It took another week before Harry was back on his feet. The wound on his leg didn't affect his walking, but Daphne could see that it did cause him pain constantly. While he recovered, they learned that Floo Networks and magical borders were now being closely monitored, meaning they had to find an alternate way to make their way west. It was Astoria, who had been throwing herself into her studies with the Flamels and the Scamanders, or helping the various refugees who were still hiding out in the safe house, that had suggested they travel the muggle way. She had barely reacted to Daphne informing her that she would be leaving with Harry, Bella, and McGonagall, simply telling her to be careful and stay safe, a false smile on her face.

"We'll look after her," Perenelle promised once they had packed their things.

Daphne smiled and thanked her, watching sadly as her sister walked into the room she had been using, and closing the door behind her. A part of her worried how Tori was handling everything, before idly wondering which one of them was worse off: the one going about business as usual, or the one having an actual reaction to the death of their parents.

Now she found herself trailing behind Harry in a massive building filled with muggles as he led them towards a desk where a bored-looking woman sat. Speaking in rapid-fire French, he handed her several pieces of paper and four thin, small books that had each of their pictures in them (with Bella's being taken while under a Polyjuice to hide her less human characteristics). Within minutes he was placing the bags he had them all pack with clothes for appearances sake onto a trolley and pushing it towards a row of signs bearing numbers and letters.

"Alright," Harry said as they came to a stop by several rows of uncomfortable looking chairs in front of massive floor-to-ceiling windows. "Our flight should be leaving fairly soon."

"Woah," Bella gasped, staring slack-jawed out the window. "We're going in one of those?"

"That's right," Harry replied. Daphne turned to see what they were looking at and watched in amazement as the giant metal tube with wings sticking out of its sides rolled across the ground.

"Muggles fly in those?" She asked incredulously.

"And there's no magic involved?" McGonagall added.

"Muggles have been able to fly without magic for almost a hundred years," Harry answered quietly. "Now please stop looking so unconvinced before we start drawing attention to ourselves."

Daphne pouted and took a seat next to him, leaning her head on his shoulder as he leaned back and casually let his gaze roam across the crowded area. It only took about half an hour of waiting before they were being herded down a long tunnel with several other passengers and stepping through a large door onto the metal tube, which Daphne was happy to see had rows of seats organised neatly, with letters and numbers corresponding to the ones on the tickets Harry was holding.

Harry led them to a group of four seats in the middle of the tube and easily hoisted their things into the compartment above them, shoving his own backpack under the seat closer to the aisle while Daphne took the one next to the window, behind Bella. Looking out the small, square panel of glass, Daphne watched in amazement as flaps along the back of the giant, metal fin sticking out the side of the machine wiggled up and down before the asphalt below her started to move.

"So, what do you think?" Harry asked in amusement as she watched them continue to speed up before finally taking off, quickly flying higher than she could have imagined. Looking out over the dwindling landscape beneath her, Daphne smiled before widening her eyes as she felt a sudden pressure on her ears.

"It's alright," Harry said, though he, too looked rather uncomfortable. "The feeling will pass."

"As impressive as this is," McGonagall groaned, holding the armrest of her seat in a white-knuckled death grip. "I think I'd rather stick to more… conventional methods of travel."

Daphne laughed and leaned back against Harry as he finally allowed himself to relax. She could feel his heartbeat against her cheek and smiled when he reached inside his bag and handed her a bottle filled with blood from a pig they had hunted the night before while another containing more Polyjuice potion was handed forward to Bella. Sipping on her drink, she watched as he pulled out a book filled with complex looking equations alongside his own notebook and started reading, jotting down the occasional note, or underlining parts he felt were important. After about three hours of flying, a neatly-dressed woman approached their seats and offered them menus containing various foods.

"So, what exactly is our plan once we arrive in Canada?" She asked as Harry switched the books he was working on, pulling out another on various prominent giants throughout history.

