Ascension 2

The first hints of early morning light presented themselves in Gotham City. Harry Potter was in a restful state and in quite the position. After last night's activities, which had a couple of rounds, he was not really certain how he found himself in this position. As for whether or not he was questioning it, of course not.

Harry's arms wrapped around the sleeping form of Vicki Vale as he spooned against her. It was a comfortable position that neither of them wanted to break up soon. Her red hair framed her face, as he shifted against her. It was a comforting position to be in, so naturally Harry got the most of it.

On his other side, Kara rested lazily up next to Harry, a big smile on her face. The blonde felt the warmth go through her body as she was behind Harry, spooning against him. She was not completely awake, but not completely asleep.

She was in that state for only a few seconds, and she managed to jar herself awake. The blonde smile as the empowering rays of sunshine hit her face. She could see Harry awake and he dislodged himself from Vicki, as the blonde dislodged herself from her mate.

"Morning," Kara whispered and Harry smile.

"It's a good morning, and a really good evening last night," Harry said and Kara lazily rested her head on Harry's shoulder, her leg half draped over him.

"You can say it again."

"I'm pretty sure that you got what I meant already," Harry said, reaching over and slowly stroking Kara's hair. The blonde relaxed against him, a hungry look dancing in her eyes and Harry draped his arm over her.

"Well, I got a pretty good idea, yes," Kara agreed with a smile on her face, and once again, after last night, most girls would have considered sleeping in. Kara was not what you would classify as most girls, however.

That one was for sure and Kara looked rather smug, as the blonde leaned in and planted a light kiss on Harry's lips. He returned the kiss with more fever and fury than she could have expected. It caused Kara's mind to go wild, and Harry held the beautiful blonde in close to him.

"So….wow," Kara managed, feeling her heart skip several beats as that kiss never once failed to get her going in the morning. Not that she wasn't getting going in the morning. Her body was draped over his and she didn't really feel the need to move from her position in the not so distant future. "So…..what are your plans for today?"

Harry still was positioned underneath Vicki, well his arm was to be honest, but he could hopefully dislodge that before too long without stirring her.

"Well, I got a lot to do today," Harry admitted to Kara and the blonde smiled at him, before he began to list the things that he was planning on doing today. "Well I've got to go home and work out, have breakfast, and then I have paperwork to do at Wayne….."

Harry smiled at the look on Kara's face but he would have to agree with her that some responsibilities were less desirable than others. But that was just the nature of his life.

"Then at Ten O' Clock I have a meeting with Fox," Harry admitted and he was mentally running down all of what he had to do. There was a lot, so much to do, with so little time. Kara's expression brightened as Harry continued to go over his plans. "And then….well I'm sure that something will come up from there. It never fails"

Harry pulled his arm out from underneath Vicki, managing not to disturb her, which was a feat amongst itself. He locked eyes with Kara, who gave him a smoldering smile and grin, the two getting close to each other.

"It always does," Kara agreed, and Harry picked her up off of the bed, and wrapped his arms around her.

The blonde melted into her lover's embrace, with Harry's tongue pushing deep into her mouth. Kara was met with an passionate and great kiss, her mind nearly melting underneath his strong grip. She straddled his lap, her legs draped firmly over his thighs.

The kiss got rather heated and Kara's hands freely explored his body. His hands were cupped on her naked ass and they were about ready to head towards a particularly interesting position.

Then the kiss broke and Kara whined, as Harry gave her a half of a shadow of a grin. Just when things were getting interesting.

'Fucking tease,' Kara thought, as she watched Harry make his way towards the direction of the living room to find where his clothes went. They got kicked around after last night quite a lot. The twins, Faora, and Karen all seemed rather amused by this.

'Well, Kara, the money is in the chase or something like that,' Karen lectured her younger twin and Kara crossed her arms, with a matching scowl on her face. 'Oh, I forgot how I used to do that when I was younger, that's amazing.'

'Ah, precious again,' Faora said and Kara shook her head, with Harry getting dressed and bidding his goodbyes.

'You do realize that he played you for his own amusement and you allowed him too,' Diana commented in an even voice. She wasn't trying to make fun of Kara, but she was stating what she thought to be an obvious fact.

'Ah, I'm sure that it will be worth it later, plus it's not like you didn't get hours of mind blowing sex last night,' Donna suggested and there was some mutterings of agreement.

