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There was no doubt about it anymore; how could he keep on ignore it? The fact was staring him right in his face! It almost made Harry laugh, and he would have done that if his mouth was not firmly shut to keep the vile bile down from his stomach that was rebelling against him.

He hated to travel by any magical means.

Harry could genuinely admit he despised this with an intensity rivaling the fires of Helheim. Like all forms of magical travel, it made him nauseous. If he had to describe it, world-walking felt akin to being tossed into a washing machine, then spun out and hung to dry. Add to that delightful sensation the experience of dropping from 10,000 feet in free fall between the wash, and dry cycles.

Yeah, he could with certainty say he hated this.

As soon as his feet touched the ground, Harry had tumbled out of the portal as the gravity tripped him over, and he ended up kissing the ground. Harry held back a giggling sound that threatened to come out as the ruse of success invaded him in between the strange feelings. It was almost like he had been stepping on some kind of foam as soon as he had entered the pathway. His feat had been steadily moving forward, but at the same time, it felt like they were made of sponges. And that said something about the whole experience, especially as he only had to take two steps through the opening before landing on the ground in what he believed was New York airport.

Harry's whole world spun, and he forced his head between his legs in a weak attempt to ground himself. Yep, this was it. He would kill Loki when he got his hand on him; there was no way that the trixter would have forgotten to tell him that little detail. But on the bright side, now Harry knew that magic transport in any forms had, and probably would never agree with him.

As his head finally stopped spinning, Harry felt that he once again got a nice grip on reality. He swallowed the horrible taste that had invaded his mouth before he rose to his feet and breathed out. Harry closed his eyes. He could feel the difference in the energy swirling around him, clashing on to his senses like waves on a beach. It was foreigner, yet it still had that same tingling feeling as it had in England.

Was it so that this same energy connected the world? If he had wanted to travel to another realm, could he do it this way? It is said that there was the book of Mimes, a grimoire that explained the connection in more detail. But from what Harry could dig out from Harald's memories, he knew that there were two known types of connections between the nine realms, thanks to the Yggdrasil.

One was a direct connection, like a teleportation method with one door that could open and close at will to any place the opener wanted. The user needed to know how to open up the portal and direct the energy to where it had to go. It was probably this connection that Loki had stubble on in his youth as he h. Loki had called it a 'shortcut,' but it was more like an unstable connection between realms that he could use.

Harry remembered vague that it had something to do with the world's ley lines and energy in question. Both Harald and Loki had been creatures of magic so that they could tap into that kind of power. The question was if any Æsir could tap into the energy with training, or was it perhaps a trait that only Seið could inherit?. But he had never heard any of the other do this, not even the all-mother that was seen as one of the most skilled Seið Harald had known at that time.

But both Harald and Loki could do it apparently without a problem; was it perhaps a Seiðmannir thing. Not that there were many of them, to begin with, and there were not many scholars that could see it as a benefit to try and find the long lost grimoire of Mimers. Especially not when practicing magic was considered to be a feminine trait and considered unmanly.

Not that it had ever stopped Harald's parents to love him any less or shun him for it, yet, sadly, the same could not be said by Loki's position back on Asgard. He remembered that another functional path, the second option to use the pathways, was a more indirect energy connection.

The Bifrost.

It had only one permanent foci point that could open a temporary portal to any destination of the guardians' choosing. Once the portal had faded, usually within seconds after arrival, it could not be summoned directly, and it required a cool-down period.

But there was also a catch. If the permanent connection had lost its stability and foci point, only dark magic could reactivate the link. And the more time between arrival and departure, the more dark magic required to open back up at the same origin if the foci were not there and directing it.

There was a reason why dark magic was forbidden. But not even Loki knew what the fallout of using that kind of magic would be. Besides, only the Allfather was known to have the power to control the amount of dark magic needed to force that connection open.

Not that this was anything Harry had to worry about in the near future. The Bifrost was not going to break, and the Asgardians would still find an excuse to throw a banquet to drink. Nevertheless, if Heimdale was watching over the nine realms, why hadn't Asgard done anything to stop Loki or even send Thor to stop him before this whole thing was going out of hand?

That made Harry pause; why hadn't Asgard done something about this mess? He looked up and into his reflection in the dirty mirror, and he could see how his pupils dilated, and a strange feeling invaded his chest as another question popped up. Why had Thanos got his hand on Loki in the first place, and how could he control him? Loki was a prince of Asgard, for Merlin's sake. There was no way someone could walk into the halls and poison Loki's mind without anyone's notice and then deem him a mad man without finding any proof of it.

