"On it," Harry calls after Heather. In a flash he's right by the door, the aura that protected him on their stint in space shielding him from the heat.
He waits until Heather catches up before taking a deep breath and teleporting to the other side of the door. The smoke inside was so thick he couldn't see anything.
"Am I close?" He hopes the people can last just long enough so he can find them and flash them all out of there.
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