'Please stop making sense,' Kara argued but she saw the alluring red head on the bed and devious thoughts crept into the blonde's mind.

'Well if it makes you feel any better, I sense a delightful consolation prize,' Amanda added to Kara.

Kara smiled, breakfast was served and the delightful Miss Vale was pretty much at her mercy. Given how much she had been worked up, it was time to release some of those emotions.

With a bright and bubbly "good morning, Vicki", Kara dove in for the kill, her tongue trailing over her lip and she set her sights on a completely different set of lips.

The spring in his mother's step amused Harrison to no end, as he watched Lily practically skip all the way down the street, after their meeting with Snape. The fact that he should have been put out of everyone's misery a long time ago was something that he reminded himself of. But now he was.

'Well, why shouldn't she be happy?' Rose asked and that was a statement that absolutely nobody in the bond link could disagree with. The fact was that Lily had every reason in the world to be happy.

The truth was that Lily was as giddy as a school girl, but that might not be giving her a sufficient amount of credit of what happened. The things that Snape saw on his way to the afterlife, he was tortured by. And he would only have more torture. While Harrison did not have the direct pipeline to that side as Prime did, he knew enough to figure out what was going on.

"Well, amazing, finally, should have done it at the Graveyard…"

"Well, he's gone now, better late than never," Harrison said and Lily planted a kiss on his lips, burning and hot. That really got both of them going.

Unfortunately, there would have to be business that came way before pleasure. The hairs on the back of Harrison's neck prickled up, and that was not because of his mother's kiss. He stopped short and Lily stopped.

Lily wasn't the smartest witch of her age or any other because she had a lack of perception. She saw things flittering in and out amongst the other side of reality. Frowning, she asked the question. "Is that…."

"It's another one of those reality tears, and this one….well it's more pronounced," Harrison said and Morgaine decided to pop in with her two cents.

'It's getting more prominent, I can feel them, but….'

She was cut off momentarily which indicated that Harrison and Lily stepped into something. Any state of being happy, well that was down the commode right away, as they found themselves in a demented land of sheer crazy.

'What the fuck?' Harrison thought.

There were demented looking trees, gnarled, and weird multi-colored creatures going around. An eerie kind of chanting filled their ears, as they looked to be in an area where it looked like the result of an affair between the Forbidden Forest and Wonderland.

'It's fleeting, sometimes open for seconds, sometimes mere minutes, but the effects on reality are getting worst, as Faerie World bleeds into this realm,' Morgaine continued, as she finally managed to use her nature to establish the link between Harrison and Lily, with Circe hopping on as well.

A winged creature zipped back at them and Lily clenched her fist. Something was going to break but the real question was what and how?

"I'll stay on my toes," Harrison whispered to Lily and she nodded, her jaw set and determination flooding through her eyes.

"Right, on my toes," Lily agreed, but that went without saying. This was a place where if you blinked too often, it lead down a road paved with madness.

"We need to find the nearest exit, and fast," Harrison said, keeping on his toes. "And Fay….well they're not exactly cordial with guests."

The last time Harrison stepped into this realm, his head was nearly split open by some Red Caps. It was a dangerous place and not one that he was looking forward to visiting again.

"Not the friendly sort…."

'Not at all,' Morgaine thought and she knew that reality had to bleed into the Fay World pretty badly for them to be able to pass through again. 'It seems to be attracted to you more, as this is the second time that you've passed through.'

'Oh, well consider myself lucky then,' Harrison thought in a dull voice.

'I wouldn't say that luck had much to do about it, with magic, things rarely happen without a reason, or a purpose,' Circe thought and once again, she noticed that everything was getting weirder by the second. 'The corruption is more intense than I thought, if that forest is any indication. If you find your way back into the real world…..'

'Sooner, the better,' Lily thought, her anxiety crept up on her. She didn't often become anxious but this realm seemed like a death trap and got more surreal the further they walked. The sky was not a healthy color, it seemed to be a glowing purple, pretty and sinister at the same time. More sinister the more the further they walked come to think about it.

"Looks like someone was watching us," Harrison whispered and Lily stopped, her mouth hanging open.

Most humans were predisposed to two reactions, fight or flight. Given their Kryptonian heritage, they were a bit different. That being said, they continued their journey in the mist and they could see a glowing pair of golden eyes stare at them.

