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"This it?" Harry asked and John looked up at the sign that read Club Midnite.

"Yes. Keep close," John said and burst through the door. A guy ran up to them and looked at Harry with a frown.

"You bring a wizard to my club; and Harry Potter at that?!" John huffed and just kept on walking while Midnite offered his hand to Harry who shook it before the two followed after John.

"It's a pleasure Mr. Potter. I heard quite a few things about you from my less normal clientele," he said and Harry huffed. He looked around the club before they found themselves in the back.

"Nothing good, I presume," he murmured and Midnite shrugged.

"Midnite, what can you tell me about Mammon," John called out as they reached the back of the club. Midnite looked at the Exorcist's back with a displeased look on his face.

"He's been trying to climb out of his father's shadow for eons."

"And this time he might just make it," John growled and Midnite huffed, unconvinced.

"Because he's got the spear?" he asked mockingly.

"And the bridge," Harry supplied and Midnite rolled his eyes.

"You're giving this girl way too much credit."

"You don't know her," John and Harry said at the same time and Midnite raised an eyebrow.

"When did you two get married? John, man why didn't you tell me you swung that way!" John shot him a glare over his shoulder before he swung the storage room's door open. Large-scale relics, statues, props; you name it, it was there, but John seemed to be looking for something specific.

"Where's the chair?" he growled and turned around to look at Midnite while Harry kept to the back.

"The chair?" the club owner drawled.

"Yes. That delicate little number from Sing?" at that Midnite just stared at him for a moment with a dull look on his face.

"It's a fine line that separates a hero from a fool," he said in the end.

"I'll take my chances."

"And taint my establishment with your blood? I don't think so."

"Midnite-…"

"You know what that device can do to the ill-equipped-…"

"Midnite."

"And even in your most glorious days your brain was never your most powerful attribute-…"

"Where the hell is the chair, you dumb shit?" John snapped and Midnite seemed to have doubled in size. John stepped back and raised his hands. "That was the cancer talking, you know that, right?" he offered as a peace offering and Midnite 'deflated'. He held up a finger and gave John a pointed look.

"Once." And John just nodded. "And your wizard has better chances at finding her than you do."

"I don't want him on that chair. Crossing affects him in a horrible way. I don't want to risk it."

"John?" said man looked at Harry. "If it'll help us it's worth the risk."

"Harry."

"John."

"Guys!" Midnite stepped in between them and looked at John. "John, Mr. Potter is trained in the mind arts. He's got better chances than either one of us to find the girl. And if I'm not mistaken his animagus form is a panther, right? A really big cat."

"But the crossing-…"

"We'll both be there to lead him through it," Midnite assured John and the Exorcist looked at the ground.

"John." He looked up at Harry. "I'll be fine. We have to save Angela. I don't want to think what Hermione would do to me if her cousin was killed while I was here."

"From what I picked up I don't want to know what she'd do to me if this got you killed." Harry gave him a crooked smile.

"We'll just have to make sure that doesn't happen then, right?" he said and John gave him a small smile. Midnite rolled his eyes.

"You two done with the chick-flick moment?" he drawled and the two men shot him dull looks.

"Let's go then."

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"That's it?" Harry asked when he saw a heavy wooden monstrosity with straps and cuffs and the wear of many who sat in it for the last time. John, who left to use the bathroom, just came back.

"What's in your bathroom; a Renoir?" John asked and Harry saw Midnite shrug.

"I have insurance issues," he offered as an explanation and started to clean up the chair. He turned around with a sigh.

"Alright, Mr. Potter - can I call you Harry? Good!" Midnite said before Harry managed to give him an answer and clapped his hands.

"You haven't surfed before, have you?" he asked and Harry just raised an eyebrow.

"Well, you wouldn't like it either way so just hop on and let's get you ready for the ride." Harry shook his head, but before he could sit down John grabbed his elbow and spun him around to place a scorching kiss on his lips.

"If you die here, I'm gonna pull your soul right back out just to kill you myself," he growled and Harry smirked up at him.

"That's original," he muttered and John wiggled an eyebrow at him.

"WELL!" Midnite broke the moment. "Harry?" Harry looked at him and went to sit down. John went after him and strapped his ankles and wrists with the straps.