Harry stared at his reflection as the fact sunk in; he gritted his teeth hard together as the slow simmering anger that was starting to boil underneath his skin, the darkened feelings started slipping into his mind. Like snakes that slithered over his memories and brought with them cold and hatred. Harry suddenly felt how the emotion snapped; the sound of shattering shards of the mirror evaded his senses as it fell into hundred small pieces.

The pain spread through him and snapped his consciousness right back, and he cradled the now bleeding hand closer to his chest as he stared at the broken mirror. This feeling that invaded him was not coming from him. Whatever this darkness was, it came from over the connection, from Loki.

Harry hissed and sent a silent 'repairo' on the mirror that leaped itself together, and he looked down at his bleeding hand and decided to let it be. He needed the raw feeling of pain to ground him at this moment. Whatever is going on with Loki right now is making the connection flare, and it was almost like it was trying to drag him away from his mind.

But to not raise any questions over the blood that was dripping down his hand, he at least made the wound coagulate itself, and he looked over the raw lines so that there was no glass in it. When he found none, he turned around and walked out of the bathroom.

There was nothing he could do here, and besides, he had a shit-ton of things on his to-do list before Ron and Hermione was due. He pulled a hand through his hair, which had now been completely released from prison. The midnight black hair framed his face as he tied it up in a messy man-bun, his hands trembling as he did.

Whoever it was that was messing with Loki, Thanos, or anyone else, would not be spared if he had anything to say about it. There was nothing, nothing, that could be done to make him forgive whoever had poisoned his mates' mind; he would get his revenge. But one thing at the time, first, he needed to find that trickster god, then he could go off on his vendetta crusade.

Harry looked around as he noticed more people walking in a hurry and talking loudly to each other. He could see a big screen above his head telling everyone when a plane would land and lift, so he noticed the same flight that Ron and Hermione were on would not be here anytime soon. Harry went over to the nearest information point and picked up a free brochure, and map and began to look them over.

Honestly, Harry had always wanted to travel around and do some sightsing. And America had always been at the top of his list. Everyone had talked about the big country over the sea and said that you had to visit it at least once in your lifetime. But after all of this, perhaps he could go elsewhere? to bring Loki with him so that they could...talk things out… Maybe Los Angeles, or Nova scotia? he had heard that that place was beautiful this time of the year.

Harry looked down at the map. It would take Ron and Hermione around 10 hours or so, and if there was one thing Harry knew, it was that there was no way in the nine realms he could stay put for that long. Harry nibbled on his thumb as his head was filled with all kinds of different possibilities and thoughts.

He needed to figure out what to do right now. What if something more had happened to Loki than that darkness that was leaking over the connection. What if this invasion were to occur before they had a chance to stop him? What if he was not strong enough to help Loki? Harry immediately shook his head at that thought; even if he weren't, he would do everything he could anyway.

But one thing was for sure; he would not be able to wait here. He had never been a person to sit and stare into the wall; if his body could not work, then his brain would take over. And the last thing he wanted was to be left alone with only his thoughts and memories as his company.

Harry mentally snorted at his thoughts as he walked among the muggles. It was not a bad thing; honestly, he suddenly could process a lot of information simultaneously. It was like his brain had upgraded to a Harry 2.0 version or something, probably after his 'awakening,' but then again, it did not matter. There still were too many 'what if' for his liking. It was like opening up a Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans. You never knew what you were going to get before you chewed on it, and then it was too late to do anything about it.

He rubbed his neck as he suddenly felt a glance directed at him. Harry let his viridian green eyes sweep over the miller of muggles. His gaze landed on a group of women who, as soon as he looked at them, they turned away with low gasps and looked at each other, tittering. Harry frowned a little awkwardly and withdrew, the feeling of someone looking at him swept over him yet again as he did. Maybe he should put on a disguise? What if someone had recognized him already and was on their way to the government?

In the end, Harry decided against it and only used a simple notice-me-not. Suddenly his magic started to tingle without warning, and soon after, there was a pull on the connection that made him jerk to the side in both surprise and pain. It was like Loki was there one second and then gone the next one, and it was sending his core into a frenzied fit. Like Loki was calling on him, and then second-guessed himself and slammed it shut again.