Lily and Harrison stopped and they saw a woman of unmistakable beauty. She was so beautiful that one's heart would ache by looking at her. Purple hair hung limply down her shoulders, framing her angelic face and golden glowing eyes. Her rich, plump lips were full, and her white robe hung down, wrapping around her curves. She had a slender build, which made her breasts look all that much the larger compared to her frame.

Both sides stared at each other for ten seconds and the female lifted her hand, turning it and motioned for the two of them to follow her further on.

'So….should we?' Lily asked.

'She's not attacking yet,' Harrison thought to her.

'That's the key word, but is she luring….'

'Well, we're just going to have to follow her and see, because if we don't, that could very well provoke a violent reaction,' Harrison thought, keeping his eyes on the exotic girl. What was her game, he wondered. She had to be playing a good one to be honest.

They would just have to wait and see but for now, they remained firmly and completely standing in the dark. It was a game that they would have to play, at least for now.

"So this is the shit, that Ugly sent over, is it?"

"Yeah, say what you want about the guy and how he earns that moniker, but when he owes you a favor, he pays up with interest," Tony Zucco said as he was discussing matters with Eddie Skeevers, the older brother of Jefferson. Whilst Jefferson was a small time pimp and drug dealer, Eddie was further up the food chain. He was a major smuggler, a high end pimp, and drug dealer along with the right hand man of Zucco. Right now he looked like a kid in a crackhouse with his eyes lingering on the equipment. "Take a look at this shit."

"Very nice," Skeevers said as he looked over the guns, cradling one of them like he would have a precious child. The fact of the matter is this weapon should tip the scales over to their side.

Bruno "Ugly" Mannheim, who ran Intergang over in Metropolis, had sent them over some more advanced weapons. Nothing too advanced and Zucco didn't know how the fuck he got his hands on some of the shit he did. A lot of people on the underworld whispered that Mannheim sold his soul to the devil but none of them were willing to confirm that fact by asking the man himself.

That being said, this high tech weapon could pierce most armor and also have several more rounds in them. And not be damaged as easily which was a plus. Zucco looked like a kid on Christmas morning.

"Yeah, lost a lot a ground with those freaks Penguin and Black Mask, well we're going to get it back and we're getting it back with interest," Zucco said with a grin and glee dancing in his eyes, as he held one of the weapons, pointing it towards a large practice dummy that was hanging against the wall.

With a trigger shot, he impacted the dummy with expert precious, tearing it up.

"And it's something that a third grader can fire, which given the education of some of these mooks, that's about what we could expect, going to have to send Ugly a Christmas card about the good haul."

With all of the crates secured, things were about to be different. This new style of mobsters thought that they were something, but the Maroni family was going to take control of Gotham. The Roman's brats couldn't do anything about it, and neither could these freaks, whether they be these new mob bosses or those punks in Halloween costumes.

"So, I've been meaning to ask you about your little project, to get our hands on some more territory," Zucco remarked. "You are….."

"Yes, clear out all the trash out of Ghost Town, yes, I know," Skeevers replied, cracking his knuckles with a wide grin on his face. "Bunch of low lives, some of them used to be hot shit but now….."

"Yeah, they're just taking up space, no one's going to miss them when they're gone, to keep our house clean got to take out the trash," Zucco added, cracking his knuckles. "So, what's the progress update on that, anyway?"

"So, best I can tell, everything is going on schedule," Eddie told Zucco, and he looked really pleased with himself.

"Best, you can tell….either you know or you don't….."

"Some other operations have…..took up my time," Eddie said and he waved his hand, before he told Zucco what was going on. "But don't worry, Jefferson, he's the one who is doing it. He's handling it, besides, what are a bunch of bums going to do against us?"

"Well, you got a point, but I'd still be happy if they're gone," Zucco whispered, placing his hands over each other and cracking his knuckles. "Nothing's going to go wrong, it can't go wrong, we got the gear, but without the territory….."

At that second, his cell phone rang. Grumbling at being interrupted, Zucco held up his hand, telling Eddie to wait one minute. "Yes….it's your time, but you better have a damn fucking good reason for calling me….oh….shit….."

Zucco was listening to every word and Eddie read the expression on his face. It was getting grimmer, darker…and then he nodded. "Yeah….yeah….yes….I….shit, well it's something out of a horror movie…..well no shit you ran…yeah that bad….fuck….he's here….I'll tell him."

