being haunted or …"
"I think there's more to these nightmares but I don't know what for sure. We need more information." Harry explained as he guided the woman through his sparsely furnished apartment.
"If you go downstairs to my office, Felicity will get your contact information. We'll do some digging and get back to you in a day or so or earlier if anything comes up."
The woman thanked him and made her way back to his office while Harry returned to his trunk.
"I closed up shop for the day. I called her a cab and sent her home."
Harry looked up from his trunk as he pulled out his invisibility cloak, his omnioculars, an extendable ear, an old half empty bottle of dreamless sleep potion and a small basic ward kit.
"So what's the story?" Felicity asked from her position by Harry's bedroom door.
"A haunting or curse maybe? Her memory of her dream was weird … I'm not the greatest with legilimency but that memory felt weird. We're going to head over to the New York-Presbyterian Hospital and see if the doctors have any information. I also have a few tricks I can try so we can see."
"You can read people's thoughts?" Felicity asked with interest and a little trepidation.
"Not exactly." he replied. "I can see memories and I'm pretty horrible at it."
Arriving at the hospital, Harry found a quiet corner and shrunk the Triumph down, concealing it in his pocket.
The judicious application of a confundus charm at the reception desk aided in locating Mr. Thompson's room.
The hospital was still quite busy considering the late hour but a weak notice-me-not charm guaranteed that the hospital staff did not disturb them.
"Room 405." Felicity said as she pointed down the hall to a set of double doors."Seems like there's someone in there. Can we just walk in?"
Harry looked through the windows of the double door and shook his head.
The room was a large windowless ward that contained twelve beds with eight of them occupied. The beds were surrounded by high tech machinery, the significance of which were lost to Harry.
The lights were turned down low and a pair of doctors were speaking in animated but hushed tones. A young clean shaved doctor appeared exasperated with his female counterpart.
"No, the notice me not charm makes people less likely to pay attention or notice us as long as we aren't too out of place or if they aren't specifically looking for us. My friend Hermione used to call it an SEP field."
"SEP?"
"Somebody Else's Problem. We're not invisible, just someone else's problem." Harry explained as he took out the extendable ear and directed it towards the occupants of the room.
"… toxicology reports have come back with nothing. MRI shows hyperactivity, their brains are lit up like christmas trees so something is going on but there is no physical trauma, no toxicological indicators, no virus, no parasite, no common environmental factors … Christine, I've got nothing to work with here."
The man sounded exasperated.
The woman sighed in defeat.
"I know Stephen, I was hoping with your attention to detail that you'd notice something. We're getting two more transfers and there's talk of the CDC coming in and taking over if we get anymore cases."
The man scoffed. "Those idiots wouldn't know the cerebrum from the cerebellum."
"We're not all super genius prodigies like you Stephen and I'm sure the doctors at the CDC think the same of us. Were also only just about to finish our residency so they might have a bit more reason to think we don't know what we're talking about. Anyways, I have some more rounds to do. Let me know if you think of anything because I'm fresh out of ideas."
"Are we still on for tomorrow night?" the man asked as he made to follow the woman back towards the doors.
Harry quickly withdrew the extendable ear and dragged felicity into a patient's room. Thankfully the three men in the room appeared to be sleeping.
"I thought you said they'd ignore us."
"I'm pretty sure standing around a restricted area dressed like we are would get their attention." Harry clarified as he poked his head out of the partially opened door.
Seeing the retreating forms of the doctors Harry pulled Felicity along with him into the ward and gently closed the doors.
"What are you doing now?"
Harry took out a small notepad from his pockets and after consulting his notes, began drawing some runes in chalk on the doors.
"Just adding a quick and dirty muggle repelling ward. Just enough so that people coming here without a very good reason will feel the need to turn back and go do something else like take a break or check on another patient. Unless it's really important for them to be here like an alarm goes off or critical medication needs to be administered. No ward stone and done in chalk so it won't last long but it should give a bit of time to check things out."
As Harry finished his explanation, he also finished inscribing the runes unto the door. A small blue flash after Harry activated the ward with his wand, confirming that the ward had just successfully activated.
"It's the first ward anyone learns when learning about warding and one of the simplest and most common wards where I come from. Unless they are magical, really strong willed or have an overwhelming purpose they'll be affected by the ward."
Harry walked over to Mr. Thompson's bed and pulled the chart attached to the end of the bed.
"Right! This might as well be written in Gobbledygook for all I can understand." Harry mumbled.
Felicity took the clipboard from his hands and began snapping pictures of the different pages using her cellphone camera.