And that's another thing Harry had to figure out. What had happened to split their connection like this? what held them together from the beginning? If he was the reincarnation of Harald, why had it all happened right now and not before? And why had his memories been like it was? Coming and going as it wanted. Even now, Harry could feel how broken his mind was, how it almost felt like his soul still was not whole. Not his to use.

His magic itched all over his body, and he could not get rid of the feeling of danger that was rising inside of him. Harry turned towards the exit; he could easily get back in good time before their plane landed. And besides, he could search for useful information and maybe see if he found any clues to what was happening.

With a determined smile, he let his feet take him out of there, and as soon as the automatic glass doors closed behind him. A whole new world opened up to him. At least that was how it felt for him. After staying away from people or significant places in general after the war, London was the only 'big' city he had any experience comparing New York.

So there was absolutely nothing that could prepare him for the sight that met him outside the airport's protective doors. As soon as he was out, he started to walk. The sound of engines was everywhere. Some people argued and shouted at each other, and then another held up their hand to call a taxi.

Harry decided he could start his search more quickly if he took the bus into the big city. Yet, as he stared at the transportation, he could not help to hesitate for just a second. He was not stupid, he knew how the thing worked, but there was a difference between knowing the theoretical aspect of things and the hands-on life experience. And the knowledge he had with busses, as the Dursleys never gave him any money to ride one before, was the knight bus. And that particular magical transportation had not made a great impression on him; it had been quite a bumpy ride.

Inside, the bus was crowded with muggles, and the air was almost suffocating with a strange smell that made his already rebellious stomach cringle again. He swiped his eye over the masses before he sat down on an empty seat.

Harry felt a cold shiver sweep along his spine, and his eyes narrowed as a shiver traveled through him. He fixed his gaze on the outside world as he tried to sense anything else, but he could only registries a flicker of magic that licked his skin the wrong way. But perhaps it was not his feelings? He had felt the broken connection with Loki open and close all afternoon, and he could still feel that sucking feeling behind his navel.

What the hell was Loki doing? But as the bus rolled away, he felt the feeling of being watched dimmed yet again. As the bus crossed a large bridge, Harry could see how the city grew in front of him, and the feeling was now completely gone like it never had been there, and that almost made Harry freak out. It was better to feel something than this numbness that was setting in.

Muggles littered the side-walks as they went about their day, motor vehicles were pressed together like sardines in a box, he could see people shouting at each other and making crude hand gestures when someone forced themselves into a tight spot.

Still, he was not letting his guard down, and he could not enjoy his first glimpse of the large high-rise buildings that welcomed them. The more central the bus went, the bigger the billboards and neon signs became. Muggles adorned every little road on their way to or from their destinations. Harry followed the stream of people with his gaze before pushing himself against the window and trying to see the top of the large high-rise building with a small smile.

Suddenly he could feel the cold sweat break out on the nape of his neck, and he instinctive stiffened. They had been traveling without stopping for a while now, and he knew that this was not his anxiety taking, and this time there was no reaction from Loki. So it had to be his instincts, warning him about an immediate danger.

The question was who or what was making his magic go on to high alert. Harry's hand came to rest on his wand, his skin had now started to crawl, and his muscles shivered. Harry stared down at his arms and frowned at his behavior. It was like his senses knew something he did not and tried to warn him.

He could not stay on the bus; here, he would be a sitting duck. Not only that, all the muggles would get in the way. So at the next stop, he jumped off and quickly joined the stream of people without any other thought. The smell of greasy food hit his now highlighted scenes, exhaust fumes and perfume stood out in the crowd as he threw a new wandless notice-me-not.

Harry could feel the intensity of his magic increase and swear low. Harry pushed past people, and some shouted angrily after him but went ignored. Was it perhaps MACUSA? But Harry shot down that through fast; it could not be them. He had not used his wand here, and it was the wand magic the government usually tracked. And as he didn't take an international portkey, there was no apparent disturbance of him have popped up here under their radar.

But still, the fact that someone was following him.

Harry could feel a headache start to build behind his eyes as his sensors were beginning to overload, but he needed to do this if he would have a chance to catch whoever was following him. Could he perhaps apparate? No, that was too dangerous in an area like this; and then he would surely draw the attention to him after that. And if it were not MACUSA that was not aware that he was here by then, they would be if hid did that.

Harry's breathing turned rough as he slowly inhaled and exhaled, trying to find out what the hell was going on. He put a hand on his chest and pressed it hard into the fabric, it was like his body had a mind of his own, and his mind lacked control. But he could not continue like this.