Zucco put down the phone and there was a long sigh that he was given.

"Well….some….I don't even know what to say it….something out of a horror movie struck the club last night….and he killed a bunch of guys, and dragged Jefferson off into the night," Zucco whispered, and he looked oddly somber and serious for the moment. Eddie blinked. "Well….he never had a chance, blood was splattered all over the alleyway, and they found…..well they found enough of him to make a positive ID."

"That….who did this?" Eddie demanded. He was in not shock right there and Zucco looked at him, the man did have a temper on him. He was just waiting for the dam to broke and him to explode. "That fucker….that fucker, HE'S DEAD, I DON'T CARE WHO HE IS, HE'S FUCKING DEAD!"

Eddie looked about ready to strangle someone and soon.

"I know, I know, but I'll help," Zucco said, someone attacking his associates, that could put a damper on things. "Likely someone fucking around with something….but we'll figure it out, it could be a lot of smoke and mirrors and shit….but I'll help you track him down."

"You better find him soon, or someone's going to die," Eddie grumbled, as he wanted to pick up one of the new weapons that Ugly got them and plug this fucker that killed his brother, until his brains splattered on the sidewalk.

Zucco decided to spare Eddie the details of the grisly sight. Saying what he said filled in the blanks.

He wanted to see the scene of the crime himself, because he had no idea how bad it was. But it couldn't be as bad as they said it was, could it?

That's what he wanted to find out. He leaned forward and whispered to his driver. "Head to Ghost Town…."

"Are you sure…."

"Do you think I'm blowing smoke out of my ass?" Zucco asked him and the man nodded. "I want to see what the fuck is going on there, do you hear me?"

The driver did his job and drove, because he knew better to argue in a situation like this.

'So, they got….sent to another realm again,' Harry thought to the group over there, he and a dupe was working diligently on the paperwork at Wayne Industries. That was a task that Harry would trust no one other than himself to get accomplished at the moment. 'Because we're cutting in and out.'

'And by that you mean, you can get a moment of it here, and then nothing for several minutes or even an hour,' Morgaine thought and Daphne piped in.

'Yes, you're not the only one,' Daphne said.

'I'll second that,' Astoria agreed, oddly serious and somber at this point and for good reason.

'So what exactly is going on, do they….'

'They've been joined by two more women, along the lines of the first one that I described,' Morgaine chimed in and Harry let out the breath that he had been holding in his body. 'You know the type, so beautiful, but so sinister at the same time. You would think that they were up to something.'

'They're going to try and ride it out for as long as they can go,' Circe inputted and Harry was about to ask the obvious question but she cut him off. 'While all of your help is appreciated, it's just for the best that…..well it's just for the best that you allow this to ride through on their own. Don't worry, everything will be fine.'

'That's the problem, I do worry,' Harry replied, and it was his mother who had brought into this which caused him to monitor the situation closely.

'Well we're keeping an eye on the situation, don't worry, once we find out more, you'll be the first to know,' Morgaine thought to him. 'I can shift in easily thanks to my duel nature, so if things get rough…..'

'Even though they can handle themselves,' Rose thought, chiming in and Morgaine smiled at the antics of the youngest Evans sister.

'Yes, even though they can handle themselves,' Morgaine thought to herself and she just let Harry and the duplicate in his office get back to work, keeping the channel open for any updates.

Harry got a fleeting moment occasionally like one of those echoes that passed into the night. He could barely hold onto it.

Gathering up the finished paperwork, two versions of Har-Zod became one, and he made his way to Lucius Fox's office, where he was meeting with the man himself, along with Bruce Wayne in a few minutes. It would reflect badly on him if he was late for such an important meeting.

Harry made the trip down to Fox's office, stopping briefly at the office to see the man's secretary. When she spotted Harry, never once breaking the conversation she was having on the phone, she quickly waved Harry into the office, never once breaking tone.

With a smile on his face, he entered the office and nearly stopped at the sight that greeted him on the desk.

It was an attractive young black female who appeared to be in her late teens, maybe early twenties, sitting on the desk, her legs crossed. Her black hair was tied back neatly and a pair of deep brown eyes flickered. She dressed conservatively but there was a hint of something else that lingered underneath.

Harry was momentarily distracted by the fact that Bruce did not arrive. Which was odd, because he normally showed up fashionably early to meetings like this, even when taking his nocturnal activities into account.

