For the remaining few hours of the night, Zayn stayed inside the dungeon with Louis, allowing the lad to use him as a pillow because he wasn't able to lie down due to his restraints.

The light beginning to shine through the small window tells him that it's already morning. And as much as he didn't want to wake Louis up yet, knowing the boy probably hadn't gotten much sleep like himself due to their uncomfortable sleeping position, he has to leave before Simon comes to check up on him.

Gently nudging the blue eyed shapeshifter awake, Zayn whispers a quick apology to Louis, who groans but lifts his head up from the raven haired lad's shoulder.

"Sorry to wake you, Lou."

"Don't apologize, bro. You're the one who bared through the night here with me."

"Yeah but-"

The sound of footsteps approaching cuts the two friends off, and thankfully, Zayn was able to teleport himself out before Simon entered room.

"Sleep well, Tomlinson?"

Louis doesn't bother to answer him.

"Oh, I see. The quiet treatment, huh?"

Still, no response.

The warlock huffs at not being acknowledged. His eyes dart to the shapeshifter's leg, and he's not surprised that the wound once there was gone.

"I'm guessing Zayn paid you a visit, hmm?"

Simon catches the lad stiffen but remains to avoid speaking up and making eye contact with him.

A devilish grin appears on the warlock's face when a thought comes to his mind, "would be a shame if something were to happen to him-"

"Don't you even DARE think of hurting him!" Louis growls, glaring daggers at the man he absolutely loathes.

"Well it's either him, or you."

The shapeshifter knew what Simon was planning, and he hated how cruel and merciless he is.

But maybe this is his chance to finally be free.

If he dies now, he won't be under Simon's spell anymore.

"Do it then..." He looks up with a challenging glint in his eyes.

"Do what, hmm?" The warlock waits for his response.

He has nothing left to live for anyway...

"Kill me."

A menacing look appears on Simon's face, "oh what a great idea."

Dark magic slowly began to build up on the warlock's hand, and Louis is beginning to get impatient.

"What are you waiting for? Just kill me already!"

"You think I don't know why you're willing to die? Foolish boy. You should know me better than that, Tomlinson." Simon tsks, crossing his arms, "but I will grant you your request, so I'll be sure to make it a slow and painful death so it's all worth it."

The warlock sends a blast of his powers at Louis, which emits an agonizing scream from the poor shapshifter, his whole body feeling like its being burned from the inside out.

An evil smirk plasters itself on Simon's face as he listens to the cries of what will soon be another dead shapeshifter to add to his list of kills. "Now this is going to be fun."
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After splitting up from the others, Niall and Henry quickly make their way to Harry's cottage, with Henry sprinting in his cat form while Niall zooms through the air, flying next to him in his tiny, pixie sized form.

"So uh, how do you reckon we save your dad?" The blonde pixie says, just as they halt to a stop, having arrived in their destination.

"Uh... I was hoping you would know what to do?" The teen awkwardly admits.

"I only said I'd save Harry cause I didn't want to battle some warlock!"

"Well same here!"

Silence...

The two exchange glances before bursting into laughter.

"I always knew you were a scared-y cat!" Henry says between laughs.

"What does that make you? You're an actual cat!" Niall points out, "you're a pussy!" He's hit with another round of laughter.

"Ew don't call me that! I like cock!"

Awkward silence...

"Well... Then that makes you a chicken!"

They're laughing their asses off once again to the point where they're now clutching their stomachs.

"Ahahahah- oh my- hahahah - gosh! You're the best uncle Ni!" The young shapeshifter comments.

"Hahaha damn right!" Pride swells inside of the pixie, but it quickly diminishes once he remembers what they're supposed to be doing, "we gotta focus now, lad."

"Oh! Yeah, yeah definitely." Henry immediately stops his hysterics, fixing his posture and looking at his uncle expectantly.

"We both know we're obviously not fit for fighting, so our only option is to sneak in and not get caught."

"Mhmm, okay, yeah." The young shapeshifter nods understandingly.

"Alright, follow my lead."

Niall flies up to the window of the living room, eyes scanning the inside to make sure the coast was clear. Once deeming it safe for him and Henry to sneak in, he carefully lifts up the unlocked window then motions for his cat-nephew to pounce in.

"Now wha-"

The bedroom door suddenly clicks open, which sends the pixie and young shapeshifter into a panic, quickly hiding under the couch as feet (they presume to be Xander's) walk out and exit the cottage.

"Hmm, guess this'll be easier than I thought." Niall says aloud, crawling back out from under the couch and dusting himself off of dust, "let's go see if your dad's okay."

The two walk/fly over to the bedroom door that's (thankfully) not closed completely, so Henry uses his furry little head to push it open further.

"Harry?/dad?" Niall and Henry say in unison, their heads peaking inside the room. They're relieved yet disappointed to find the curly haired witch sleeping soundly on his bed.

The blonde pixie gestures for Henry to stay where he is while he flies up to his former child/now best friend.

He pokes the boy's cheek lightly, whisper-yelling, "Haz? Hey, Harry! Wake up Hazzaboo!"

Henry couldn't help but smile at the last nickname his uncle called his dad. But it quickly diminishes and was replaced by a worrisome frown cause the only person other than Niall to use that nickname was his papa...

"HARRY!" Niall literally screams in the witch boy's ear, which also snaps Henry out of his panicking mindset.

Immediately, the curly haired witch shoots up from the bed with a startled gasp, his eyes frantically searching for the owner of the voice till it finally lands on Niall right beside him, still in his pixie sized form.

"Uh..."

"Aren't you happy to see me after a whole week of no visits from your amazing pixie friend?"

"Er... I don't-"

"Excuse you?!" Niall cuts him off looking offended.

"Uncle Ni..." Henry trails off, sending his uncle a look that says not the time.

"Sorry, yeah, I'll stop. But seriously, H, are you okay?" Both pixie and shape shifter turn to the witch who's giving them a weird look.

"I- um, guess so? Don't really know why I should be answering that..."

Niall snorts, "oh, I don't know either, Harold, YOU tell Me."

"...I just said I didn't know-"

Niall interrupts him before he could finish, again, "Yeah that was stupid of me to ask, sorry."

"Uh... Okay then."

Silence...

Henry averts his eyes from his uncle to his dad, not knowing if he should say something to break the tension in the room.

Luckily, his dad decides to speak up, but the words that leave his mouth has him and his pixie uncle gaping in disbelief.

"Sorry if this question comes off a bit rude but um, who are you again?"