Too weak to stop himself from falling, Harry fancied he had heard Dumbledore's voice. "Wingardium Leviosa!" Harry hit the ground no harder than if he'd fallen off a bicycle. He lay on his back, rain lashing his face, his glasses knocked crooked, looking up at Voldemort as the dark lord stared down at him. He could still see those cruel slit red eyes. Voldemort suddenly disapparated as Dumbledore bent over Harry. "Are you alright?"
"Ye, yes," Harry stammered, still in a fog, coming out of it to say, "Tyler... you've got to get Tyler out of there!" But Tyler was already looking out of the window horror stricken, trying to see Harry through the fogged up bubble head.
Dumbledore looked at Harry. "I have to leave you now. Stay with Tyler. Professor Snape is coming for you." Dumbledore disapparated, going after Voldemort, Harry surmised. He sat up, too weak to stand, thinking again, 'Professor Snape is coming for you'... ' Coming AFTER me is more like it.'
Tyler came running out of the building like it was on fire, and for all Harry knew, it could very well have been. He felt like at least the fight was over for now. Realizing, somewhat relieved, that at least this time, he hadn't felt the dark lord's emotions, despite even having been touched by Voldemort. This time, he had no idea what the dark lord felt, as he had in previous contacts, making him feel as though he'd gone mad. Still, he hadn't come out unscathed even this time. Harry felt his wand useless to his touch. He didn't have the strength to get up. He laid back down, feeling the rain drench him once more as more funnel clouds touched down around the streets nearby. Harry doubted now that he could raise his head even if a puddle deep enough to drown him developed under his head, which was a distinct possibility.
"Harry, You're alive!" an overjoyed but puzzled Tyler exclaimed. "What happened. Who was that? What's going on?"
Tyler was hysterical. Harry forced himself up for his sake. They still needed to take shelter from the tornadoes. Harry did not need to hide the Firebolt anymore. There was just no use now. Whatever memory charms had to be performed on Tyler later, Harry just couldn't help. He had to get them both safely out of there as the storms picked up brutally. Harry figured on taking Tyler to back to clinic, depositing him in the basement and returning to wait for Professor Snape, but the weather had other plans.
There was one funnel cloud that reminded Harry of Dobby's bludger of a few years back, which had been charmed to follow exclusively him. Harry had first though it a coincidence, but when he dodged the funnel cloud several times by changing directions, the cloud would than level buildings indiscriminately and resume their course towards the Firebolt. Harry couldn't sacrifice hundreds if not thousands of lives for two. He headed for an empty field. He could not use his wand. The funnel cloud wasn't as large as many of them had been, but if he didn't keep both hands tightly on his broom, he would be blown off with Tyler holding onto his waist, face buried in Harry's back.
Harry looked down as lightening streaked across the sky. He glimpsed a black cloaked figure raising a wand and suddenly the funnel cloud burst into one large flat wind gust and levelled off , just as it was about to overtake the Firebolt and swallow them up for good. The cloaked figure on the ground looked up as the Firebolt came crashing down to a stop beneath a large tree, which cracked at the base at the same time. Harry had just enough time to push Tyler out of the way as the tree snapped, branches falling on his chest and legs as he felt twigs searing across his face.
Harry could only gasp short pitiful breaths, which gave him almost no air. He couldn't feel his legs. He tasted blood. Tyler was thoroughly overwrought as a figure in a dark cloak approached. Fearing this person to be another enemy like the one he had just experienced in Voldemort, Tyler stood protectively, but frightened over Harry's trapped body, knowing that there was little he could really do if this person proved to have evil intentions. Through fogged vision and trickles of blood in his eyes, Harry could make out who it was that had come to them, Professor Snape. Snape knew immediately that Harry was seriously injured and assured him that he would get the fallen limbs off him right away.