The young wizard cleared his throat and the young woman nearly jumped off of the desk. It was obvious that she was deep in thought about something.

"Oh…um….hello," she said as she looked at him, recognizing him immediately and why he was a very important person. She was flustered but gained a bit of confidence as she spoke. "My name is Tamara Fox….I'm Lucius's daughter…..I was supposed to tell you that my father had to run out but he'd be back in about five minutes, Doctor Potter….."

"Well, it's a pleasure to meet you, Miss Fox, and I suppose that an introduction would be redundant at this point," Harry said, greeting her in his friendly matter and she managed a smile, a bit dazed before she snapped back, looking fairly professional.

"But his secretary….she kind of was supposed to inform you of this fact….you know….."

"She was on the phone when I came in," Harry said to her and she nodded. "So, tell me about yourself a little bit while we wait….Miss Fox."

"Please, call me Tamara," she said to him with a smile.

'One galleon!' Amanda cheered through the bond link.

'And please call me Harry,' Donna chimed in, tapping her hand an imaginary wrist watch.

"Then I should insist that you call me Harry," he said, ignoring the obvious comments from the peanut gallery, along with them setting up a pool for this one.

"Okay….Harry," Tamara said, it felt weird to call such a living legend around Gotham City by his given name, but she supposed that it was a lot formal. Plus he was technically a bit younger than her, which was shocking. She would have pegged him for mid twenties at the youngest, until her father told him differently. His accomplishments made other people his age look quite inadequate. "Graduated Gotham Private academy with honors, then I moved onto Harvard, and I got my Masters in business management before I was nineteen years old. It was hard work but I managed to do it"

Harry loved how he surrounded himself with prodigies as far as the eye could see.

"Well you have brains and beauty, that's an attractive combination," Harry told her and she smiled at him.

"Well, I'm sure many are turned on…..well many appreciate your accomplishments as well, aren't you going for another Doctorate?" she asked him in awe.

"Yes, and it's a balancing act, but I think that you'll find that I can balance a lot at once," Harry said.

"Oh, so you're good at multi-tasking," she replied, not quite realizing the implications of what she said or maybe she did.

It was at this moment, Lucius arrived, with a befuddled. "Mr. Wayne isn't here yet?"

Both turned and face him but before either could response, he offered a rather rough. "I'm sure that he'll turn up soon.'

'Maybe,' Harry thought, Bruce's disappearance was bound to get noticed by someone, and it made him really wonder if he hadn't run into something during his nocturnal activities.

Fox sat behind the desk and he decided to get straight to a point that he had been meaning to ask Harry. "So, did you find a personal assistant yet?"

"No, I found someone who can act as a social secretary, but a personal assistant, no," Harry said to him.

"Well, I was hoping that you would consider Tamara for the role," Lucius said, thinking that it would be a good way for his daughter to get her feet in the front door. And she was qualified unlike the children of a lot of other high ranking executives who got their roles because of who their parents were and then blew the opportunity that had been handed to them on a silver platter.

'Well, I'm beginning to think that this meeting was not a coincidence,' Kara thought with a wide smile on her face.

'Obvious set up is in fact very obvious,' Amanda said and there was an agreement.

'Not necessarily a bad thing though, is it?' Gabrielle asked and there were a lot of nods in agreement about that point.

Tamara was momentarily shocked at the set up and she could see Harry consider her briefly. It seemed like their innocent little meeting was a stealth job interview.

"Well that's up to her isn't it?" Harry asked with a smile. "From what she's told me, she's qualified and it will allow her to get her foot in the door…..so what do you think."

"Yes," Tamara said without hesitation.

"Welcome then," Harry said with a smile at her and there was much rejoicing throughout the bond network and he could see how interesting she was.

This would prove to be a fruitful partnership.

"Surely if you open your eyes, you will see the own lies that you have blinded yourself with and that mask you wear….it's fully representative to all that."

Batman had been getting drilled by the Deacon's words for some time. It was like a never ending sledgehammer to the head. The man stood there, wearing nothing but a wife beater top and pants, his hair going around rather wild, dripping with sweat.

"The power that you think you hold over these people, nothing but a world of delusion that you have created for yourself my brother, and that delusion will cause you to descend further into the world of brimstone and molten madness. But I will deliver you, my brother, and I will allow Gotham City to be a haven for those who deserve it, for the wicked to be purged."

