Harry was dumbstruck as he watched the busy streets of Leadenhall Market in the City of London. He did not know the right word to describe the situation right now. "Did you know... aside from demigods, there's one more troublesome person in this world?" Nico said. Harry glanced at Nico, opened his mouth to ask who, but immediately closed it. Suddenly, a thought crossed his mind as he glanced back in front, finding an answer almost immediately.
Harry can see a bunch of owls flying above the mortally populated street in different directions in broad daylight, carrying mail and a bunch of stuff ranging from small to as big as the owl can manage. One can also notice silhouettes of people riding a broom. Though small in number, one need not think of the troubles if they are noticed by mortals walking below or those residing in one of the proud-looking skyscrapers. Setting it aside, Harry noticed the concentration of Mist as thick as those he had seen in America. He also felt amazed at how London or Great Britain might have managed to survive for many years considering how the owls were used as a courier service by these wizards, a blatant disrespect to a certain goddess' sacred animal. It must have been faith that 'she' was not able to come, or Great Britain might have ceased to exist for a day after their arrival.
Nico tapped Harry's shoulder. "I need to go somewhere. Contact Sirius and Remus and tell them to fetch you in the Leaky Cauldron. I will leave Jules-Albert on standby. After you finish your business with them and decide to find your aunt, call him. He knows where Britannia resides." Harry nodded in acknowledgement. "Ace is also in the area. Just call him in if you need him. He's who knows where, just like his father." Harry laughed as he saw Nico roll his eyes at the absurdity of the thought. Harry experienced it countless times whenever he went with Ace. There was one time when he left for a couple of minutes to get something at Long Island, and when he called Ace, he was already holding a bunch of fruits.
After a short farewell and precautions, Nico left Harry to do his father's bidding. Harry watched as Nico walked away towards the busy streets, the mortals unconsciously creating a path for him. His messy and shaggy black hair swayed as the wind blew, and his olive skin glows as the morning sun shines on him. He looks out of place and contrasts in the crowd with his all-black clothing—a black trench coat with a black T-shirt matching his black trousers. Harry could also catch a glimpse of his shrunken Stygian iron sword hanging on his neck and a silver skull ring on his finger that reflected the morning rays. Harry watched as Nico blended and eventually disappeared in the crowd.
He stared at the Leaky Cauldron—the pub appears to be a broken-down old shop—before walking in. It was dark, grubby, and shabby, with a bar and a number of tables in the shadows of the corners. He went to one of the tables in the corner, created a rainbow with mist, fetched out a drachma, and called Remus and Sirius. "Oh Fleecy, do me a solid. Show me Sirius Black, Grimauld Place." The rainbow shimmered, and after a few seconds, the image of Sirius, who had just finished shaving his beard, appeared. Harry whispered-shouted at him, trying to get his attention. It took a while before Sirius finally caught Harry's Iris Message.
"Hey, Champ! How have you been? When will you be going to visit me and Remus? You only mentioned you planned to go here, but never said when." Sirius said as he was about to walk out of his bedroom to call Remus, but Harry stopped him.
"Now." he only said. "Now? What now?" Sirius asked as he dried his face. "Like now, I'm here, in... I think it's called Leaky Cauldron." Sirius halted whatever he was doing when he heard Harry's whereabouts. It took him less than a minute for his brain to process this information. "Sh-" Sirius is about to cuss out loud when he remembers Harry. Without second thought, he rushed out of his room and bolted to Remus' room, almost causing him to slip.
"He's here." he said, slightly panting, the Iris Message almost forgotten. "Who's here?" Remus tilted his head in question. "Harry." That single word is enough for Remus to bolt out of the room. Two grown men running along the hallway down to the stairs was such a scene that it startled the other residents of the house, but no matter how they were called, the words would not reach them. They only have one thought in mind: Harry Potter is back.
When they were out of the wards, they immediately apparated to Leaky Cauldron, hoping that others would not take notice of their arrival. Sirius is seriously cursing himself for his failure to remind Harry that London is absolutely not safe at the moment. It only took them a few minutes to arrive at the Leaky Cauldron. They rushed in and looked around the pub for any sign of Harry or any Death Eaters. Their actions have caused everyone in the pub to look at them, surprised, but they did not pay them any heed. Their priority at the moment is Harry's safety, and that is their headquarters.
As the minutes passed, they became frustrated. There was no sign of Harry. Worry flooded their hearts. Many thoughts swirled in their minds as they continued searching, but to no avail. They felt full of helplessness. Unbearable guilt and disappointment weigh them down, as they feel they have failed their friend more than once. After they searched the area one last time, deflated as they went back, different emotions flooded them like a dam as they trudged forward.
Upon returning, most of the members of the Order, were present, waiting for an explanation for their abrupt action a few minutes ago. Remus heaved a heavy sigh. "Harry said he was already at the Leaky Cauldron. Sirius and I thought that it was dangerous this time around. That's why we rushed to the Leaky Cauldron to fetch him." Remus left the sentence hanging. He need not continue. They already knew what words would come out of his mouth.
"We fear that the Death Eaters might have heard or saw him there, and..." Sirius could no longer continue what he was supposed to say. He's frustrated and angry at himself for losing his godson the second time. A heavy feeling of uneasiness lingers in the air, tangible enough to suffocate the people present.
As they pondered what might be their next move, they heard a knock on the door. Everyone present stiffened. The tension is so palpable. Harry's second disappearance just a while ago and a sudden knock on the door when they were not expecting anyone have everyone on edge. Moody, along with everyone else, retrieves their wands and aims them at whoever might be on the other side of the door. Slowly, Moody walks towards the door, hand in hand, and twists it open, anticipating the worst as he points his wand in front.
What he saw instead was a striking green-eyed boy with round glasses, standing up proudly, almost as tall as him, contrary to his unruly black hair that dances along with the wind. He has a prominent lightning scar on his forehead. He's wearing a blue pull-up jacket with a clown fish printed on it and words, which ironically read 'find me' just below the print, while apparently drinking the smoothies in his hand.
"Uhm... Hello, I'm looking for Remus and... Sirius!" the boy shouted as he rushed past Moody, manners completely forgotten, and the thought that he's currently trespassing someone else's property.
"Harry?" Sirius said stupidly. The situation is not yet registering with him, but soon relief can be seen clearly and evidently on his face as his muscles relax in his godson's embrace. He thought that he had almost lost him again.
"Where have you been? We went there to fetch you, but we did not see you there." Remus asked Harry as he moved forward and hugged him. "When I was talking to Sirius just a while ago, he suddenly ran away. I thought something must have happened. That's why I decided to just go here myself. Uncle Nico left Jules-Albert with me, and he drove me here." When Harry finished, Sirius choked as everyone looked at him accusingly.