"I'll lead you through the whole process, alright. Your animagus form is a cat and cats are creatures that are highly sensitive to all things natural and unnatural. They are already half way here, half way there; that's why they're good when someone's crossing, they help in the transition. Since you are part cat, well - it's enough to say you've already experienced what happens when a rift opens close to you. This will be painful, but considering what I heard about you-…" Midnite let it hang in the air and Harry and John shot him a look. "You'll do just fine."

John looked at Harry and the younger man gave him a reassuring smile.

"I died once, John, remember? And I came back. I'll just come back again." John huffed.

"I'll hold you to that," he said and moved back a little. Midnite kneeled in front of Harry and looked up at him.

"Listen to my voice while you're inside. I'll try and guide you out."

"Try?" Harry asked with a raised eyebrow but Midnite ignored him as he grabbed a long stick and a bottle of water.

"Mammon was forced out of that girl when she jumped so unless he found a holding vessel to wait in, he would have fallen back to Hell."

"No," John spoke up. "He's still here; I'm sure of it." Midnite sighed.

"Then watch yourself, Harry. He could be in anyone out there." Harry nodded and Midnite spilled the water over and under Harry. Harry looked at him with a raised eyebrow before he got a good look at John who was standing to the side with a pained expression on his face.

"Ready?" Midnite asked and the stick in his hands cracked with electricity. Harry swallowed over a lump.

"No-…" but before he had a chance to say anything more, Midnite slammed the stick down and the electricity surged through Harry. He choked on a scream and almost ripped the binds that held him. His eyes turned completely white and he convulsed in the chair.

John almost had to turn away. Seeing Harry like that hurt, but he kept on watching.

"Pater do caelis, Deus, misere nobis. Fili Redemptor mundi, Deus, Miserere nobis-…" Midnite spoke while Harry convulsed in the chair. His head was thrown back and throaty, pain filled grunts escaped his lips.

"Find the possessor and the spear will be revealed, find them; find them and follow." Midnite spoke. John felt the need to stop it all but held back. He crossed his arms over his chest and gripped his forearms almost to the point of ripping his coat.

His face contorted into a painful expression when he saw blood start to come from Harry's nose.

"His blood pressure must be off the charts," Midnite spoke.

"R-raven-scar," Harry spoke in a growling, distorted voice before he suddenly started choking. John jumped forward when fist shaped markings started to appear on Harry's pale throat.

"PULL HIM OUT!" he shouted and Midnite launched up to grip Harry's face between his hands.

"HARRY!" he snapped commandingly and with a sharp, deep intake of breath Harry was with them.

Midnite moved back before he got pushed aside by John and watched as the formerly impassive man took the wizard's face in a gentle hold.

"Harry? Harry, answer me. Look at me," he ranted and tried to wipe the blood off of Harry's face.

"Ravenscar," Harry spoke between gasps of breath. "The physical therapy ward. He's in a boy; a patient in the hospital. He possessed a young, innocent boy. Barry." He took a deep calming breath. The cuffs just slid open and Harry leaned onto John. Both tumbled on the floor as John held Harry close.

Harry's face was in John's chest and John was running his fingers through his hair.

"You'll have to hurry," Midnite said. "Mammon has everything he needs. He won't wait." John looked at him, still holding on to Harry.

Harry took a deep breath and pushed away from John. He reached up to touch his lips and frowned when he saw blood on his fingers. With a small wave of his hand, the blood was gone and Midnite raised an impressed eyebrow.

"Most people wouldn't be able to move for a week after that."

"I must be getting used to crossing. And besides, I was always quick to recover," Harry said. His voice was raspy but strong. "And the Cruciatus Curse was worse." John helped him stand up and wrapped his arms around Harry's waist to keep him on his feet.

"Will the weapons you have be enough?" Harry asked and John just rolled his eyes. He knew there was no sense in telling Harry he couldn't come with him. Besides, John knew he couldn't do it alone.

"No," he said. Midnite winced when the two men looked at him intently. He sighed and rolled his eyes.

"I'll just put it on your account then."

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Assault rifles, shotguns, glocks - Midnite just piled it all on the table.

"You know these won't kill them," he said and looked at John who was adjusting the flames of a butane heater under a pan. Harry was sleeping on a couch in the back room. John made him take some rest while he prepared everything. "You probably won't even get close enough to use them." Midnite looked at the religious relic in the pan and realized John was melting it. "And it's not just the boy. You better worry about whoever's helping him." John coughed as he poured the melted gold into several small casting blocks.

