locks away Lash

I turned slowly and faced Lasciel.
She lifted her eyebrows, leaning a little forward in anticipation of my answer.
I knew how to manipulate and control my dreams-and this manifestation of Lasciel's shadow was nothing more than a waking dream.
"This is my mind," I told her quietly. "Get thee behind me."
I focused my thoughts and my power and brought forth my own illusion of imagination and thought. Silver manacles appeared from nowhere, manifested from my focus and desire, and locked themselves around Lasciel's wrists and ankles. I gestured sharply and visualized her being lifted through the air. Then I opened my hand, my spread fingers out, palm to the floor, and she fell into an iron cage that appeared from my concentrated effort. The door slammed and locked behind her.
"Fool," she said in a quiet voice. "We will die."
I closed my eyes and with a last effort of imagination and will summoned a heavy tarp that fell over the cage, covering it and blocking Lasciel from sight and sound.
"Maybe we will," I muttered to myself. "But I'll do it on my own."
I turned around to find Butters staring at me, his expression almost sick with fear. Mouse sat beside him, also staring at me, somehow managing to look worried.
"Harry?" he asked.
"I'm okay," I told him quietly.
"Um. What happened?"
"A demon," I told him. "It got into my head a while back. It was causing me to experience... hallucinations, I guess you could call them. I thought I was talking to people. But it was the demon, pretending to be them."
He nodded slowly. "And... and it's gone now? You did, like, some kind of autoexorcism?"
"Not gone," I said quietly. "But it's under control. Once I knew what it was doing, I was able to lock it away."


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