Harry felt weird, more so than he had before like his eyes changed. Speaking of eyes he felt like there was something holding them shut, a jelly like substance that he could feel surround his form.

Harry began to twist and jerk as he tried to get out of the goopy stuff. As he was about to give up and except whatever was going to happen he celt a grip on the back of his shirt and was pulled from what he now saw was green slim. Was it that older kid? What was his name... John! John Egg something.

"Damn vwriggler calm the fuck dovwn" Harry wiped some of the gunk out of his eyes only to be met with a pair of white misty eyes. It definitely was not John. The eyes seeminly belonged to what he could only really describe as greaser looking grey guy with horns. "Uuuuuh..." was all he could say as a response. "Jegus you look like a little Tuna, damn" The guy sounded like he had a weird accent, one Harry never heard before, but for reason it was familiar. "Are you just going to fucking stare? Vwe got somevwhere to be" Harry felt himself being set down. For some reason he didn't like this guy. Harry had no reason to though, the greaser practically saved his ass. Woah he just swore, even if it was just in his head. It felt natural.

"The greaser guy never said anything else and just started to walk in a direction. Looking up Harry could only see what looked like bubbles and colorful lights in the sky. This definitely was not the Dursley's, it didn't even look like Earth." WH3R3 7H3 FUCK!" Harry slapped a hand over his mouth. He cleared his throat "Um... sir? Do you know where we are?" The guy kept on walking, not even looking back at him, ' how rude, but what was he to expect from Cronus. Wait the guys name is Cronus? How did he know that?' Harry's head began to hurt again as he ran after this Cronus douche. Huh there he goes again, think swearing.