"As much as I admire your blind faith even in the direst of situations, expecting to just waltz into a facility that is about to become the floodgate of Hell is a bit unreasonable, even for you." John stopped working and turned to look at Midnite.

"I'm not going alone," he said. 'Your help would be highly appreciated.' was left unsaid, although Midnite heard it either way, and he rolled his eyes.

"Well I suppose three fools can die just as easily as two." Midnite did well to hide the surprise he felt when John actually smiled at him. "You think I trust you to save the world?" he asked to hide his shock. "I mean, Harry? Sure. He already did it once on a smaller scale, but you? And we're going to need more than a few magic bullets to get inside." John looked over the Sparkletts bottles positioned around the room, before his eyes settled on Harry's sleeping form.

"That ritual you do with the water, can you do it on a larger quantity of it?" Midnite raised an eyebrow and John smirked.

"Can a wizard do magic?"

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"Harry? Wake up." John shook Harry gently and the smaller man's eyes fluttered open.

"Time to go?" he mumbled sleepily out and John nodded.

"We already packed everything in the car." Harry sighed and stood up when John moved back.

"John-…"

"Harry," John interrupted him when the smaller man tried to say something. "Harry, I'm a dead man walking-…"

"John-"

"Please!" John stressed. "Please, just listen." Harry looked at him and his eyes held a clear warning in them. "I want you - I need you to get out of there alive. So please, if it becomes too much, PLEASE promise me you'll get out of there." Harry sighed and looked to the side.

"Harry-…"

"I can't promise you that, John," Harry said and looked up at John. "You say you're a dead man walking? Well let me tell you something, John Constantine. Ever since the end of the war I haven't been living. During my years at Hogwarts, after Cedric was killed in front of me, I didn't allow anyone close. I had Ron, Hermione and Ginny and later only Ron and Hermione were left. After I got out of Azkaban and joined the Unspeakables, between the trainings and missions there just wasn't any time for love interests and relationships. To be perfectly honest I didn't want any of that. I wasn't living. I was surviving," Harry stressed out and John didn't need to think hard to realize he's been doing the same thing. "And then Hermione forced me on a vacation. I started traveling, seeing the world, but I was still dead inside and then I met you." John looked to the side.

Ever since he shared that night with Harry he has felt more alive than ever. He was cursing his cancer with every piece of his soul. He wanted to live. He wanted to get to know Harry better. He wanted to be with him; to learn how to love him.

"John," Harry spoke imploringly. John looked in Harry's sad eyes and a shiver passed down his body. "I don't want to get back to that," Harry said and his voice wavered. "I don't want to go back to surviving."

"Harry-…"

"I don't know how much time together we have left, but please; please-…" Harry's voice broke and John couldn't tear his eyes away from Harry's pleading eyes. "Don't let it end tonight."

John swallowed over a lump in his throat. He couldn't speak. He felt the same, exactly the same, but he couldn't open his mouth and say it, so he did the next best thing.

He pulled Harry into a hug and held him as close as he could get. He buried his face in Harry's tangled hair and breathed in his scent. He could feel Harry's arms around his waist holding him just as tightly.

"I love you," he hissed beside Harry's ear and felt it when Harry's breath hitched in his throat. "I love you, and I'll do my fucking best to live and show you just how much I fucking love you."

Harry felt a silly smile cross his lips and he buried his face in John's chest. He took in John's scent and for the first time in his life actually said a prayer.

'If there is a God, please, please give me a chance to hold him again. I have never asked for anything, so please; bring him back to me after all of this is over.'

Midnite cleared his throat from behind the two and hid his surprise when they didn't jump apart. They did part though and just looked at him.

"It's time to go."

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"Harry's waiting for us already. You think you can do it?" John said and looked up. Midnite followed his gaze and harrumphed when he saw the hospital's water tank.

"Figures."

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Harry was leaning on the wall beside the entrance door and smiled at them when they approached him.

"Done?" he asked.

"Yes. Your side?" John asked and Harry nodded his head in the direction of the entrance.

"It seems they're having a welcome home party in there. All they're missing is dinner tables and confetti." John and Midnite looked in and saw a crowd of people.

John looked at Harry and then at Midnite.