"As soon as we're within the North American magical border, we can use Rosie to transport us to Kanen," he replied quietly. "He should be able to help us track down this giant the Oracle mentioned."

"Don't forget that we are going to need to make several preparations if what she said about our magic not working is true," McGonagall added.

"We'll need supplies," Daphne said, nodding in agreement. She paused as the woman returned with a trolley containing their meals. Harry thanked her smoothly, and they waited until she was farther down the aisle to return to the subject at hand.

"We should probably figure out what magic will and won't work there once we find it," Bella suggested as she dug into her macaroni and cheese before taking a swig of her potion and shaking her head in distaste. "Morgana's bloomers, the girl you got this stuff from must be a right harpy." They had taken the hair from an unsuspecting girl in the streets of Paris who bore a passing resemblance to Bella, as she, Daphne, and McGonagall were flying under the pretense of being Harry's younger sister, wife, and grandmother respectively Harry didn't want to risk the ambient magic of a glamour charm being detected in the airport, or messing with the instruments of the machine currently keeping them aloft thousands of feet in the air.

"Bella has a point," Daphne agreed. "The Oracle was rather vague when warning you about your magic being hindered wherever it is we've been called. Not to mention the part about Harry being pushed beyond his limits."

"Considering what we've witness you handle so far," McGonagall said solemnly. "I shudder to think what awaits us."

"We'll be fine so long as we stick together," Harry reassured them.

The four of them fell into a heavy silence after that, not wanting to dwell on what could possibly be waiting for them in the near future. Eventually, Daphne felt herself nod off only to awaken feeling completely unrested, stiff, and desperately wishing for some fresh air and a shower as a man's voice announced overhead that they were making their final descent into the Calgary International Airport. Harry smiled comfortingly, kissing her on her temple as she took a long drink of her blood before reaching down into his bag to once more pull out four small vials of the potion to help with adjusting to the new time zone.

She didn't have to be able to feel his emotions to know that he was itching to get out of the confine place and into the open as he practically barreled his way through the slow-moving crowd disembarking the aircraft. Grabbing his hand and giving it a soft squeeze, Daphne returned the comfort he had given her as they left their bags behind, and looked around for a discreet place for Rosie to rise out of her shadow and transport them. Eventually, they settled on using the bathrooms, with Rosie simply making a short hop from the women's to the men's to pick him up before transporting them to Kanen's store.

"You know," the man grunted as he walked out of his workshop. "You'd think I'd at least see an increase in business having the famous Harry Potter as a regular visitor to my shop."

"You hate customers," Harry countered with a smirk.

"Then why do you keep showing up?"

"Because you're a friend."

Kanen turned around and smirked, pulling Harry into a tight embrace. "Tell anyone that and I'll deny it with my dying breath." Turning to Daphne, Kanen's smiled softly, and she allowed him to wrap his thick arms around her shoulders, a hand gnarled by time moving through her short hair. "Heard about what happened with your mom and that man she married," he murmured. "Always knew you were tougher than that kitten the thunder-chicken chose to accompany."

Daphne buried her face in Kanen's shoulder and returned the hug, smiling when he grunted exaggeratingly as she tightened her grip and her newly-acquired increase in strength squeezed his ribs.

"Thank you, Kanen, for taking us in on such short notice," McGonagall said as they broke apart.

Kanen shrugged and turned towards the door to his workshop. "Was getting' bored with things anyway. Now, you two," he pointed at both Daphne and Bella, startling them slightly, "follow me. If you're gonna be keeping the meathead over there alive on this little quest of his, you need a couple of wands."

A/N: Once again, pretty short, pretty anticlimactic chapter, but now that I've managed to isolate the four of them, we can actually get the ball rolling. I'm sorry that the updates have been so slow, but I've been bogged down by real life, and working on making The First Spark - my original piece on Wattpad - as good as I can. In fact, if some of you want to go read it and tell me what you think, I'd really appreciate it! (#ShamelessPlug) I think if you do, you might even see a familiar character among the main cast.