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Adjusting his rear view mirror for the third time, Harry Potter finally felt as though he'd gotten the hang of this whole driving thing. While he still had to continuously tell himself to drive on the other side of the road and occasionally forgot to use the turn signal, the rest of it had come easy enough to him. The Plymouth Horizon wasn't nearly as good as his father-in-law's old Ford Anglia, obviously, but it was serviceable enough.

Harry had only a vague idea which direction he was meant to be going in; he'd opted out of using a GPS since he didn't want to get overly attached to Muggle technology. Instead he would take his wand from the dashboard every once in a while and say "Point me" to it in order to regain his bearings. He made sure to do it quietly so as to not wake the small figure in the passenger seat.

He took his eyes off the road for a split second to reassure himself that his six-year-old godson was still asleep. Teddy Lupin's hair had faded from the bright yellow-green he'd been sporting most of the day to his father's light brown, framing the heart-shaped face that he'd inherited from his mother. The hand that wasn't clutched tightly around an illustrated copy of Babbity Rabbity and her Cackling Stump had crept up to his mouth. Teddy had stopped sucking his thumb for the most part while conscious, but often when he slept it would become firmly lodged in his mouth once more. Harry smiled gently at the slumbering child, wishing he had a camera so he could pull over and snap a picture to tease his godson in later years. He turned his head to face the road again.

And let out a yell as his high beams illuminated a large gray wolf standing in the middle of the road.

With a curse, Harry jerked the wheel as sharply as he could to the left, swerving to avoid the wolf, who merely stared back at him, unmoving. Teddy screamed as he woke up, which was the last thing Harry heard before slamming into a tree and being thrown into darkness.

Harry came to suddenly, his entire body protesting the return to consciousness. With a groan, Harry forced himself to awaken entirely, cursing the people who rented the car to him for giving him one with faulty airbags. Pushing himself off the steering wheel, he glanced over at the passenger seat.

His heart stopped.

The passenger seat was empty. The seatbelt was undone. The book lay at the bottom of the car; the cover had been torn off by a large shard of glass from the broken windshield.

Teddy was gone.

His name tore from Harry's lips in a choked whisper. Harry thrust his hand into the broken dashboard for his wand. He winced as shards of glass stabbed at his fingers but he ignored them. Seeing that his wand wasn't there, he unbuckled his seatbelt, jerking his head back to look in the back seat. He saw nothing but the rest of the trashed car. He forced the door open with his foot after pushing yielded nothing and stumbled out of the car, landing on all fours. He hissed in pain as his hand landed on a jagged piece of wood that pierced the flesh.

"Teddy!" he called out, raising himself to his knees and ripping the piece of wood out of his hand. The wood felt familiar in his hand somehow…

Harry looked down. Lying in his left hand, covered in the blood of his right, was an uneven piece of holly. He looked around at the ground. There were three other pieces just like it, all in varying sizes, a small strand of red connecting two of them.

His wand had been shattered.

The wand that had withstood the attack in Godric's Hollow, that had held up enough that the Elder Wand had been able to repair it, the wand that but for four long months had served him faithfully for nearly thirteen years, had finally met its end.

In a car crash.

The Dursleys would be in hysterics if they ever found out about this.

Harry didn't know how long he knelt there, staring at the broken fragments of his wand, but eventually he shook himself out of it. This was no time to be mourning a piece of wood, no matter how much it felt like he'd just lost a limb. Teddy's life was on the line. He had to find him. He would find him. He got up, tossing the fragments of wood aside and stepping away from the wrecked car, though no matter how much he told himself to forget about his wand and focus on Teddy, it took a considerable amount of effort to not look back as he faced the road again.

"TEDDY!" he shouted, cupping his hands around his mouth. He'd started taking shorter breaths. "TEDDY!" he bellowed again, turning around. "Where did you go?" he muttered. "He can't've gotten far." Harry tried not to dwell on why he might not have gotten that far…. "TEDDY!" He strained his ears, but he heard nothing but the echoing of his own voice.

Frustrated, he reached for his wand, groaning when he remembered it had broken beyond repair. Homenum revelio was out, as was sonorous. He wasn't even sure where he was anymore. He'd been heading south the last time he'd checked his wand, but he had no idea where he was heading now.