"Ready?" The two nodded. "Let's go then."

The front door swung open and John, Harry and Midnite entered in an easy stride.

"Okay!" John called and the murmurs of the crowd stopped. "Let's cut the scratch and call it a night; meeting's over!" The crowd turned around and faced the trio and Harry actually enjoyed the burst of adrenaline.

How long has it been since he was in a good, relaxing fight?

A few chuckled and a woman stepped out.

"Ellie?" Harry gazed at John when he addressed the woman in a way that screamed familiarity.

"Oh, John, you know how much I love it on this side. This was just an opportunity to make it permanent," she spoke with excitement; John snorted.

"You think his son will be any different?" he asked the half-breed woman. "He'll just turn this place into his own Hell and then where will you to party; Heaven?" the woman pouted mockingly.

"No need to get nasty," she murmured.

"Never bothered you before," John growled and Harry looked at him with a raised eyebrow.

"John? I thought you had better taste," he said and John's head snapped around to look at Harry in shock.

"It's not what you think!" Midnite snickered.

"You stay out of this!" John snapped at him and Midnite raised his hands and shook his head with a grin.

"I said nothing, man." Ellie laughed and shook her head.

"Oh, John," she sighed. "I am so going to miss our little trysts." The crowd started closing in on them.

"Not what I think is it?" Harry drawled and raised an eyebrow at John.

"Harry!" John almost whined. The crowd of half-breeds stopped in their tracks with shocked expressions on their faces.

"No, I completely understand. It just makes me wonder why you chose me when you had her," Harry stated and John groaned.

"Harry, we have a room fool of demons to deport, I can't have this argument with you now."

"Oh, sure, change the subject. You gonna start running from problems now?"

"Guys, this is neither time nor place for this," Midnite tried to calm the situation although he somehow doubted they were actually fighting. Sadly, he was ignored.

"I'm just saying that we have a job to do now. I'll explain everything later," John said and Harry frowned when John turned his back on him. The plants in the waiting room, and there were a few, burst into flames and John tensed up with a look of fear on his face.

"Don't you turn your back on me, John Constantine," Harry growled and Midnite took a discreet step backwards. Ellie laughed at John's predicament.

"Oh, John, this is so embarrassing. Where is your pride?" she asked and took another step forward. She stopped and frowned when Harry and John focused on them again before they looked up straight at the lines of sprinkler heads.

Ellie looked at John and saw the smirk on his face appear a moment before the sprinklers triggered.

"Go to Hell," he hissed as the water sprinkled over the half-breeds, and John, Harry and Midnite took a few careful steps back. For a moment nothing happened and then all hell broke loose; figuratively speaking of course. The half-breeds' skin started to smoke and screams filled the hall.

"Holy water!" Ellie screamed. Emergency lighting snapped on and suddenly things heated up. Clothes and skin melted away to reveal their true form and the three men got ready for what could possibly be the fight of their lives.

A demon rushed at them and Harry just flicked his hand while John and Midnite grabbed their guns. A silver sword materialized in Harry's hand and he spun it expertly, smirking at John and Midnite.

"You're not the only ones with tricks up their sleeves," he drawled. John had to press down the need he felt rising in the pit of his stomach at the sight of Harry. The water made Harry's already tight clothes cling even tighter to his lithe form and he fought the demons back like an expert.

"John, you can drool after your boyfriend later! Focus!" Midnite shouted and John snapped out of it.

Everything fell into the simple motion of firing and reloading while Harry cut through anyone who managed to get too close. John fired while Midnite reloaded, Midnite covered for him when John's ammunition ran out.

They moved forward to the double door and Harry cut down and blew up two demons that managed to get behind them.

John was first to get to the door when Ellie jumped on his back and her nails dug into his chest.

"I'm not going back there!" she hissed and placed her clawed hand under John's chin. She forced him to turn away from the door, and hissed at Midnite and Harry. She realized she was the only one left and bared her teeth at them.

"We are what we are, Ellie," John said and grabbed the hand under his chin. In a burst of speed he turned and grabbed her. Her scream was lost in a gurgle when the silver blade cut her head clean off. John looked at Harry who skillfully spun his sword before his wiped the bloody blade off on his black trousers and Midnite stepped over to them.