He looked out on the muggles again and whiled his heart to slow down, forcing his body to relax, breathe. He could hear talking and laughing, someone was arguing nearby and could listen to snippets of news anchors talking about a team of superheroes in Germany.

His stalker was close.

Harry swore softly and went out into the crowd of muggles again; he had to get the hell out of here and fast. He started to walk with more force and ignored if he bumped into more people by doing so. He turned into a larger opening between the buildings and opened up into a large indoor shopping center.

This was not what he had planned when he set out to find information. Damn his Potter luck; this was the last thing he needed. Why did fate hate him so? Harry walked as fast as he could to get through it all when a sudden shock went through him, and he spun around quickly with wide-open eyes. His hand quickly pulled his wand, ready to protect itself from the danger that suddenly appeared right behind him.

Murphy suddenly proved his right yet again, as his law rang true even to this moment, what could go wrong, would.

And In his case, the whole situation was spiraling down fast beyond worse. He felt how his magic boiled underneath his skin, and it was a wonder that he had not lost control over it yet.

Harry clenched his jaws hard as his eyes landed on the only person sticking out like a sore thumb around the other muggles. He could feel the dark energy fall out of her, enveloping her, and made the surroundings around her lithe body much colder and darker. The woman was wearing an elegant and guaranteed expensive black pencil skirt that matched her curvy body shape. A white blouse was elegantly tucked into the waistband, a black jacket hung around her shoulders, and was only buttoned under her breasts.

Her hair was tightly set in a bun around her neck, and around her neck hung a beautiful piece of gold jewelry. She was what one could call an exotic beauty, and Harry had no idea who she was. But this was the source that had been following him and made his magic go haywire. The light blue eyes now stared straight into his and a smile spread on her blood-red lips, made Harry's blood freeze in his veins.

The pain inside his brain suddenly spiked, and Harry could only feel the dread invade his very soul. He -knew- this woman; he knew exactly who she was and why his instincts had warned him about her.

The realization made his tongue swell in his mouth, and not a single sound managed to leave his vocal cords, and he closed his eyes when he felt how his magic was thrown out of him. TV screens in the shop windows began to flicker, and people looked annoyed at their phones when they stopped working all of a sudden, and glass panes began to shake.

Suddenly it was like everything was too loud around him. Harry could hear every freaking thing, and the light was almost blinding as his magic spiked, making everything around them explode. People started to scream in fright, feet were running away from the impact, and the sparkling of the electronics' fried circuits made a dramatic conclusion to the chaos around them.

Harry tried to get the air down his lungs, but it felt like they had turned to stone together with his body that refused to move even an inch. He could only stare at the woman that was now studying him with a curious look that soon turned into a darker. Like all the color was drained from them and amusement turned cold. There was no doubt about it; his instincts and magic recognized the threat she posed to him without Harry himself realizing it.

"Well, would you look at that" the woman's voice was smooth and had an undertone that Harry could only compare to small bells. If he had not had such a bad story with her, he would indeed have found it pleasant.

Now it only sent painful flashes along his nerves.

"I knew you were alive; how could I not?" The woman continued as she had not noticed the state her appearance had left Harry in. She took a step forward, And Harry felt how his boy suddenly, automatically moved back to put more distance between them.

"I felt your magic come from Loki hours ago, I'm still surprised that it was leaked through him, but I'm glad that it did."

Harry could taste the fear on the tip of his tongue, and he had never felt this kind of dread before. It was like his heart was trying to explode inside his chest; not even when he walked to his death at Voldemort's hand had he felt like this. This was a completely different fear. It went more profound; it was rooted in his very soul.

The woman stopped, and the smile suddenly showed a row of perfect white teeth as she took in his reaction and chuckled.

"What is this? Are you afraid of little old me? " She tilted her head to the side and put a finger to her chin as she was thinking about something.

Harry took a deep breath, trying to control his fear as he spoke through gritted teeth.

"I have every reason to be afraid of you," he said, his voice shaking slightly. "You've caused so much pain and destruction in my life."

The woman's smile widened, and she chuckled again. "Oh, I'm flattered that you remember me so well," she said. "But I can assure you, I had nothing to do with the pain and destruction in your life."

Harry's eyes narrowed in suspicion. "I find that hard to believe," he said. "You were always there, lurking in the shadows, manipulating events behind the scenes."

The woman's smile faltered for a moment before returning full force. She took another step forward, and Harry stepped back again.