"Might be able to do some research later." she explained in response to his puzzled expression.
Harry walked about the room looking at the various machines monitoring the patient's health. None of it was familiar to him. There were other patients and Harry assumed they were in a similar situation to the Thompsons.
"Done! What's next?" Felicity asked as she put her phone away.
"I'm going to try something stupidly reckless." Harry explained. "I'm going to try and view his dream. Dreams are just memories so I'm hoping this will work. If not then I'll try and give him a small dose of dreamless sleep potion hoping it'll break the nightmare but I don't know what drugs they have them under and how they might interact with the potion so I hope I won't have to try that."
Harry pulled a chair next to Mr Thompson's bed and gently turned the man's head towards him.
"If I'm in there for more than five minutes break my eye contact and that should pull me out. Also try and keep an eye on the hallway in case someones breaks through the repelling ward."
Felicity positioned herself by the doors and nodded back at Harry.
Harry took a calming breath and spelled his targets eyes open.
"This is not going to be fun." Harry murmured before vocalising the spell and plunging into the man's mind.
After a short but blinding kaleidoscope of colors Harry found himself inside a kitchen of an apartment instead of the typical memory starfield.
"Oooookkkk … this is new!" Harry whispered softly to himself.
The apartment was darkly lit with only the humm of the refrigerator breaking the silence.
The furniture was an older style of cheap furniture made of lacquered wood and chrome tubes. On the refrigerator were children's drawings.
The whole room also appeared sized for someone of Hagrid's proportions.
Harry looked around and noticed a few strange details. The first being that all the doors were closed and the second was a complete lack of windows.
Harry walked towards one of the doors and stopped dead in his tracks.
"How am I in control?" Harry quietly asked himself. Legilimency after all was always from the targets point of view. "Oooooh this is NOT good!"
Before he could spend more time pondering this question, one of the three doors in the room burst open and Howard Thompson, dressed in some singed kids disney jammies, rushed in quickly slamming the door and running to the next closest door without stopping.
"Mr. Thompson?"
The man skidded to a stop, his momentum carrying him off balance and slamming him into the refrigerator door.
"What? Who?" the man asked bewildered.
"My name is Harry Potter Mr. Thompson. Your wife sent me to help you." Harry explained while raising his hands in a sign of peace.
"No! This is another trick! You're part of this aren't you!" the man accused as he reached into a kitchen drawer and took out a large knife. The disproportionately large knife looked more like a machete in the man's hands.
Harry pulled out his wand and wordlessly disarmed the man. The knife flying and embedding itself into the wall.
"This isn't a trick Mr. Thompson. Can you tell me what is going on?"
The man's shoulder lost some of its tension and a little hope appeared to enter his eyes but that hope was short lived as his eye darted to the door he had just entered from. Smoke was billowing from the cracks of the door.
"We have to go!" he cried out. "The fire is catching up to me again!"
The man rushed past Harry and through a door. They entered a living room that contained four doors. Like the kitchen, the living room had an older style of furniture. Flower patterns and odd shapes being very dominant.
"Where are we going Mr. Thompson?" Harry asked as stared at the man as he seemed to evaluate the room.
"It's a maze of some sort … we're in a never ending maze of different versions of my parent's apartment." the man explained as he moved to a door an gingerly touched the door handle before moving to another.
"If the fire catches me it burns me alive and then it starts all over again!"
The man stopped halfway to the other door and turned to Harry his eyes pleading for an answer. "Am I ... am I in Hell?"
Harry noticed smoke coming from the door they had just existed and grabbed Mr. Thompson by the arm as he made his way to the next door.
"No. You're asleep or in a coma. You're actually at the New York-Presbyterian Hospital in an intensive care ward." Harry explained.
"Now, now … that just won't do!" Harry recognized the voice immediately. It was the voice of the man, if he could be called as such, from Mrs. Thompson's dream. The tall man with white alabaster skin, dressed in green.
The door Mr. Thompson had inspected originally, opened and in walked the creature itself. Unlike Harry and Howard, it was at a size appropriate for the rooms furnishings making it appear as tall as Hagrid when Harry had been just eleven years old.
Through the door, Harry could see a long hallway filled with doors and fire. The fire was slowly approaching their location.
Taking a step in front of Mr. Thompson, Harry drew his wand and faced the creature.
"Back again I see little sorcerer?" the creature asked as it dropped itself heavily unto the sofa.
"We didn't really have a chance to chat last time you were in my realm." he explained as he gestured around.
"We've never met." Harry began.