He could see that Batman was slumped forward and the man cupped Batman roughly by the chin and pushed him up. He could see the blood shot eyes, and a nasty smirk spread over his face.

"It appears that we will have to finish this at another time," he chuckled as he let go of Batman's head, allowing him to slump forward. Trying to make those who were the wicked saw the light took time and he had plenty of that time on his hands.

Walking forward, with determination and fire blazing through his eyes, the Deacon made the trip to the next room. The Dark Knight would not move, his acolytes would ensure that, and without his toys, he was just as useless as the next man.

Walking into a gymnasium, he saw his converted at work, doing the lord's word. The Deacon smiled, as they were busy at work making Molotov cocktails and bundling sticks of dynamite together. A holy war was waged with the proper tools. He could see one of his newest friends supervising the efforts, given his past time; he was used to something like this.

So far everything was going ahead of schedule, better than he could have hoped to be honest. A wide and wicked grin spread across his face as he looked at his men. "So, what's the good word, my brother….."

"Fine….good….but I'm curious about something," the man said and the Deacon waved him over, walking forward. The two were almost face to face. "What is all this for?"

"I'm a simple man, with simple tastes," he replied in a calm and cool voice.

He cleared his throat and all of the workers locked their gaze onto him.

"You have done well my brothers, and you need to realize that time is not on their side, but on our side. You see, the further we work the more that we do the good lord's work, the more we are delivered to the promise land. And this city is full of sinners, sinners that are going to burn. Once we have cleansed the city, Gotham City, and the rest of them….the rest of this cruel world will be restored."

They were hanging on his every word, that was the kind of power that he said.

"Some have embraced the demons, but…..we will rage a war that will deliver us to the promise land," he continued. "Once all of the sinners have been destroyed, once they have been brought to Gotham City…..then…..we will be able to return. All of you have suffered for their sins but now the balance has been restored. I wish for you to follow me, and to follow me into this new era. Men, women, and children are brought forth to be judged, wondering if the reaper will come and bring them off to the other side, to either their reward or their torment."

They still hung on every word and he was just getting warmed up. The plan, his crusade, his mission, it was on schedule. Soon it would be on schedule.

"Gotham City will burn, dragging all the sinners into the ashes and the righteous will be spared once we are born anew."

The men got back to work, understanding this perfectly now, each word resounded to them. They understood what it was like to suffer for the sins of a city that did not respect them at all.

Harrison and Lily reached their destination, as foreboding as it would. The closest comparison they could make was it was a set of stones that resembled Stonehedge, and there was this strange glowing vortex that resounded in the middle of it.

Three more women had joined them sooner, bringing the grand total of the females making this journey with them to six.

'So….this is smelling more obvious of a trap the longer we're here, isn't it?' Lily asked and Harrison nodded.

'Goes without saying, but the longer we're here, the less of a chance we might have of finding our way out,' Harrison thought, hoping that they could play their cards and quick. Either way, something was bound to happen.

'Not really in our best intention to spring it, though,' Lily thought and it was Harrison who chimed in with a few words of his own.

'Yes, it might not be in our best intention to spring it but at the same time, it's the only way we can figure things out,' Harrison thought and Morgaine let out the breath that she was holding.

'Shall I say that it's likely not the best idea to trust a Fay," Morgaine asked and she paused, before adding her next few words on top of the statement. 'Or is that one of those things that really goes without saying as well?'

'No, don't trust them, unless they give an oath, an airtight oath without any wiggle room,' Circe advised both of them as well, both her and Morgaine were monitoring the entire situation. Acting as a go between form both sides of the realms because of their nature.

'And even then…..well they don't like to give those types of oaths,' Morgaine warned them, it was a lot easier to force blood from a turnip. 'You really have to force them to do that and good luck in doing that.'

Harrison and Lily smiled at each other, they knew what was coming, so now it was up for them to make it happen.

The women had been silent up until this point, which was suspicious at their own right. The two stepped into the stone circle and sprung the trap.

The second that the trap was sprung, the women's beauty became less prominent and it was obviously an illusion to lure anyone down there into a false sense of security.

They transformed into wraith like versions of themselves and one of them opened her mouth, letting out a sonic scream.

Lily and Harrison dropped to their knees, their enhanced hearing being played havoc with. The shriek of the banshee was something that very few people could sustain.