"You really should consider acting," John said and rubbed his neck. Harry only smirked at him and both looked at Midnite who was chuckling lowly.

"Let's go." Harry and John nodded and all three shoved through the door. They moved down the hall, John in the middle, Harry to his left and Midnite to his right. All of a sudden Harry stopped and turned around.

"Harry?" said man stared down the hallway with a frown. "Harry!" John snapped.

"Something's coming," Harry murmured. "Go. I'll catch up with you."

"Harry, we should stick together." Midnite said.

"I recognize that thing and trust me when I tell you, you can't fight it! Now GO!" Harry grabbed John's shoulder and pushed him away; and not a moment too late. The place where John stood a moment ago was marked by a black, steaming spot. "GO!" Harry snapped.

Midnite grabbed John's elbow and pulled him along down the hall.

"Damn it, Midnite! Let me go!"

"He told us to run!"

"I have to help him!" Midnite slammed John against the wall and looked into John's frantic eyes.

"He trusts you to get out of this alive!" Midnite spoke in John's face. "Trust him to do the same!" John stared in Midnite's eyes which were all but begging him to calm down. A moment later John nodded and Midnite moved back.

John took a deep breath to completely calm down before he straightened.

"Let's move."

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"Well, well, well. If it isn't Mr. Potter?" Harry's lips were pulled into a thin line and his eyes were ice cold.

"Hello, Tom. I can't say I'm happy to see you, even though it has been a long time." Harry murmured. In front of him was a young man with thin, dirty blond hair and dull blue eyes. There was an ugly sneer on his indrawn face and Harry returned the sneer whole heartedly.

"Mammon was kind enough to show me how to possess someone when he found out you worked with the hunter. He will kill those muggles while I get my revenge and once Mammon rules this world I'll get the wizarding world." Harry chuckled in a sinister way.

"Really now, Tom? That's the oldest trick in the book. You used so many people in that same way. What guarantees do you have that Mammon won't betray you in the end?" Harry asked while they circled each other. In the boy's hand was a black wand. The very aura around it screamed death.

Voldemort frowned and the boy's face turned even uglier.

"He wouldn't dare. I am Lord-…"

"You are just a puny human to him, Tom; a tool, a means to an end," Harry spoke. He kept his expression calm and his voice deep.

"No! The wizarding world WILL BE MINE! And THIS time you won't be there to HINDER ME!" and the first epic battle of the evening shook the building.

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John and Midnite stumbled when a huge explosion shook the building followed by another one and then another one.

"Wizards; they can't do anything quietly. It's a god damn miracle they are still hidden from the rest of the world," Midnite complained as he and John found their balance.

"Maybe it'll buy us some time with Mammon. Come. We're almost there," John said. He could feel the burning in his chest but didn't allow it to consume him. He saw the doors of the physical therapy ward and pulled out one last burst of speed. He and Midnite burst through the door the same moment another great explosion shook the building and the lights frizzled and dimmed.

"Barry!"

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'This is surprisingly easy,' Harry thought and deflected another curse. Voldemort screamed and his magic exploded around him again.

"NO! How can it BE?!" Tom screamed as he missed Harry again. "I AM LORD VOLDEMORT!" Harry couldn't resist rolling his eyes. The body Voldemort possessed already started to rot and Harry gave up trying save it.

With a burst of speed he rushed at Voldemort and impaled him on his sword. He ignored the pain filled scream and pushed Voldemort back until he felt the sword cut into the wall.

Voldemort looked at Harry with terrified eyes.

"You spent a number of years in Hell, Tom. The body you possessed is not a wizard's body. That and the fact that's not a real wand made you easy to beat," Harry spoke as he moved back. The Elder Wand glimmered in the dim light. "Goodbye for the second time, Tom. I hope I never see you AGAIN!" Harry's words ended up in a shout as he waved his wand and fired a banishing spell at Voldemort.

The hospital shook and Voldemort screamed. The body of the boy slowly dissolved into dust. Moments later Harry was the only living thing in the hallway. He was breathing hard and his knees threatened to buckle under him.

'John. I have to find John,' He thought and moved forward to rip the sword out of the wall. The wand vanished and Harry heaved a sigh of relief. He turned around and moved down the hall, sword in hand.

'Hold on, John. I'm coming.'

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Harry, to the rescue!

Oh, come on, like you didn't see THAT coming!