"Oh but we did! It was briefly and you so rudely left before we had a chance for a proper little chat." the creature interrupted. "I don't often have new playthings pop in unexpectedly like you did."
'Oh! What do we have here? A new plaything to add to my collection?' the words the creature had spoken inside Mrs. Thompson's memory of the dream.
"You weren't talking to Mrs. Thompson … you were talking to me. But that was a memory not a dream …"
"My power … lingers … you could say." the creature replied, waving its hand in a negligent manner.
"Mr Thompson, run, I'll try and keep this creature busy and I'll try and find you. Try and leave me a sign so I can follow your trail."
The man did not need to be told twice and bolted through the nearby door.
"And what do you think that will achieve little sorcerer?" the creature asked, seemingly amused.
"Do you really think he can escape from here? I rule this realm, it obeys my will!"
As the creature said this, the fire in the hallway stopped progressing and seemed to change direction.
"But you. You are quite interesting now aren't you." suddenly Harry could feel some type of probing of his mind. It was not legilimency in any form he had ever felt, nor was it Riddles attempts at possession, it was something else entirely.
Harry marshaled his meager mental defenses and attempted to keep the creature from his thoughts.
"Hunh! Well, that's interesting." the creature exclaimed as it leaned forward with interest.
"You're not a sorcerer now are you … no you're quite different. Now let's find out what fuels YOUR nightmares."
With a casual wave of it's hand, Harry felt his defences crumble and his mind torn open.
"Oh! Now this is interesting indeed. You aren't a piddling little sorcerer after all but a traveler from another reality."
"Hum, you don't have too many fears now do you." the creature asked, it's expression changing from amusement into something unreadable.
"Zombies? Really? Laaaame!" the creature hummed and hawed for a few more moments.
"Ah! What are THESE?!"
Shadows began to coalesce in the center of the room and within moments a Dementor had formed.
"Now these … Dementors … are quite interesting and will make an interesting addition to my … ménagerie."
Harry could feel the dementors effect as a deep despair settled over his mind.
Focusing on a Happy memory proved to be far more difficult than he expected. The happiness of the memory of Sirius offering him a home had dulled significantly with the man's passing causing only a mist shield.
Focusing on another memory, Harry thought of the day he and Ginny had first made love in the Room of Requirement. It had been an awkward affair with blushes and awkward fumblings but the intimacy of the act more than the act itself had filled Harry with joy. Harry and Ginny had opened themselves to each other in a way Harry never conceived of before.
But as the joy that memory brought forward began to fill him, it quickly dissipated as Harry remembered that he would most likely never see the woman ever again.
The Dementor floated closer, the air freezing despiste the heat from the burning hall just beyond, as Harry scrambled to find a Happy memory.
Reaching further into his memories Harry found one that was perhaps not as strong as his old memories were but remained untainted.
Harry pulled up the memory of Hermione rushing into the great hall in second year after being restored from her petrification and hugging him. It had been the first hug Harry had received that he had not cringed away from.
This memory was not tainted by Harry's new reality. No matter what happened, Harry HAD saved his best friend and he remembered the joy and relief that she was well and safe.
"EXPECTO PATRONUM!"
A silvery snowy owl leapt from Harry's wand, bathing the living room in bright silver light.
It had come as a surprise to Harry when he had been asked to lead a class on the patronus in his last year that his had changed from Prongs to Hedwig but it had been fitting as she had given her life to protect him, taking a death curse in his place during his final escape from Privet Drive.
The fear and despair lifted as the dementor was harried out the door and into the hallway. Once out of the room, Harry magically closed and sealed the door.
"Like I said, interesting, but you don't really FEAR them, no … you have an understanding of the danger they pose but you know how to fight them. What do you truly fear?"
Harry could feel the probe intensify and dig deeper into his mind making its way to his most protected thoughts.
"You don't fear for your own life." An image of Harry, in second year, kneeling in front of of basilisk appeared in the center of the room. It was the moment a twelve year old Harry had come to grips with his own mortality. He had accepted his death, having saved his best friends sister.
"You aren't afraid of monster or maniacs." images of dragons, dementors, boggarts, werewolves, Barty Crouch Jr., Bellatrix and Riddle flitted into existence only to quickly disappear.
"You don't fear your friends dying or abandoning you since they are in another reality." the creature continued.
"So what DO you fear?"
In the center of the room appeared three items: a cloak, a ring and a wand.
Harry burst into action and sent a cutting curse followed by a bludgeoning curse through the three items floating before him, the spells cutting and then slamming the being through the living room wall and into a child's bedroom.