"I understand why you might think that," she said smoothly. "But I assure you, all I wanted was to help you."

"Help me?" Harry scoffed. "By using me as a pawn in your twisted games? By forcing me into a situation that almost cost me my life?"

The woman's expression turned cold at Harry's words. "I did what I had to do for the greater good," she said.

"The greater good?" Harry repeated, anger bubbling up inside him. He couldn't believe this woman had the audacity to stand there and try to justify her actions.

"Yes," the woman said firmly. "Everything I did was for a purpose; everything had a reason."

"I don't care about your reasons," Harry spat out. "All I know is that because of you, innocent people suffered."

The woman's eyes narrowed at Harry's words. "You don't understand the bigger picture," she said darkly. "You're quite difficult to eliminate, aren't you, dear Harald? You're like one of those Earth creatures, a cockroach, right? Yes, a cockroach, refusing to stay put and be squashed." She shook her head, her hair bobbing with the motion. "You should have remained dead; it would have been far better for you. But then again, I'm aware that my master found your... trickery quite impressive." She grimaced as if tasting something unpleasant.

Harry tried to open his mouth to repeat something, anything, but nothing came out of his vocals. He could feel the walls closing up upon him. The tingling in his limbs was increasing; it felt like a thousand needles stuck into his skin, every little nerve agitated, and an unnatural wind began to circulate him. His eyes had assumed an almost neon green hue, and suddenly his magic pulsed outward more strongly than ever before.

The woman's eyes widened in shock as Harry's magic pulsed around him. She took a step back, her confident facade starting to falter.

"What is this?" she hissed, her voice laced with fear. This was not Harald original magic, it was something more "What are you?"

Harry didn't answer; he was too focused on controlling his magic, which seemed to have a mind of its own. But deep down, he couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction at seeing the woman who had caused him so much pain now cowering before him.

"You should have left me alone," Harry said, his voice low and dangerous. "You should have let me live my life without meddling in it yet agagin."

The woman's expression turned from fear to anger as she straightened up and regained some of her confidence.

"You insolent little brat!" she spat out. "I will not be spoken to in such a manner! I am far more powerful than you could ever imagine!"

With that, she raised her hand and sent a dark blast of energy towards Harry. But Harry was ready for it; on top of the war, he had been trained by some of the best witches and wizards, and he quickly deflected the attack with a shield charm.

The woman's eyes narrowed as she realized that this would not be an easy fight. She started to send more spells at Harry, but he was able to dodge them all with ease while sending his own spells back at her.

It was like an intricate dance; they moved around each other, casting spells and blocking spells in an epic battle of light and dark magic.

But despite the intensity of the fight, Harry could feel himself gaining the upper hand. His magic seemed to be responding to his every thought and desire, giving him strength and speed beyond what he thought possible.

"If it were up to me, you would be dead before your pretty head could even know what happened," Sigrud sneered as windows exploded outwards; people were now screaming out in the street and was running around from the new invisible threat. The light above them blew out with a simple pulse of his magic, and the women laughed, delighted by the show that was happening in front of her.

"What is this? you have always been one for dramatics but did a cat got your tongue? "She looked at him amused, ignoring the chaos around them. " Are you not even going to say anything to me, sweetie?"

But Harry remained silent, his mind solely focused on defeating this woman who had caused him so much pain and suffering. He could feel the power surging through him, pulsing in time with his heartbeats.

"You can't defeat me, little boy," the woman taunted, sending a burst of dark energy towards Harry. But he was ready for it; his magic swirling around him as he deflected the attack with ease.

Harry compelled himself to inhale deeply as his mind felt disconnected from his body. Gradually, he regained his composure. He was no longer Harald; he was Harry, the boy who survived and emerged victorious from a war. He could deal with the deranged woman he once considered family; he wouldn't let her prevail.

"Even that husband of yours was more fun to look at as he struggled with his insanity."

Harry blinked. What?

"Oh? a reaction!" the woman grinned delightedly. "Yes, yes, of course! you both are so tightly bonded to each other." her smile turned more deadly. "I remember how he pleaded for your, etch night as he was plagued with nightmares. Begging you not to leave him, to stay,to live" she sighed. " you broke his fragile heart."

"What... have you done?" Harry forced out.

The woman's grin widened as she continued her taunting. "Oh, nothing really. Just a little push here and there to send him over the edge."

Harry's heart clenched at the thought of Loki being tormented by this woman's dark magic and action. He could feel the anger bubbling inside him, fueling his magic even more.

