Harry grabbed onto Thomas' hand as the room began to change. He turned a bit, pressing up against his brother's back, knowing that Thomas could handle his own in something like this.
But as 'this' became more clear, Harry had to wonder if he could handle his own.
"I think 'dreaming' is the nice version of what we're doing," Harry answered. "I'm not sure who's in control here." He let go of Thomas' hand, pressing harder against his back and lifting both arms. One held his staff, and the other suddenly gripped his blasting rod, the tip glowing like an acetylene torch. "Arm yourself. Just concentrate on it. We've got that much control right now."