"Have I hit a nerve? Well, not literally of course not yet anyways." the creature taunted as it pulled itself out of the whole Harry's spells had created.
It appeared un-harmed by the spells Harry had used.
"Your reality had such interesting creatures!"
Two large acromantulas burst through the door Harry and Mr. Thompson had entered from.
Harry transfigured the living room table into a large black dog and was surprised it had taken the form of Padfoot.
Not letting his surprise hinder him, Harry followed that spell with a series of cutters at one of the spiders as Padfoot charged the other.
Harry's cutters sliced most of his spiders legs making the creature flop on the floor helplessly allowing him to turn his attention back to the alabaster skinned being.
Harry was just able to roll to the side to avoid a beam of purple light coming from the creatures hand. Harry returned fire with a chain of powerful explosive spells.
The being dodged one, swatted the second away but was thrown backwards again by the third.
Not waiting to see if the spells affected his opponent, Harry turned around and dashed through the door that Mr. Thompson had used to leave the room.
Harry stopped and sealed the door and began searching the room for a sign of where Mr. Thompson had gone.
The beings voice rang through the room, coming from everywhere yet nowhere at once. "No, it's not the items themselves you fear now is it?"
Harry noticed one of the door frames had a mark on it as if it had been hit by a blunt object. Harry ran towards the door and opened it.
Beyond the door was a long apartment hallway with twelve doors and no stairway doors at each end as would be normal for a real apartment hallway. To his right, Harry could see flames quickly approaching.
Hoping that Mr. Thompson had gone left, Harry began running. None of the doors on the left were marked.
"No, it's what they represent … what they COULD mean for you ..." the voice had changed form a taunting tone to a more cautious one.
Turning to face the fast approaching flames Harry cast a charm.
"I hope this works".
Harry walked into the flames. Instead of pain and unbearable heat, Harry was met with a soft summer breeze and a slight tickling sensation as the Flame Freezing charm did it's work.
Harry followed this charm with a bubble head charm to counter the smoke.
"NO!" the beings voice echoed throughout the hallway in rage as the flames apparently intensified but Harry remained protected.
"I RULE the dream dimension! My will is LAW!" the words were full of command but Harry could also detect some fear.
Running through the next door, Harry found a circular room with all walls covered in doors, twenty-two of them in total. The room was ablaze already.
"Oh come on! That's cheating!" Harry huffed in exasperation as he searched for a sign of where Mr. Thompson had gone. "Homenum Revelio!"
Harry received a ping and opened the corresponding door, opening into a child bedroom. Flames and smoke filled the small room.
Mr. Thomspon huddled in a corner of the room, as far from the flames as he could.
"Mr. Thompson! I'm here to help you. Take my hand!" Harry exclaimed as he offered his hand.
"NO!" The voice ripped through the room, warping reality. The walls and floor began to ripple finally shattering, causing the two men to fall into darkness.
"LUMOS SOLEM!" Harry cried out, pouring more power into the spell as the air whosswed past.
The darkness receded to the overpowered lighting spell and Harry could see the pyjama clad form of Mr. thompson still falling further down.
Instinct acquired from years of whizzing about in the air on broomsticks kicked in and Harry changed his body angle to greatly accelerate his descent. Slowly Harry caught up to Mr. thompson and grabbed his arm.
"Mr. Thompson!" Harry screamed against whistling wind. "This is just a dream or a nightmare. you need to take control of it."
Looking over the man shoulder, Harry noticed a small floating piece of land appear in the distance below them.
"You heard that monster! He rules this place!"
"If he rules this place, why is he so worried? Why hasn't he stopped me?" Harry countered.
Mr. thompson stared back at Harry in terrified incomprehension.
The ground was coming in closer and closer.
"Yes! He's powerful but I don't think his power is absolute … I think there are rules and limitations. Hang on!" Harry exclaimed as they neared the ground.
"ARRESTO MOMENTUM!" the spell caught both men, slowing their descent to a gentle fall only about 10 meters from the surface of the small floating island.
They gently landed only a few moments later.
"Mr. thompson. I might not be here for much longer. My assistant might wake break my connection at any time. I don't know if time passes normally here. This is your dream! You need to take control! You need to ..."
"NO!" the sky filled with a vision of the creature who controlled the dream dimension. It's eyes were the size of small houses. "You DARE invade MY REALM and impose YOUR WILL! I don't care what power you are, I … will … not … be ... DENIED!"