"You're sick," Harry spat, sending a powerful spell towards her. But she easily deflected it with a flick of her wrist.

"Is that all you've got?" she mocked, sending another spell towards Harry.

But he was ready for it this time; his shield charm holding strong against her attack. He could feel the intensity building between them, their magic clashing in an explosive display.

"You know, I always found you fascinating," the woman said with a hint of admiration in her voice as they continued to duel. "You have so much power within you, yet you still cling to your morals and your precios misfit"

"Loki is not a misfit!" Harry insisted, his eyes alight with determination. "He was and always will be my family." Regardless of how long he had been away or whether Loki would even acknowledge Harry, in Harry's eyes, he would always see Loki as family.

"Foolish child," the woman scoffed, sending another barrage of spells towards Harry. "Family is just another weakness for me to exploit."

Harry gritted his teeth and pushed back against her attacks with all his might. He refused to let this woman hurt anyone else that he cared about.

"I have to thank you thou, without your so-called sacrificed, I would never have the chance to saw the seed of insanity into him."

It felt like the air inside his lungs was now also turned to ice. Each breath was forced out, raw and painfully. He could not let her words get to him. Loki was alive; they could fix this. Whatever she had done, they could fix it.

Probably.

"Tell me where Loki is, Sigrud," Harry heard himself say like they were not his own words. He moistened his dry lips. He could handle this. Everything was different this time; he was no longer the same.

Sigrud laughed at his words, "And pray tell, why would I do that?" she asked, crossing her arms under her breasts. "You are not going to get to him either way."

Harry felt how his head started to come back more, and he gained control over his mind and body. "No more games," his wand was now held in front of him, ready to blast her into oblivion,

The smile vanished from the lips of the black-haired beauty, halting just before it was entirely gone, leaving a shadow of menace. "I never play games," Sigrud declared with a casual shrug that belied the gravity of the situation, "I only make an observation, and you, are in a dire position." The vast emptiness of the mall enveloped them, the silence broken only by the wailing sirens that echoed ominously through the shattered window, yet both remained indifferent to the chaos outside.

"Says who? I'm no longer the one I was before," Harry shot back, the words came now more freely, and he no longer was stuck inside his fears. He could do this; he had to.

"Oh, I can see that '' Sigrud held out her hand, and Harry could see a spell was forming in her magic.

"But it matters little. You are still going to die at my hand after I get what I need " Sigrud smile deepened into a disgusting sneer.

Harry was ready to get over with this whole damn thing and get Loki from wherever he was. And When he did, he would give that god a piece of his mind for all the trouble he had found him in. But before Harry could even think of an own spell or even an action to take, his head started to throb in pain and the sucking feeling he had been feeling for a while now ached up inside his stomach.

His whole world is suddenly turned upside down and inside out simultaneously as he felt the second heart beating in his chest, and all air went out of his lungs as the attack from Sigrud came tower him fast. Harry made his body dodge it but, at that moment, lost his footing and tumbled away. He could feel how Loki's magic enveloped him. It called to him like nothing before, and he now recognized the warning that the feeling gave him about what would happen.

Harry's eyes widened in shock at the wrong timing, no, no, no, this could not be happening right now.

Harry took a staggering step back and brought a hand up to his head to try to prevent what he knew was coming. Loki could not be serious; he could not do it right now. Harry tried to hold his wand in front of him and tried to fire a spell to duel his aunt as she now had started to shoot at him again.

He tried to ignore the soul calling his mate was doing. He felt terrible for doing it, but this was possibly the worst possible moment to even go soul searching for Loki or whatever it was called. But Harry had never felt this powerful attraction before, this painful plea for stability, for something to hold on to, to make him whole again. It was a mental pain that made his stomach turn in and out.

Harry could not remember if he was vomiting or not, but the taste invaded his tongue in any case, and his vision darkened. It was as if his magic was screaming at him for something that could remove this pain that was pulsating in his tired body. Another flash of pain, and this time his vision went white. Harry took a step back, his body feeling lighter, and with a shaky sight, he tried to focus on the danger in front of him, but the pull was getting harder and harder to resist.

Before Harry knew it, he had fallen to the ground, and the last thing he saw was a pair of red high-heeled shoes walking towards him, and a mischievous laugh echoed in his ears. And the final thought he had was that Hermione would kill him If he survived this whole situation, and then the darkness closed around him, and he fell into the connection of his soul mate calling.