Shaking his head before shouting again, he looked along the street they'd crashed on. He could only hope that Teddy would keep to the road. He knew better than to stray into the forest; Harry and Andromeda had raised him with more sense than that.

He hoped.

He prayed.

The moon was almost full, and just barely enough to see by. Harry shouted his godson's name again, deciding to quickly double back the way they'd come to see if Teddy had gone that way, or even to see if there was any more traffic out this late at night and if they would help him. He yelled "TEDDY!" continuously as he ran, squinting in the dark, trying to make out if any shadows looked humanoid in nature. His eyes kept trailing along the ground, even as he prayed that he wouldn't stumble on any small, prone figures—

Harry shook his head violently and continued to sprint up the road, still shouting Teddy's name, determinedly staring straight ahead. So focused was he on straining his ears to pick up every gust of wind that he almost didn't see the road end rather suddenly. He skidded to a halt, unable to believe what he was seeing.

The street before him had disappeared, the part that he was standing on ending in a jagged cliff that led to a black abyss that had no discernable bottom. Harry stood at the edge, panting, trying to catch his breath back. He looked up, but saw nothing but more blackness. The entire street that he and Teddy had just driven down had vanished.

The edge of the street itself…It was almost as though it had been…eaten away.

Harry took a deep breath, raised his trembling hands to his mouth once more, and screamed his godson's name as loudly as he could. It echoed ominously in the darkness.

There was no answer.

With a howl of frustration, Harry turned to go back the way they had been headed. His foot kicked something as he started to run again, and what sounded like a small glass bottle started to roll away from him. Harry looked down, just barely able to make out what he had just kicked. Picking up the bottle, he squinted as he looked at the label, which, as far as he could make out, simply said "Health Drink." Puzzled, not really trusting any kind of strange substance whose origins he was unaware of, he nevertheless pocketed the bottle, wishing that he'd thought to grab his mokeskin bag before setting off.

He stopped short.

His mokeskin bag.

It was in the trunk of the car.

With his Firebolt.

Harry swore violently, cursing himself for being dumber than Goyle on a bad day. How could he have forgotten his Firebolt?! He ran as fast as he could back to the car. The trunk had been smashed from a fallen branch so that it was partially open, making any kind of key or unlocking charm unnecessary, thankfully. He wrenched the lid open all the way, sticking his hand in and fumbling for his broomstick and the bag that was unfortunately jammed somewhere in the back. He bit back a cry of pain as splinters pierced his hand – he was not having the best of luck with wooden objects today.

He wrenched the broom out of the trunk, groaning in dismay when he took in the state of it. It wasn't as bad off as his old Nimbus had been, but it wasn't going to fly any time soon either. Shoving down a lump in his throat — gift from Sirius or not, it was still just a broomstick, and he had a six-year-old child to find — Harry dug through the back of the trunk, past the spare tire that was now useless and past the collection of articles from the American Wizarding newspaper, the Freeman's Owl, and let out a whoop of delight as his scratched fingers finally grasped the edge of the bag.

He jerked it out and opened it, hoping that he'd have something useful. He'd left the Cloak and the Map at home, but hopefully he still had a few decent healing potions stored away. A quick look told him that aside from a few bottles of Essence of Dittany and several packages of bandages Hermione had insisted he pack as he was going to a largely Muggle-populated area, he had few things that would be considered useful, no matter how tempting that bottle of Firewhiskey was looking at the moment. He pulled the Health Drink out of his pocket and stored it inside the pouch. If he were to find anything else useful he'd be able to store it in here; Hermione had somehow managed to equip the pouch with an Undetectable Extension Charm in addition to whatever other enchantments had already been added to it.

He could even store a body if necessary…

Harry banged his head on the trunk of the car. He had to stop thinking like that. He couldn't think like that. He would find Teddy. He had a feeling that Teddy wouldn't be in the best shape, but if he was well enough to get so far away from the car then he couldn't be too badly hurt. He would find him, and they would go home.

Together.

No matter what.

Harry would make sure of it, or he would die trying.

For Remus. For Tonks.

For Teddy.

He hurried down the road, still calling for his missing godson, heedless of the fog beginning to gather around him.