Acromantulas began climbing over the edge of the floating island from all sides. They varied in size from large dogs to small cars and numbered in the hundreds if not more with their numbers increasing every second.
Harry snapped his wand out causing a thing thread of fire over 50 feet line length to burst into existence. Whirling his wand overhead caused the flame whip to clumsily twirl and snap about in a circle.
The first acromantula hit was sliced cleanly in two.
"See! If he was all powerful he'd have snuffed us already. He wouldn't bother with spiders and mazes …"
Harry made an awkward flick of his wand causing the flame whip to hit a spider that had attempted to jump but also coming very near to Mr. Thompsons legs.
"... he holds no power over you … or only as much power as you let him have. Remember, you were saved from the fire at your parents home."
The spiders advance continued and Harry's fire whip proved to be ineffectual. Raising both arms in the air he summoned a firestorm, the same spell that Dumbledore had used against the inferi
Slowly waving his wand over his head a torrent of flame quickly encircled the two men incinerating the acromantula and setting the island a flame.
"SAY IT!" Harry cried out not daring to pull much of his focus away from the dangerous spell.
"NO!" the voice cried out in anger.
"You have no power over me!" The moment the words were spoken, everything disappeared and Harry fell backwards from his chair in the hospital ward.
"Bloody Hell!" Harry swore as he gathered his senses. His body was covered in sweat.
"Boss?" Felicity called out as she slid down next to Harry.
"I'm fine Felicity. That was just unexpected."
"What … what do we do next?"
Before Harry could answer a cacophony of beeps and wails erupted all around the room.
"Now what?"
All the patients other than Mr. Thompson appeared to be convulsing, their monitoring equipment flashing red and sounding various alarms.
After a second or two a screeching wail filled the ward and the temperature dropped to freezing. Shadowy tendrils burst from inside the patients oxygen masks engulfing the entire room and it's occupants in complete darkness.
A crushing sense of fear and despair crashed into Harry bringing him to his knees.
"Nothing you can do can same you from this." a sly insidious voice whispered in his ear. "You are alone, you'll always be alone for the rest of your short meaningless life."
Managing to fight through the despair and fear. Harry lit his wand, the light coming in soft and feeble, only illuminating a small circle.
Turning his head he could see Felicity, tears streaming down the cheeks, a shaking hand slowly bringing a pistol to rest under her jaw.
"She's going to die, just like everyone else in your life."
Harry focused on the fear and despair. It was something he had faced time and time again. Pain and fear were familiar to him. Boggarts, Dementors … Death. It was something he had conquered!
Drawing on his happiest memory, even if it was now bittersweet, that night in the forest when Sirius had offered to take him in his home.
"EXPECTO PATRONUM!"
Hedwig leapt from Harry's wand, shining brightly in the inky darkness.
The fear and despair lifted as the darkness receded, screeching as if in pain. Hedwig's radiance corralling the darkness into a small croner and compressing it further and further until, with a mind searing wail it disappeared.
All around them, medical equipment sparked and exploded in the presence if the powerful magics, bringing a modicum of quiet.
Letting the spell drop, Harry rushed to Felicity and gently took the pistol from her shaking hands.
"It's alright. Everything is alright. It's gone." Harry whispered reassuringly.
"W …. Ww..ww what the actual fuck was that!"
"Not sure, a demon of some type like an overpowered Dementor or a Boggart … demons from my world. The first one feeds on happy memories and souls and the other uses your fear to protect itself. This was kind of like that but one hundred times worse."
Harry gave the girl a quick hug and cast a mild cheering charm before dragging felicity to an out of the way corner and draping his invisibility cloak over the both of them and dispelling his hastily erected wards.
"Be quiet! They won't see us."
Within seconds, the doors crashed open as a large group of nurses, doctors and security personnel rushed into the room.
"What the hell happened here?" a male nurse asked looking over the damage done to the room.
"Patients first, gawking second Willis!" the doctor from earlier barked as he moved to the nearest patient and connected them to some equipment they had rolled into the room.
Harry and Felicity watched in silence as the medical teams moved from patient to patient.
"Christine. You getting the same results I am?"
"Makes no sense! I want them moved to another ward and we need to run a proper battery of tests than what we can do with the portable gear but … they seem better? What the hell happened here Stephen?"
Having heard enough, Harry pulled Felicity up, hoping they would not be noticed in the darkened corner, thankful that the magical battle had destroyed all the light fixture as well as they sensitive medical equipment.
"Take a deep breath and hand on tight." Harry whispered into Felicity's ear before apparating them both back to their home with a soft crack.